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aothotties · 6 months

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Perfect- Reiner x black!reader

Pairing: Reiner x chubbyblack!reader

Warnings: oral sex (f.recieving), unprotexted sex, creampies, body worship, mentions overstimulation, a little fluffy at the end

wc: 1.4k

You laid in bed with your boyfriend, Reiner, as he scrolled to find a movie for you to watch.

“There’s nothing on here” he stated as he continued to scroll

“”Wait baby! Coraline!” you said with excitement as you saw your favorite movie pop up on the screen

“Okay love, let's watch Coraline”. He clicked the movie and pulled you in closer

As you and Reiner were cuddling he used his large hands to rub all over your body, something he always did when you laid with him.

His hand traveled to your lower abdomen where he squeezed the soft flesh. You hated this part of your body and it secretly bothered you that he loved to grab it

“Rei, stop” you whined as you tried to move his hand

“What does that tickle” he asked with a grin then went in to tickle you on purpose

You giggled and tried to escape his grasp as he tickled your belly.

“No babe stop” you said between laughs “no i just don't like when you grab me right there”

He lifted his head to look at you, “what? You don't like when I grab your stomach? Why?”

You let out a sigh, “because Rei, I hate that part of my body. I get upset looking at it and I don't like when you grab it. It's so ugly to me”

You felt yourself fighting back tears. When you first met Reiner you were a few pounds smaller but as your relationship went on the happy weight began to stick. You felt self conscious about it and feared Reiner would find you disgusting

“Awe baby” he said as he turned you around to face him in the bed “im so sorry you feel that way. I think you're absolutely beautiful” he grabbed a handful of your belly again

“Reiner please. I don't like it, I have stretch marks and everything. I wish I was like you and could commit to the gym but I'm just so tired after work most days and i just feel disgusting.” You were crying at this point.

You had never expressed to your boyfriend how you felt about yourself and hearing your confession broke Reiner’s heart. He loved you exactly the way you are and he felt as if he didn't do his job, as your man, to make you feel safe and confident

He laid you on your back and crawled on top of you. He gave you soft kisses on your lips and all over your face. He lowered himself down to your stomach and lifted your shirt. You tried to cover yourself with your arms but he quickly moved them out his way

He started peppering kisses all over your stomach, “i love this so much baby” he says as he gets down to your lower belly.

He starts kissing and softly biting your lower stomach. He licked every single one of your stretch marks and gave each one a soft kiss.

The feeling of your boyfriend kissing all over you sent butterflies to your pussy and a wet spot stained your panties

His kisses trailed lower but he purposely skipped your cunt to be a tease

Reiner began kissing the stretch marks on your inner thighs. He continued the same action he did on your stomach making sure every single stretch mark was kissed and licked

“You're so beautiful my baby. I love every part of you” he stated as he kissed you in between your thighs

He finally moved his head to your pussy and placed a soft kiss on your clothed clit. You whined and squirmed but he held your hips so you wouldn't move.

He placed his large hands on the underside of your thighs and lifted them on his shoulders. Reiner began licking you through your panties

“Reiner please” you begged

He grinned as he moved your panties to the side and immediately attached his lips to your swollen clit. He sucked softly and moans spilled out of your mouth. You spread your legs even wider and you back arched off the bed.

“You're so perfect, baby. so fucking perfect” he said as he started to lick up and down your folds

The vibrations from him talking sent a shockwave through your body.

“I cant believe you’re all mine, princess. This perfect little angel belongs to me” he continued praising you as his sucks became harder and he added a finger into your soaked hole

He curled his finger and rubbed on your g-spot while sucking on your clit. The feeling had you seeing stars. Your stomach turned into a knot and your brain went cloudy.

Your back arched even more and you tried to close your thighs but your boyfriend was too strong. You reached your orgasm and spilled into Reiner’s mouth

He lifted his head to look at you and you loved how his face glistened from your essence.

He licked his lips then came up to give you a kiss.

Reiner was always a good kisser but this one felt different. There was more passion in this one, as if he was expressing all his love in one kiss. Every feeling he had for you was all poured into this one moment and you began crying.

He pulled back from the kiss and gave a confused look

“I just love you so much” you stated as you looked up at him

Reiner gave you a soft smile and started going on about how much he loved you

“I love you baby, so so much” he stated as he hooked his finger under your panties and slipped them off, “ you are the most beautiful woman i've ever laid eyes on”

He moved to your shirt and began slipping it off your body. You were feeling self conscious but you knew your boyfriend loved you no matter what.

Reiner took his own clothes off and then positioned himself on top of you

“God, its like looking at an angel” he said as he lowered his face to kiss you

He sighed as he slid into you

“You feel so good baby” he whispered against your lips

He was moving his hips slowly, taking his time with you. Reiner wanted to enjoy your body tonight, and reassure you that no one in this world could make him feel as good as you.

“You're so amazing, princess.” he whispered as he lifted one of your legs. The angle allowed him to reach deeper and you felt him hitting your cervix

“fuck – that feels so good baby” you whined from under him

His pace continued and he never took his eyes off you. The whole time he was on top of you he was mesmerized with your look

Reiner loved the way your eyebrows furrowed as you reached your orgasm. He loved your eyes as they were filled with tears from overstimulation. He loved the way your curls were spread across the pillow under your head. He loved your lips as you bit them from the pleasure

But most of all reiner loved the way your body looked. He loved your stomach that rolled as he had you folded under him. He loved the way your breasts bounced with each thrust. Reiner loved your body down to every stretch mark

You were his angel in every way and there was no doubt that he loved you the way you are

“So pretty, baby, you're so beautiful” he groaned as he sped up.

He was close to his own climax and his movement grew sloppy and his groans were louder than you at this point

“Cum in me, Rei please” you begged because you knew he was close

He let out one final groan as he released inside of you, filling you with his seed

He placed his forehead on yours as he came down from his high.

“Baby please, don't ever think you don't look good. I love you exactly the way you are and i wouldn't trade you for the world” he said to you as he tried to catch his breath

He slid out of you and pulled you into his chest and with a soft kiss on your forehead he said, “ i love you Y/N, always have, always will”

The lump in your throat stopped you from responding to your boyfriend. No matter how you felt, Reiner never fell short with his reassurance.

You snuggled closer to your man and dozed off in his arms knowing you are loved.

Rachel

#aot smut #aot x black reader #aot #reiner x reader #reiner braun smut #reiner x black reader

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draemgal · 10 months

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I neeeeeeeed some Cassian X reader. The poor baby bat doesn't get enough love.

I need Fluff! Smut! Kicking my feet in the air cuteness!!! Break my heart angst!!!!

Okay... maybe a story where the reader feels a little forgotten because her childhood was like that? She's scared to be abandoned and shoved away.

making the bed | cassian

push away all the people who know me the best, but it’s me who’s been making the bed.

inspired by making the bed by olivia rodrigo

hi anon! hope you are well<3 thank you for requesting!

cassian. he was everything you could ever ask for in a mate. he was kind, funny, compassionate, loyal, well-rounded. so why, why were you here, crying with your head in your hands?

stupid. that’s what it was.

you knew what you signed up for, that accepting a mating bond with the lord of bloodshed meant that he would go on missions, he would train a large amount of his day, he’d attend meetings with the inner circle.

but when he left, when the house was empty, when his side of the bed had gone cold, you were right back where you started.

you were back in your childhood home, waiting for your parents to give you attention. for them to stop doting on your siblings and give you a grain of their approval, of their time. but that never came. you wanted a whole piece but you got scraps—breadcrumbs if you were lucky.

so you sat and cried. you let your inner child pour out, you let your body shake with sobs. you let yourself feel alone, because it was more comfortable than convincing yourself that someone you loved hadn’t left.

all rationality went out the window. you didn’t listen to your brain telling you that cassian loved you, no. you listened to the thoughts saying that you didn’t deserve his attention. that he was withholding it as punishment for something you didn’t know you did.

you don’t remember the moment he came into the room, when his strong calloused hands found yours. when he pulled your hands off your eyes, when he kissed the tears that fell.

“c-cas?” you choked, quickly wiping your tears.

“what’s wrong baby? i just got home, why didn’t you send me a message through the bond?”

you sniffed and pressed your head into his shoulder, inhaling his scent. you grounded yourself, allowing the reassurance of him being here course through your veins.

“because it’s all so stupid, cas.” you muttered, your voice still delicate as if it was a glass vase on the edge.

“nothing that’s got you this upset could ever be stupid, love.” he whispered, smoothing your hair as he laid down, pulling you with him.

your ear pressed against his chest, you let the sound of his heartbeat calm you. you inhaled before looking up at him through glossy eyes.

“i know you know about my past, but sometimes being alone brings me back. it isn’t anything you did, it isn’t your fault. it just gets to me, the loneliness, i guess.”

he frowned, pulling your face closer to him and placing a soft, gentle kiss that sent shots of love through your bond. “i’m sorry baby. i know it’s gotta be hard for you, but i’m only one call away for you. things have been crazy since hyburn, i know that. but i promise as soon as this all washes over, rhysand won’t be able to get me away from you with a crowbar.”

you giggled lightly as his lips met your forehead. “i just wish there was something i could do for you so you aren’t so alone.”

you smirked and looked up at him, cocking your head innocently. “well, actually…”

“what is it, pretty girl?” he furrows his brows expectantly, his hands still cupped around your flushed face.

“i was thinking… maybe if i get a dog, i wouldn’t be so lonely.” you smiled wide, giving him pleading eyes that made his heart sing.

he rolled his eyes, laughter booming as he grabbed a pillow and hit you with it. you squealed, grabbing the pillow and countering the attack.

“i’m serious!” you pleaded, frowning at him.

“i’ll think about it.” he said, knowing damn well his first step tomorrow would be to the animal shelter.

#acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #acotar fic #cassian #cassian x y/n #cassian x reader #cassian x you #cassian x female!reader

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grampstaxidermy87 · 1 year

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Are you able to write about poly lost boys x male reader who has bipolar? Maybe he's going through a depressive episode or something?

I’m here

An:Hello my lovelies! I’m back after my sudden hiatus, I am sorry this took me so long but life had gotten pretty hectic, all good things I promise! Anyways I do hope you like it! ❤️

Warning: Bipolar!Reader, Male pronouns used, poor mental health, Suicidal thoughts, Swearing.

It was hard to pinpoint an exact reason why my body suddenly refused to move, and yet my mind was racing. That voice that was usually in the back of my mind now took up all of my brain, telling me I wasn’t good enough,that I should just wither away because everyone hates me.

The stress was the worst part, making me feel ashamed for having emotions,that maybe I wouldn’t be feeling like this if I wasn’t so weak…if I were stronger I would be happy.

The blankets felt suffocating around me, but I felt nauseous of the idea of building up the energy to kick them off. Looking up with heavy eyes I saw my clock flashing ‘8:50’ which meant my boys were probably already at the boardwalk waiting for me while I laid here being useless.

That voice spoke louder,they were better off without me dragging them down, they would have more fun now that they didn’t have to worry about me.

Tears filled my eyes as I hugged my stuffed bear tighter, it was a gift from David after he had caught me staring at it and the next day I woke up to it sitting on my bedside table staring at me.

Of course the stoic leader denied having any idea of what I was talking about when I thanked him, but I could see the way his beautiful blue eyes softened when he thought I wasn’t looking.

It still smelled like them, to the point where I was pretty sure they each rubbed their scent on it just so I would end up smelling like them.

That thought brought a small hint of a smile to my face, I really missed them...

A sudden knock on the window beside my bed made me jump, "Babe? You sleeping?" Marko...

"Come on Doll, we know you're awake." David said sliding the window up and slipping inside, they didn't need permission to enter, I gave it to them so long ago that they just waltzed right in whenever they wanted.

"Aww look at our mate wrapped up like a cute little burrito!" Paul cooed hopping in and laying down behind me, I didn't bother moving over since he was just going to tangle himself around me anyways.

He had no idea how much comfort such a simple act brought me right now, the pressure helping to keep me grounded and not get lost in my spiraling mentality.

"Hey Baby boy, we missed you at the boardwalk. Are you feeling sick?" Dwayne's concerned eyes stared into mine as he knelt down beside the bed, reaching up to brush my matted hair out of my face.

"Physically yes..." David sat on his designated chair at my desk, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

"Is it happening again? Doll you should have called Max, he would have told us earlier so you didn't have to be alone." David scolded lightly, knowing I wasn't exactly thinking rationally when I was like this.

"I didn't want to bother anyone, I shouldn't need a babysitter anytime I feel a little sad." I huffed forcing myself to sit up, Paul fallowed and brought me back into his chest as he gently hugged me.

"Baby, this isn't just you being a little sad. We love you and want to be here for you, what kind of mates would we be if we can't help you with these kinds of things." Marko sat on the bed and took one of my hands, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles in soothing circles.

Despite how soft they were being with me I just felt so angry, defeated. I didn’t know how much longer I could deal with this stupid disorder.

“I love you guys too…I just wish I didn’t feel like this! I don’t even remember what triggered it this time…” I hadn’t even realized I was crying until Dwayne was wiping the tears off my cheeks.

“It’s okay to be upset my handsome prince, Your feelings are completely valid. But bottling it all up isn’t healthy,you’ll only end up hurting yourself. That’s why we want you to rely on us too.” The others voiced their agreements and I looked up as David approached and cupped my chin,making me shiver from the intensity of those striking blue eyes of his.

“You’re not going to scare us away,if that’s what you’re afraid of. We are immortal vampires who kill to survive, you being Bipolar isn’t going to make us change the fact that we love you more than you’ll ever know. We have killed for you,Ripped bastards apart for even looking at you the wrong way.” He said leaned down until our faces were inches apart.

“Isn’t that enough to prove our complete and utter devotion to you?” My breath hitched in my throat and he smirked when he heard my heart skip a beat.

“Such a romantic Davey.” Paul teased earning a smack up the head from Marko for ruining the moment,”Shut up Paul.”

They started arguing but stopped once hearing the quiet chuckle that passed my lips as i tiredly rubbed at my cheeks, “I love you guys, I’m so-“ ,”(Y/n), if the next two words out of you mouth are ‘I’m sorry’ I will smack you.” Dwayne warned successfully shutting me up.

“You have nothing to apologize for babe, You’re allowed to have emotions. And yea sometimes they really suck ass, but you’re not alone.” Paul cooed cuddling into me and pressing a kiss on my neck.

Marko moved to press a kiss to my cheek and sat back with a smile,“He’s right love, you’re stuck with us.” A teasing smile tugged at my lips and I playfully rolled my eyes, “Lucky me…”

The terror twins immediately tackled me back into bed, with feral grins and merciless fingers that tickled all the spots they knew by heart.

Dwayne and David stood off to the side, smiling at the three of us softly. They were happy to hear my laughter, no matter how far into my own head I got they would always be there to bring me back or offer a listening ear.

Because we were family, one big messy family.

#the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines #david tlb #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #paul tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys #male!reader #the lost boys x male!reader

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year

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ahhh, miles!al and his controversially younger gf!!! 🥵🥹 the part about you knowing what the other secretaries are saying about you? what if one day you overheard them saying something really mean and al comforts you when he sees how upset you are? 🥺

He hates seeing you so sad! 🥺 No one hurts his girl!

Al knew something was wrong. You’d been way too quiet all through dinner, barely touching the filet mignon you’d ordered at the waiter’s recommendation and offering him only a couple forced smiles, a hint of sadness pulling down the corners of your sweet mouth. And on the drive back to his place, you’d simply stared out the window, fiddling absentmindedly with the hem of your skirt.

You were normally so bubbly and full of enthusiasm, always peppering him with silly questions and telling him stories that made him smile. You were truly such a bright spot in his life, and he didn’t realize just how much he’d come to depend on that until your light was suddenly dimmed.

“Baby, what’s the matter?” he finally asked once the two of you were standing inside the foyer of his spacious home, his hands gently massaging your shoulders as he slid your jacket off. He pressed a tender kiss to your neck, but felt you tense slightly. “Did I do something?”

“No,” you insisted, shaking your head and avoiding his gaze. Your throat felt tight and you were dangerously close to tears. “No, you didn’t do anything. I just—I’m going to go change, okay?” you murmured, leaning over to peck him on the lips before hurrying past him and up the stairs.

Al watched you go, sighing softly. He wished you would tell him what was bothering you, because clearly something was. Shutting off the lamps on the main floor of the house, he slowly followed you up the stairs and walked down the hall towards his bedroom. He could hear you moving around, and it made him smile indulgently. You didn’t technically live here—you’d only been together a few months, after all—but somewhere along the line, you’d ended up with your own drawer in his room, filled with your favorite nighties and a few outfits that he particularly loved on you.

As he moved closer to his bedroom, however, Al could hear the faint sound of sniffles on the other side of the door and it made him freeze in his tracks.

You were crying.

Busting open the door immediately, he caught you whirling around so that your back was to him, wiping furiously at your wet cheeks. You were in a partial state of undress, your blouse and skirt laid over a chair while one of your nightgowns was flung across the bed.

“Baby,” Al cooed gently, stepping up behind you and resting his hands on your shoulders. “Talk to me. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“I don’t want to tell you,” you whimpered, sniffling softly and wiping at your nose with the back of your hand.

“Hey,” he said, wincing when he realized the word had come out a little more sternly than he’d intended. “Hey,” he repeated in a softer voice, turning you slowly and lifting your chin with one hand. “You can tell me. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

When you just continued to cry, the tears falling silently down your cheeks, he stepped away from you to grab your silk nightgown and gestured for you to lift your arms so that he could slip it over your head. Once you were dressed, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and led you to the side of the bed, where he sat you down and began stroking your back.

“Baby girl, please talk to me. I’ll fix it, whatever it is. Just tell me,” he begged, taking one of your hands in his and stroking your knuckles with his thumb.

“You can’t fix it,” you told him, taking a shaky breath as you tried to get your emotions under control. “It’s stupid. It’s—it’s just—do you know Susan? From Accounts?”

The name sounded somewhat familiar, but Al couldn’t quite place her.

“Well, it doesn’t even matter,” you went on, twisting your hand anxiously in the fabric of your nightgown. “It’s just that I saw her at lunch today. Or, I guess I should say I heard her.”

Al had a sinking feeling that he knew exactly where this was going as he tucked your hair behind your ear and caressed your cheek. He was quiet, allowing you to take your time.

“She was talking to some of the other secretaries and I heard my name come up.” Your face crumpled as you looked over at your boyfriend. “She called me a whore and said that I was just spreading my legs for you so that I could get a cushy new position,” you finally confessed, breaking down in tears again.

Rage bubbling up inside his chest, Al wrapped his arms around you and made a mental note to figure out exactly who Susan from Accounts was. “Oh, baby,” he said in a comforting voice, dropping a kiss on the top of your head. “Fuck those miserable hags. They don’t know shit.”

“But I know it’s what everyone’s thinking!” you cried, your tears soaking the front of his shirt. “Everyone is saying it! I’m not stupid, Al. I know how they all talk about me.”

“Hey,” Al said sharply, cupping your face in his hands and thumbing away your tears. “I don’t care what any of them have to say. They’re all a bunch of miserable bastards, the whole lot of them. You’re the only one who matters, you hear me?”

You nodded your head slowly, eyes wide as you gazed up at him, your cheeks still damp as you sniffled softly.

“And you want to know something else?” he asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“Mhm,” you murmured, resting your hand on his chest.

“I love you,” he said, looking deeply into your eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours.

Your eyes widened even further as your mouth popped open in shock. “You do?” you squeaked, awestruck. Neither of you had ever said those words before.

“Yeah, I do,” Al smiled, kissing you tenderly. “And if Susan from Accounts has anything to say about it, she can come talk to me.”

“Oh, Al! I love you, too!” you gasped, your tears forgotten as you threw your arms around him and kissed him deeply.

“There’s that smile,” he grinned, tracing the outline of your lips with his fingertip. “I love that smile. Almost as much as I love you, baby girl.”

Giggling, you crawled into his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Let’s go to bed, darling.”

“Whatever you want,” Al chuckled, laying you down against the pillows and spending the rest of the night showing you just how much he loved you.

#miles teller #al ruddy #the offer #al ruddy x reader #x reader #x female reader #anon message

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aemondsbeloved · 1 year

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I Knew You’d Haunt All Of My What-Ifs

summary: ten years have passed since you’ve parted from Aegon and married another. When you meet again much has changed and you have both lost too much, but the love from your youth is still there (5.7k)

warnings: mentions of character death, miscarriages and trouble giving birth, angst to fluff, hopeful ending!! AU where Aegon is King

this is a part 2 for I Knew You’d Linger Like A Tattoo Kiss

“I fear that I have disappointed you as a husband, lady wife,” your husband, Lorean Lannister said to you, holding your hand.

You laid on your chaise chair in your chambers at Casterly Rock, having just performed your duties in the birthing bed. The pungent smell of the blood on the sheets being carried from your bed by the midwives still lingered in the rooms.

You were grateful, at least, for the youngest of the midwives opening your windows so you could let the fresh smell of the air permeate the lingering stench.

With your fresh gown on and being bathed after your labors you could almost forget that your labors were of no success, that there was not another Lannister to run around Casterly Rock. Another boy, it would have been, if the babe had not come so early.

The hand in yours was a reminder who you were now and what you had failed to achieve. Turning to him you smiled, not one of love but one of appreciation. You were lucky your lord husband was not a cruel man.

“You could never disappoint me, lord husband,” you only gave his hand a squeeze, upset that you were the cause of that grief stricken look on his face. “I am the one, after all, who has disappointed you. I am the one who deprived you of another son.”

He looked away, sighing you name with a sad tenor. “We have two sons, my heir and the spare. The maester said your labors were difficult as had the last two been. It was not right for you to fall with child again, my love. It was too dangerous. We should not have tried to conceive another.”

You smiled dryly. “There is nothing that can prevent the difficulties of childbirth. A stillborn and a miscarriage were hard on me, as it was on you, husband. I know how badly you wanted a large family like you grew up in. I only regret that I have not given it to you.”

He looked to you, smiling in a way that showed he could cry if he had not had the strength to hold himself back. “To think that if things had not gone this way we would not only have two sons but four by now and a daughter too.”

His expression said it all, as did the hand that held yours. He desperately wanted a daughter too, perhaps it was the fondness he held for his two sisters growing up as a boy.

“That is not the way of things in this world, husband,” you said with remorse. “At least the Gods blessed us with two sons. Two good sons,” you added with importance.

Your sons were charismatic like their father and bold like their mother yet without the pride you had once said all Lannisters had. You loved your children and were proud how they have grown but could not fall in love with your husband.

“I love our sons,” he admitted, looking at you now and you could see the honesty in his green eyes. “You have made me a better man, I only wish you could love me as I love you.”

You opened your mouth but he made a gesture, shaking his head with a rueful smile on his lips. “Forget it,” he said, gently still. “You must rest now.”

With that, he had left the room and you could only lay there looking through your window to the sky outside. It was hours later that you received a letter that Queen Helaena had went into her own labors and had died due to complications, her baby along with her. The letter had detailed the funeral that would take place, her dragon Dreamfyre would be the only to burn her body along with her child’s. All you could think about was how when you were losing you son, Aegon was losing his wife, sister, and stillborn child in one day.

You found yourself wanting to write a letter to him, expressing your sympathies and revealing your own losses to him but that was not proper. You were not yet old but you were not so young and foolish anymore. You could not send a letter to the King like that because he was not yours to comfort. In due time someone on his small council would tell him of the loss of Lord and Lady Lannister, the third child dead as it entered the world. He would not write to you, so you should not write to him. Still though, you could only think of him the rest of the day.

It was months later and summer had come. You had mourned your dead child and no longer wore the blacks you were so used to donning after your child had perished. You begun spending every day outside the castle with your two sons when you had the time. They were growing faster than you’d like, having trained with the sword and your first excelled at it while the second loved his studies most of all.

It was this time of year your husband adored hunting. You supposed it was one of those things that he had for himself and you could not deny him even if you wished it.

In the mornings he would go, your handmaiden would let you know and you thought little of it, only expecting the beast he hunted that would be prepared by the cooks in the kitchens for a meal later that evening.

You should have learned to not take things for granted. After all this time, you should have learnt that. It seems you did not.

“My lady,” your husband’s father, Jason Lannister had come to you as you sat with your youngest son as he read while you stitched embroidery. “A moment of your time if you please.”

His serious expression was unlike your father-in-law and you saw how he glanced at your son. “Go find your brother, sweet boy,” you told him gently with a smile and when you saw the protest that was soon to come. Likely one about how he wished to finish his book and not train with his brother who only ever was found in the training yard. “You can finish it later, I promise. But go to your brother now.”

When he left you dropped the smile, worry showing on your features. “What is it, my Lord? I thought you were to be hunting with my husband and his brother.”

You knew what he was going to say before he said it, his face giving it away.

“I will speak plainly, my lady. There was a hunting accident, a wild boar that even my asstute son could not see coming. He.. is dead, I fear I must tell you. He died immediately.”

You should have been heartbroken but you were not. A tear did slide down your cheek as your body felt weak, though, with no strength left. You could only think of your sons and how they had lost their father. You had no love for your father, with his own drinking and harsh ways but Lorean was not like your father. He was a good man to your sons. He was not your lover but he was a companion of sorts. You mourned their father in your sons stead as they had lost something much more precious than you had.

Telling your sons Jonn and Mathin was not the worst of it, it turned out. They had cried, your younger Mathin asking why father had to die, you telling him that the gods could be cruel. Your elder Jonn only stood strong, knowing that he was Lord of Casterly Rock, or soon would be when his grandfather would pass.

Though, the worst of it was finding a routine and moving on. The weeks that passed were just the same as they were while your husband lived but it felt somehow more empty. You did not love him, but you did care for him. Your boys grew and you only wished their father could be there for them.

When Tyland Lannister came to Casterly Rock, you were lucky that you could count on his assistance. Competent as you were when it came to finding a match for your sons you knew other lords would not be as generous to a mere lady. This was, after all, how your world worked. Constantly underestimating women is the only way the world would treat you and you were no fool. You were not a princess, you were a lady. The lords would not show you respect as a woman.

For this, you were grateful that Tyland, who had made it clear he would assist you as much as needed, was dedicated to finding your son a match as much as you are. You supposed wanting to secure your son’s futures and house Lannister’s strength was his dedication to his nephew beyond the grave. You would take all the help you could get and were glad for Tyland’s assistance in your trip to King’s Landing to find a match for your sons.

“This banquet hosted by the King will be a great opportunity for Jonn and Mathin,” Tyland told you as you walked through the gardens of Casterly Rock. “There will be many lords there, eager to make matches for their children. With the news of the heir to Casterly Rock dead, every lord will see Jonn and want him for their daughter’s husband. Casterly Rock is a fine seat and any daughter would be lucky to be your son’s lady wife. Mathin will be just as desirable for every house as well, my lady. He is a second son of one of the most prominent houses.”

“Your brother will be there as well,” you added, walking in step with him as you approached the inside of Casterly Rock. “Lord Jason has always been a good advocate for his grandsons, I have no doubt with the both of you at King’s Landing my sons will have a good match. With my good father presenting, I have little worry Jonn and Mathin will find worthy ladies to be betrothed to.”

“To be sure,” he agreed but you could sense there was more to it.

“Please speak your mind, Tyland,” you urged plainly.

“The other lords will listen to my brother. Despite my elder brother’s confidence in everything he does, the other lords respect him.”

“But?”

You heard him sigh. “You grew up with the King Aegon and his brother Prince Aemond. It is common knowledge, though now forgotten by the court, that you were close friends with his Grace.”

“What of it?” you asked, training yourself to not sound defensive. No one knew you had loved his Grace, more than a childhood companion had, and you had no intentions of displaying your past affections.

“If you were to speak to the King about a match for your sons, he would be inclined to assist you. His word would persuade any of the lords beyond my brother’s sway. No one would deny a King”

“I think you may have overestimated my friendship with his Grace. The day I left the Red Keep I ceased any contact with King Aegon.”

“That might not matter as much as you think, my lady," he said, insisting. “Childhood friendships linger even as we age. Perhaps we think of what it was like to be young and free, even.”

“Perhaps,” you conceded as you both walked into Casterly Rock.

It was a few days later that you traveled with your family and stepped foot in the Red Keep after years of being absent from it. It was a glorious thing to see both your sons look out the windows with some wonder at the castle you had grown up in.

Your sons could not help the curious questions on their minds, however.

“Why do we have to go to the banquet again?” the younger asked quizzically, turning from the window to look at you.

“When the Protector of the Realm asks all the great houses to come to such an event, we are obliged to do so,” you said with some seriousness. “It is a great honor.”

“I do not want to dance,” your elder son said, his eyes still glued to the window as he was disgruntled at the prospect of doing anything but training.

You chuckled under your breath at that.

“You won’t be dancing much, my boy,” his grandsire, Lord Jason Lannister said from his place on the other side of the carriage. “You may find some friends. This is your first event at King’s Landing.”

“You mean I’ll have to go to more?” Jonn asked incredulously while Mathin looked out the window again, unbothered.

“You will spend many nights throughout your lives attending banquets and feasts, but there is some fun to be had off the training yard.”

He hummed, not quite satisfied but did not push further.

Your good father shared a meaningful look with you. “When we arrive I would like it if you spoke to Tyland. My brother is on the King’s council and has some sway.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, withholding the chuckle at your good father’s arrogance. Tyland might have been on the small council but everyone with ears knew that the King listened to his hand the most and if you still knew Aegon, you doubted Tyland was someone who he looked to anything for.

But you did not know Aegon anymore as that was rather the point, thinking if you put your all in your marriage it might dull the ache leaving him brought.

“—But of course, if you speak to the King I have little doubt he will listen. Or perhaps, Prince Aemond, as he is now the Hand to the King and you grew up with them both.”

Gods, was he still going on about this?

“Lord Jason,” you willed yourself to remain kind as exasperated as you felt. “I’ve not seen King Aegon and Prince Aemond in well over a decade. I am not sure what you expect.”

He opened his mouth, no doubt about to go on about something else but the carriage mercifully stopped, being opened for you. Jason promptly closed his mouth, getting out the carriage and helping you do the same. Mathin and Jonn followed suit.

“Lord Jason Lannister of Casterly Rock with his good daughter Lady Y/N Lannister and her sons, Jonn Lannister, the heir to Casterly Rock, and Mathin Lannister.”

You heard Ser Criston Cole announcing the arrival of your good father, you and your sons before you saw him.

“Lord Jason, I trust your journey was pleasant,” Queen Alicent, someone you had not seen in many years, greeted him. “Be welcome.”

“My Queen,” he bowed, enjoying the attention. “I have no doubt you remember my late son’s wife, Lady Y/N, from her time spent in King Viserys’ court?”

Moving out the way, you took a step forward, curtseying to the Queen. “My Queen,” you greeted her warmly with respect.

As soon as Alicent’s eyes were on you, the girl she had remembered very well now a woman grown, she exuded warmth, striding towards you. “Lady Y/N, it brings joy to us all to see you again.” Flitting her gaze to your sons behind you, Jonn standing proud and tall, Mathin’s posture just as straight with his softer and clever expression on his face. “I can see yourself in your sons so well. Motherhood suits you well.” She looked back at you so kindly you nearly felt a girl again.

“You honor me, your Grace.”

“Will you have tea with me in my apartments while your family gets settled? I had hoped to speak with you privately?”

You nodded, agreeing easily and before you knew it you left your sons to their grandfather, going with Alicent to her chambers in the castle.

Her apartments were just as you remembered and you smiled vaguely at the sight as her handmaiden poured tea for you both, leaving the room quietly. Alicent had already taken a seat on a chair as you moved to sit next to her. “It is so strange being here after so many years only for the castle to remain unchanged.”

She agreed quietly. This woman who had not just been your Queen but also had nearly been a mother to you when you were younger without one at court with an absent father, was deep in thought.

“Is there something you wish to ask me, my Queen?” you asked gently.

“I must tell you, Lady Y/N, that all those years ago you left the court our family felt your loss. You were a good friend to my children and I did not appreciate the good influence you had on Aegon. I thought my Helaena would make him softer and easier when they married but,” she trailed off and you stiffened. “That was not the case.”

Helaena, the Queen Consort who was now dead. You remembered the girl you had lessons with the Septa who had always seem in another world and was fascinated with her insects, destined to marry her brother who was so very difficult. Aegon had not wanted to marry her. You wondered if he mourned her— his sister, his wife, their dead child.

“If you do not mind me saying, your Grace, I am deeply sorry for the loss of Queen Helaena. There was no one more kinder and gentler I had met in my time here. She was a unique soul. I doubt we will see her likes in these walls again.”

A tearful smile and squeeze of your hand was her reply. “Thank you, my lady,” she said, voice thick from the tears wanting to fall. “Tragedy has befitted us both, I have heard. We both have lost fathers and husbands. I was deeply sorry when Tyland informed us of your husband’s sudden death.”

Despite not loving him, not truly anyways, you smiled the same sad smile. You were not soulmates and you could not love him the way you loved another in your youth but you had a family together. He was a companion in the least.

“Lorean was a good man. I worry for our sons. To grow up without a father is not a good thing to endure, especially when theirs was as devoted as he was to them.”

“They seem to be two fine boys. I am sure with Lord Jason and Ser Tyland they will grow up with great honor.”

You silently agreed with her. With the absence of your own mother you had always relied on Queen Alicent and now you wished to rely on her again. “My good father and uncle wish for advantageous marriages for my sons.”

Her brows raised indicating that was not what she expected you to say at all but you continued. “Men are always so concerned with what will make them look best I’ve found. Perhaps this is selfish but I wish my sons to have love in their marriages.”

Her silence filled the room. “If I have crossed a line, your Grace—”

“Nonsense,” she replied haastily. “I was not expecting those words from you is all, my lady. I understand the weight a father’s ambition can have.”

“Lord Jason and Ser Tyland are of the belief that my childhood friendship with your son guarantees a most powerful alliance in marriage,” you admitted, giving her a look of shared knowledge.

Men and their thirst for power. How tedious it was to women.

“You must see Aegon,” she urged with hope, battling the same decision in her mind as you have— admittance or pretending all was well. “He is so alone most days since Helaena has left us. Aemond spends all his free time with his ladywife and children but Aegon—” she cut herself off with a huff of breath, trying to reel herself in. “He has not turned out to be a poor father or king as I had feared, but he has no joy. I worry it might have been my doing.”

You were stunned into silence. Her next words were no surprise to you, though.

“I remember how close you two were,” she said with a slight smile as she looked at you and you thought maybe she was blind to how you felt for him all those years ago. “The closest of friends. I always told Ser Cole it reminded me of myself and—” she cut herself off, a frown tugging her lips harshly like the memory must have burned her. “Well, close as can be. Please see him, my dear. He will make a fine match for your sons, I know he would for you. Let your sons stay at court and meet other daughters of lords. They will find one they get on well with, I am sure, and one day,” her words trailed off before she focused on you again. “See Aegon. I know he would be most pleased to see you.”

“I will be more than happy to see him,” you murmured with a smile. “It has been a long time, indeed.”

When you left the Queen your skin itched with anticipation. You tried to pretend the prospect of seeing him again did not affect you but you were only lying to yourself. The same lie came easy when you swore you were going to him because his own mother said he was not well and you must honor your friendship.

“Is King Aegon occupied?” You asked the Kingsguard in front of Aegon’s chambers. “At the urgence of the Queen Dowager I had hoped to see his Grace.”

The scrutiny the Kingsguard gave you was not bothersome. You had long been scrutinized by men worse than him. The doors he was guarding opened before he could say anything to you.

“Lady Y/N,” greeted a voice coated in surprise. Long silver blonde tresses of hair and an eyepatch, that could be only one person. He moved past the Kingsguard to stand in front of you, a book tucked under his arm.

“Prince Aemond,” the happiness in your voice lifting your tone. “It has been so long since I’ve seen you. I hear much has changed in your life.”

“As have yours, my lady. You have not crossed our walls in some time,” he smiled courteously at you before casting a look at the Kingsguard. As the man in armor quickly left the message must have been clear. “I must admit, it is good to see you. A shame how long it has been.”

“The years go by quicker than I might have thought when I was a maiden,” you admitted. “I remember the games we would all play as children. A life time ago it seems.”

He raised his brows. “I remember you and my brother stealing a book from me in the library then proceeding to run around the castle to make me get it back.”

“You always did eventually catch us,” you teased him back, smiling in remembrance of childhood memories. “I hear the Gods have blessed you and your lady wife with many children. All girls, I heard.”

This time when he smiled it was genuine, fatherly pride on his face before a somber expression took over. “I thought of sending a letter as did we all but I am sorry for your losses, Y/N,” he frowned. “Your lord husband might have been the only tolerable Lannister to grace our halls. I have no doubt your children do him justice. If there is anything we might do to help, only ask.”

Your eyes flickered down to the pin on his jacket that signaled him as hand to the king. “Do not say the same to Lord Jason or Ser Tyland. You will live to regret it, my prince.”

He huffed a laugh. “Yes, Tyland is subtle but anyone with some intelligence could see he is striving for much more,” he shook his head disapprovingly. Aemond never did like the Lannisters for different reasons than Aegon did years ago before you were wed. “But if there is someone you want your sons to be betrothed to, come to me. Or better, my brother.”

Just like that your thought were on Aegon again and the past you had left behind. Right after, your mind laid heavy on Helaena and her absence. “I wanted to write as well,” you admitted. “I am so sorry about Helaena. She was the best of us.”

“My sweet sister,” he murmured with sadness. “She was too good and gentle to be of our world. But I know she would be glad you are here again.”

His heavy stare reminded you of his mother, knowing too much. He did not say anything else, just looking back at the cracked open door, back at you, then leaving.

You knocked on the door before pushing it open. From the entrance you could see it was dark, the curtains drawn closed despite it being midday. Unlike your teenage years in the Keep, the room was not littered with empty pitchers of wine.

“I told you to leave me be, brother,” you heard Aegon before you saw him, his voice irritated and deeper. “I am in no mood for company.”

“That is no way to greet your oldest friend,” you told him softly and walked further into the room, finally catching sight of him where he stood with his back turned and hands on his desk.

His entire body tensed and for a moment you thought you should not have come and that Alicent and Aemond’s insistence that you had returned was a good thing, was the very opposite. But then Aegon turned his head, lilac eyes meeting your across the room. Even here you could see the purple of his eyes had not changed.

He whispered your name, it sounding like a question. It was as if your name was a ghost, one he did not think he would catch a glimpse of again. “Is it truly you?”

You smiled gingerly, the corners of your lips quirking up at his sudden lack of anger he had when he believed you to be Aemond. “It is.”

There in Aegon’s larger chambers he had lived in since he had become King, you both looked at each other, taking in the changes in yourselves over the years. He looked different, tired from the years of being King, a father and perhaps the loss of his sister and wife Helaena was a reason for his haggard demeanor too. You were different too, bearing the appearance of a mother and a wife who had lost much, more or less than him.

Aegon stepped forward and met you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in an embrace. You could not stop yourself as you embraced his middle, enjoying the moment you had of resting your cheek against his chest. It felt like a childhood memory, the embrace of the friend you loved. “I have missed you,” he admitted in a whisper. “I should have wrote to you. Helaena had told me to do so for years. It is no excuse.”

He pulled back from your embrace, not quite leaving your touch completely as his arms slid down your shoulders. His words had questions on the tip of your tongue. When had Helaena told him to write to you? Did she mean it as a friend writing to another friend, or was it for condolences when you lost your first child? Or did clever, astute Helaena always know what Aegon was to you and what you were to him?

“I am sorry about Helaena,” you said instead, but your voice was thick with emotion. “I wanted to write to tell you how heavy my heart was when I heard but it had been years.”

He bowed his head and took a deep breath, though you thought it was a shaky one too. “We did not love one another,” he admitted, not looking at you yet. “Not as a husband and wife should,” he huffed a breath that almost sounded like a laugh and when he looked back up at you he seemed to appear nostalgic with glassy eyes. “When we were children I remember telling you she was an idiot but I was wrong. She was always intelligent, though I did not even have it in me to understand her. I did not hate her as I thought I might have. I cared for her but never loved her.”

“I’m sorry,” it was the only thing you could think of to say.

He shook his head. “She did not love me either but she never had a paramour. I had given her leave to but she never,” his words died from his mouth and he seemed to be swimming in memories. “We did our duty and I did not stray far from her. It was a job, something that needed to be done, our duty. She was my sister.”

“I understand,” you whispered. “I never did love my husband. He did love me but I could never quite reciprocate. There was some happiness, though it is not the kind you hope to have as a young girl.”

Aegon gave you a long look and a hint of relief flickered in his gaze. You did not let your mind wander. You did not come to see him to confess about the love from your youth not quite disappearing.

“Why did you wish to see me?” he asked quietly, eyes refusing to leave your face and his hands reluctantly leaving your arms.

“Lord Jason wants advantageous matches for his grandsons,” you said sheepishly. “He and Ser Tyland are of the mind that our friendship in our youth would all but guarantee a power match for my sons.” Bashfully you smiled now thinking about how ridiculous the notion was.

“They are quite right. I would do anything for you, my dearest lady,” Aegon says matter of factly and the breath from your lungs left you. “Tell me what you desire for your sons and it will be done.”

He should not be calling you that, his dearest lady, and yet you needed to hear him say it a million times over again until he felt like his lungs had no more air just as yours did right now. Your lips parted, the shock and emotions pouring over you. “Only for my sons to know the Red Keep as I did when I was their age and for them to have happiness in their marriages. I should like to see my sons content and dare I say in love one day.”

He smiled ruefully and you mimicked him, chuckling at the thought. You could not think on your words before he spoke. “Whenever I look upon my sons and daughter I only wish for them to have what I did not, love when they marry one day. Having love within your grasp only for it to be taken from you is a burden heavier than I imagined.”

“Aegon,” you began, voice trembling and tearing yourself from his gaze. You wanted to beg him to not say something foolish. You wanted to let him say the things you only thought of in dreams.

“My adoration for you has not changed,” he told you hurriedly, not breathing between each word. “You have haunted me and I have regretted every day that I did not have us fly away on Sunfyre for good. I was horrid the day you left, cruel to everyone for weeks until father’s health withered and even I could not escape duty. Every day I wonder if it has been worth it.”

“Of course it has,” you reassured him, your words thick with emotion from all of it. “There is no one in the Realm that denies the strength you have given your house these last ten years and with dear Aemond as your hand I fear there is nothing that you could not accomplish during your reign. But I— I have missed you too. Daily and nightly. I never could have loved my husband, not when I never completely stopped loving you.”

His face crumples and his lip juts out. “You love me?” he asks, like he needed to hear you say it a thousand times.

“I love you,” you tell him, like you could say these words to him a thousand times. “I have loved you since I was a girl and you were a boy. I fear that I will love you until I have no more air to breathe.”

His hand reaches out and cups your cheek. Suddenly you are a girl again, desperately devoted to her prince who she would never be able to call hers. “I love you,” he repeats the words and there is no room for doubting him. You had known he loved you all your life. “When I am ash and another ascends the throne I will still love you. It is all I have known.”

“Aegon,” you breathe out his name and it is desperate and imploring, not too different than the times in your youth spent in the dragonpit or amongst the skies where you both had hoped those times to never end.

You cannot say another word when his head tilts down and his lips capture yours in a languid kiss. Your hands move to his shoulders, then go to cup his cheek. The kiss is different than the ones you had known these past years from your late husband; This one is slow, passionate, steeping in meaning that words could not possibly convey. I love you does not touch it. I need you, I desire you, I have always wanted you, you are the only one I have thought of, might have said it better, but none go as so close to his lips on yours.

You are the first to part from his embrace as you breathe heavily. The weight of his forehead against yours has never felt so right as anything before. “I want to marry you,” he whispers and it is not the first time he has said these words but it is the first time it does not sound like a foolish dream to console a young boy. It was a fact. King Aegon, second of his name, would marry his dearest lady.

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reblogs and comments are always appreciated! <3

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lostdreamr-blog1 · 2 years

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I'm Proud of You, Darlin

A/N: I have a huge nursing exam tomorrow morning and the anxiety is getting to me…Passing means I graduate and failing is not an option. So, of course I took to writing. Hopefully this will help you some if you ever need it!! My inbox is always open for you all!

Word Count: 1.4k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, lots and lots of fluff

To say today was a big day was an understatement. You had your state board exam in less than three hours and passing that meant you could finally put all things school behind you. The countless hours you spent studying would pay off and this anxiety that has been nearly crippling these last few weeks would disappear. You would be a fully functioning adult with your big girl job, and nothing could bring you down.

You just had to pass first.

Jake had been the absolute best when it came to calming you down and helping you get through this. There would be days where he would come home, tired as he could be, and still made sure you were okay. Some days you had everything figured out and your positive attitude would shine through you.

But there was days Jake found you crying in the bathroom, drowning your worries in a bottle of liquor, and he knew you needed extra attention. If he was off the next day, it would be easy to talk him into joining you in your drinking pity party. Drunk Jake was a fun Jake. But most days he would pick you up off the floor, get you into bed, and stay with you until he had to leave for work the next morning.

He was your rock and there was zero way you would have made it to this point without him. You heard the jabs and jokes that went around about how your boyfriend wasn’t the best wingman. Or the ever so lovely nickname “Bagman” that seemed to follow him from his time at Top Gun.

But with you he was different. How many guys would push their body to the limit training, putting in 12 plus hour days, and then come home to take care of girlfriend? He could have easily said he was tired and head to bed, leaving you to deal with the anxiety that was tearing you apart. But he didn’t and you wish others could see that.

You had to leave in an hour, but the second you walked out that door, you knew you would be a mess. While Jake had been here every step of the way, he had to leave early this morning for training, and it left you alone with your thoughts. In no way could you be upset with him, you just wished he was here to calm you down one last time.

Hell, if you could take him into the test with you, you would be golden. Another irrational thought to add to the bank.

As you got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee, a note on the fridge caught your eye.

You are going to kill this test, Darlin. I have all the faith in the world you will pass no problem. Take a deep breath and believe in yourself as much as I do.

-J

The note made you feel a little lighter as you continued to get ready. You had laid out your lucky sweatshirt, with “Hangman” written on the back. You stole it from your blonde -haired boyfriend a year ago and told him he would never get it back. The simple response of “it looks better on you anyway” sealed the deal. You’ve worn for luck ever since.

When you put it on, you stopped and smiled. The man had managed to provide you comfort again and sprayed his cologne on it. You pulled it up to your nose and took in a deep breath. It was the safety blanket you needed to be able to walk out the door in one put together piece.

After you finished getting ready, you tried to call Jake on the way out. While you were proud of yourself for making it to the car, backing out of the driveway had the anxiety hitting you with full force. Hearing his voice was the one thing you needed right now to calm down before you reached a panic level. You were met with voicemail and tossed your phone to the passenger seat, not wanting to leave a message.

He was busy doing what he does best, and you had to respect that. Just because you couldn’t keep it together for more than five minutes doesn’t mean he needs to be by the phone every second in case you called. You had to pull it together.

Jake had one time told you when he got nervous or worried, he thought about you. He thought about how you turned him down that one night at the Hard Deck in front of all his fellow pilots, embarrassing the hell out of him. And how he proceeded to show you he was different than the rest of the guys in the military. While it took a few months, he eventually won you over.

He thought about the way your hand fits perfectly in his, almost like the two of you were made for each other. The way you laughed at all his jokes, even the cringy ones. Just to make him feel better.

He thought about how lucky he was to have you and love you every day for the rest of his life. It was those things that would calm him down, and you decided to take a page from his book.

On the drive there you thought back to the first night you two went on a date. You had told him you didn’t like things that drew attention to you. That you didn’t need a grand gesture for you to fall for him. Which led to a night in at his apartment, with homemade food that was to die for, and the first time you were able to see the real him.

He put up a front with his friends, making it seem like nothing could touch him. But behind closed doors, you saw how compassionate and caring this man could be. He was as selfless as they come, and you thanked the heavens every day for leading you to him.

You pulled up to the testing site and nearly ran out of your car when you saw Jake standing by the door. He was in his flight suit, clearly coming straight from base. When he saw you walking towards him, a genuine smile reserved only for you graced his face.

It didn’t take long for you to melt in his arms, taking in as much of him as you could. “What are you doing here? I thought you had training today?” With your head on his chest, you looked up at him for an answer.

“I couldn’t let my girl take this test without me being there. I went in early so I could get some time off this morning to see you in. I knew this would be a hard day for you.”

You closed your eyes and squeezed him some. “Thank you.” He squeezed back and kissed the top of your head. The two of you stood like that for another minute, before you stepped back. It was getting close to the time you had to be in there and you knew you couldn’t stay out here with him forever. No matter how bad you wanted to.

He placed a hand on your cheek and said, “You are going to pass this no problem. You are by far the smartest person I know and the only one standing in your way is you. I saw the work you put into this, and I promise you it will all pay off. Go in there and show this test how much of a badass you are.”

You took a few deep breaths and nodded your head. “I’ll call you when I’m done. Thank you for being here. You don’t realize how much this really helped.” He gave you one last smile and a quick kiss.

You went to walk away when his voice stopped you. “I’m proud of you, darlin.” And those were the words you would think back to anytime you get anxious.

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all-pacas · 4 months

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not sure if you’re still interested in prompts but in case the block is still hitting you, how about “late-night meal after a tense battle” with your choice or claudeleth or tavstarion (durgstarion? idk what the ship name is)

i Interpreted the prompt

"Please bite me," Tav says, her eyes wild and desperate.

Considering Astarion has only just opened the door, he's a bit thrown.

In thanks for saving Last Light and the inn's precious cleric, Jaheria had told the party they could feel free to claim any empty rooms they wished. He'd been looking forward to sleeping in a proper bed for once. Perhaps even a bath. Some time alone, a novelty in itself, something he's practically itching for --

Tav's heart is racing, her breath quick and short. She stares up at him unblinking, and he can practically see her pulse through her throat.

He doesn't really want --

She is frightened.

He smiles, stepping gracefully back to allow her in. "Who I am to refuse such a tempting offer?"

Tav lingers outside the threshold for a heartbeat -- two -- before stepping inside. The room is small, the only window boarded up -- the cost of privacy. His bed is narrow, but he'd already laid out his bedroll on top -- Tav sits down on the bed, picking and tearing at her fingers, already bloody.

He wants her to go. But he pastes on a smile and watches her pick pick pick at a fingernail, into the sensitive flesh beneath, ragged and red --

"What's the matter, darling?"

She brushes her hair to the side, exposing her neck. It's just too short: silvery strands fall back at once. He sits beside her on the bed, trying it for himself. Finds the vein with his thumb and strokes along it, a fading bruise. He can smell her clearly now: the mineral scent of her sweat and skin, the sharp, thick heat of her blood. Tav's eyes do not flutter closed at his touch, she does not lean into it. Her eyes remain open, fixed on her lap.

Even if he had not planned on a meal tonight he can recall the taste of her blood, of her skin, the acrid punch of veins, the salt of meat, the heat -- his mouth is awfully wet. Her pulse sounds louder, the smell of her richer. She picks at her thumb --

He covers her hands with his own. "You'll ruin your nails."

"I don't care."

"I do." He feels a hot pinch of annoyance, and finds he means it.

"Just bite me, please."

Oh, but he'd like to. She's inches away. Hot and sharp and willing. Her blood is the best he's had, the strongest, the richest -- sweet and salty and sour and sharp, pulsing under her skin, right there, inches away -- "Why?" Hard to concentrate. To ask.

She doesn't answer.

It's hard. It's so hard. He does not bite. "I was planning on a quiet evening alone," he says. Irritated, trying to hold back. Letting it show. "If you're going to interrupt, I at least want to know why."

He does not need to eat as often as a living man. Every second day is plenty. They had not made plans. More than that -- his mind races. He should have said that differently. He didn't sound grateful. She will -- "I'm worried, darling. You seem upset." He squeezes her hands. Leans closer. She is doing him a favor, and he must act it. Be grateful. Be --

Her heart is racing. Has been racing. Even as he tells himself to touch her, to fret, to be sweet -- he catches her fingers in his own, running his thumb along her jagged nails. What a pity. What a...

"I want to kill Isobel," she says.

Not what he'd expected.

Before he can decide how to react, what she will want to hear, Tav continues in a monotone. "As soon as I saw her. I thought, she's what's keeping this place safe. The only thing keeping everyone here alive. They'd be so frightened if she died. So lost. Helpless." Her cheek muscles twitch -- she squeezes her eyes closed.

"Well, darling," he says. "I wish you had told me before we went through all that trouble to protect her from that Marcus fellow."

Her laugh is strangled. A cry. She trembles all over, and he feels -- he doesn't know what to do. "He wanted her alive," Tav continues, more quickly, fighting back a laugh -- "Imagine if I had killed her first. Imagine. The Absolute would be furious. Everyone would be dead, I -- I don't want to think this way!"

Do something.

He is not used to worrying for others besides himself, and so he mistakes his feeling for a more general anxiety. Not for the first time, Astarion wonders what would happen if his poor, mad friend turned her urges on him -- do something. But she is shaking, desperate, looking to be bitten not for him but her. For death. For oblivion.

He puts his arm around her, telling himself it is what Gale or Wyll or Karlach would do. It is awkward. He has never done this before, but she makes another strangled sound and pushes her weight against him, half climbing into his lap, head under his chin and arms around his sides. Hot and overwhelming, a furnace, a warmth -- her pulse surrounding him, reverberating against his skin --

His poor, mad --

He returns the embrace awkwardly, somehow unsure where to put his hands. She speaks into his shoulder and throat, her breath hot and damp. "If you take all my blood, if I can just sleep, if I can just rest... my head hurts, but if it would stop I'd be alright, I'd be safe..."

"You're being ridiculous," he says, which stops her quiet rambling. He tries to shift into a more comfortable position, not letting her go: somehow ends up pulling her entirely into his lap, leaning sideways against him, heavy. He's more conscious of her body like this. Ridiculous. He's fucked her enough, and they're entirely clothed. But the weight of her -- her heartbeat, her lungs, the life of her. Hot and damp and moving, breathing, pulsing, trembling --

He's seldom felt less alive.

"If you want to turn around and kill her -- tomorrow, once we've all had a good night's sleep, if you don't mind -- that's perfectly fine. But you're acting as though you'll lose control and go mad, and that's simply ridiculous."

"I've done it before," and she starts to pull away -- but he's expected this and is growing to enjoy the heat and damp as it seeps through his skin. He tightens his hold on her. She buries her face in his shoulder and her hair tickles at his nose.

"And you shan't do it again." It's a comforting lie, a lie she will want to hear. A lie that leaves her quiet and pliant. Which is why he says it -- the only reason, the reason he allows his eyes to close, she's heavy, her bent knees knocking into his elbow, he breathes --

"You don't know that," she says, desperate to be wrong.

"You could have killed her any number of times today." It's what she wants to hear, and that's why he's saying it. Payment. Service. Favors. Her shoulders move as she breathes, her heart thrums in her chest, in his chest. His desperate little -- (love.) He is doing this on purpose. He is tricking her to earn her trust. He wants to -- be a comfort. For the protection. The safety. That's all. "But you didn't truly want to, and you didn't. Your control isn't as lax as you believe it, darling. I know that perfectly well, and you really ought to listen when I say so."

She hums. Quiet for a moment. He feels her calm, relax. He's never been a source of comfort before. For anyone. Ever. Even though he's just pretending, it's... nice. He likes --

"Bite me, please," Tav asks quietly.

There's no reason to refuse.

"Would it make you feel better, darling?" he asks.

He isn't sure why he asks.

It's blood, rich and delicious, so really, he's benefiting here as well. She doesn't want cuddles, doesn't want to be petted, they both get what they want --

"Yes. Please." -- and it's all fake anyway, so if it's what Tav wants, why not?

He says something or another, rearranging her on the bed. Ease of access, minimizing any spillage. She follows easily, pliant. Her smile tremulous. Grateful.

Now that she's getting what she wants --

He bites.

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riverxxxo · 2 years

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Anger issues. : Steve Harrington.

Paring: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warning(s): anger issues, mention of depression. Hurtful Words. Angst. Language. Fluff.

You had been arguing a lot with Steve lately because of vecna and everything else. You were stressed and upset, hating yourself about what you told Steve during your anger fit. You didn't mean the words you said, but don't make everything okay.

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You had just gotten home, everything and everyone had been annoying you lately, and you didn't know why. Maybe because of the stress? Finding out vecna could kill us all? You've been getting snappy with Steve and not meaning to. You and Steve were enjoying a nice dinner as he spoke up, "love, can you get me a drink? Please?" Your eye twitched. you just wanted to be left alone as you nod. "and some ice..?" he'd smile softly as you hiss, looking down at the glass, nodding, "what's wrong?" Steve asked, frowning a bit, wondering if he had done something wrong. "Oh, nothing, don't worry about it."

"Y/n, something is going on. Please tell me I wanna help."

"I don't need anyone's fucking help, harrington."

Steve would look at you; his eyebrows furrowed "what's that supposed to mean..?"

You'd put his glass on the table, walking away, ignoring him as you walked over to the sink; Steve got up, wrapping his arms around your waist as you pushed him off, walking over to the stove. Steve standing there confused "y/n, are you going to tell me or not..? Have I done something..?

"Yeah, you have; you've gotten on my nerves all day, so if you could fuck off for a bit that would be nice."

Steve would look at you upset, "y/n.. I'm sorry, your parents had called earlier asking how you were because they haven't heard from you in a while. And the way you've been acting is starting to concern me."

You'd glare at him, slamming the dish down "it's not my fucking fault your parents never loved you enough to check up on you. Harrington "Steves's eyes well up with tears. It took a lot for this man to cry, but you just happened to do it." w-what..?"

You knew what you said, and you instantly regretted it. "Steve, I didn't mean it that way.." he would look at you with anger and hurt, tears rolling down his cheeks as he scoffed. "Oh? What did you fucking mean then y/n?."

You would shake your head, tears in your eyes, "I don't know.."

Steve would look at you as he got up, walking upstairs to his room and locking the door. You kneel on the floor, starting ahead; how could you have let your anger out on him? He's never done anything wrong to you. He's never snapped. But yet you take out your anger on him. He's so fragile with certain topics. His depression. His family, his childhood. His struggles. His pain and you were there for everything. He trusted you with everything he told you.

You sat there for what felt like hours when it had only been a half hour. You get up, walking up the stairs slowly, your heart beating in your chest, tears threatening to spill out. You reach his door and stand there momentarily before knocking quietly. "Stevie..?"

No answer.

"I know you're in there, Steve. Let me in so I can talk to you, please."

Still, no answer, so you Pick the lock, unlocking the door. There you saw him, Cuddled on his bed facing the wall, quietly crying, and it hurt your heart to see this because you know you're the one who caused it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out his window, "Steve, I'm sorry."

Steve shook his head. "I shouldn't have asked. That's one thing my parents always told me that I was the disgrace of the family, and maybe they're right.. Y/n.."

You shake your head no kissing him softly.

"Steve, it's not your fault. I was being a bitch. You aren't a disgrace. You're perfect the way you are; you always have been."

Steve sighed as he looked at you, as he laid his head back on the pillow. "You aren't a bitch, y/n. You're perfect the way you are. I just wish you wouldn't snap at me as much or use shit against me" you would nod softly, "I won't again, I promise.. I was acting stupid. You don't deserve it."

Steve would pull you into his arms, hugging you tightly, a quiet sob leaking between his lips, "I love you y/n; it's okay; I understand how you feel, and it's okay not to be okay."

You'd hug him tightly. "I love you the most, love; you mean everything to me; let's try to get some shut-eye, huh? We can go do something together in the morning, deal?" steve would nod, pulling you on top of him, kissing your forehead, covering you both up as you drifted to sleep.

Over the last few days, since the argument happened, you've gotten better. Things haven't been as bad as they have been, and talking to Steve helps. Something you should've done, but you were just afraid to. Waking up on steves chest, you look up at him asleep, snoring softly and his hair a mess. He looked beautiful, didn't he always? You'd move up just enough to kiss his cheek "good morning, my love, I'll be back soon, alright?" you got up slowly as he grumbled in his sleep. Walking downstairs, you turn the stove on, making some scrambled eggs and toast, his favorite. Humming, you pour a glass of milk and orange juice and put it on the table. Finishing up the eggs, you split them up, putting them on your and his plate along with the toast, and deciding to make some bacon. Going into the freezer and took out some frying it on the stove. You sit down waiting as Steve walks downstairs in his baggy blue Pj pants shirtless, his hair all messy as he smiles softly at you, seeing everything "you didn't have to do this, you know."

Smiling, you nodded, flipping the bacon "I know but I wanted to, you look handsome as always by the way."

Steve would sit down, "you're beautiful as always too darling" smiling, taking a drink of his milk, leaving him with a milk mustache you laughed at "oh my God, that's cute" he rolled his eyes, smiling, licking it off, squirting some ketchup on his eggs it making a fart sound as it did the both of you looking at each other trying to hold in a laugh. As you smirk, sticking your fingers in the ketchup, wiping it on his nose as he gasps, "I know you just didn't do that y/n," you'd smirk to yourself, "oh, but I did!" Steve smirks; he gets up and wipes ketchup on your face, too, as you both stand there and laugh "you're a dork, steve," he'd smile, kissing you softly. "I'm your dork."

Smiling you both, sit back down and eat your breakfast. Steve grabbed his bacon from the stove, groaning as he ate it. "Hey, do you wanna do anything later?" thinking as you drink your orange juice, "what about going for a little drive together?"

"I like that idea. Where to though?"

Smiling big, you suggest the spot you both used to hang out as kids. Both of you agree to it. You both get ready to head out. Getting in his car, you put your and his mixtape you made together in The slot as it starts to play the Steve miller band song "the joker," rolling down the windows smirking at Steve as the wind almost smacks his glasses off your face as you stifle a laugh snoring as you did so Steve rolling his eyes smiling at you "ha ha real funny y/n." driving along, Steve blowing through some dead lights you both finally get there as you smirk at Steve getting out of the car "whoever loses jumps in!" he would gasp as he takes off his shoes and starts off on a dead leaving you behind struggling to catch up "no fair Harrington!" you called out as he gets there first smirking picking you up as tosses you in the water. Jumping in after you kissing you softly, smiling as you said, "you make it world go round, Steve. I love you so much."

"And my love for you is greater than the universe, my love."

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@eddiemunsons-girl @sorrowbridge should I make a part 2? 🤔

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this is the first imagine I've posted on this account and I haven't written in awhile so bare with me if it's crappy 😂 hope you enjoy

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queerqueenlynn · 1 year

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Summary: You've had a rough day all you want is you boyfriend, the king of the underworld, to take care of you

Hades!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Not really dark, just a lot of fluff, also some swearing

Note: Hey this is my first time posting on Tumblr I love smut but I figured I’d start out with some fluff

Your POV

It had been a long day, a really long shitty day. All you wanted was your boyfriend to hold you and tell you how much he loves you. But you knew that wouldn’t happen. You were in love with the Devil quite literally.

When you first met you didn’t know who he was and you fell fast and hard. So hard that when he told you that he was the god of death you couldn’t care less. In fact it intrigued you, the god of the underworld loved you? You? You didn’t see what was so special about you but your going with it. You know at some point he’ll come to his senses and leave you but until that day came you were going to enjoy it. The problem is that he came on his own schedule, he came and went as he pleased and you didn’t object. You were just happy he was with you. He had told you all you had to do was say his name and he would be there in a heartbeat no matter what. But you’ve never used it. You figured that if you did you would come off as clingy and a nuisance and he would leave you. So when you had these days you never called. You just dealt with it on your own and didn’t let him see this side of you.

You sighed to yourself and resolved to spending the night alone crying. You stripped down and stepped into the scalding hot shower and you let the tears fall. You couldn’t stop the sobs that racked your body even after the water was off. All you could do was cry. Your vision was blurry as you slipped on a button up that he had left here last time he visited. You slipped into bed and huddled into a ball, letting yourself be surrounded by his scent which just made you cry more. Oh how you wished it was his warmth instead of blankets wrapped around you. After what felt like an eternity of crying (3hrs) you finally gave in. If he left you then at least you got him to hold you one more time. “Jamie” you croaked.

Buckys POV

He was in my office sipping on whiskey when he heard her.

“Jamie” she sounded so pathetic. She never called for him ever. Even though he knew she wanted to she never did. Bucky knew this was bad. Ever since he laid eyes on her he’s always been listening for her voice. Sometimes he can only hear her if he focus, like when she hums to herself while baking. But other times she’s all he can hear. Like when she’s blasting music in the car and singing at the top of her lungs or talking to her insufferable boss. Bucky immediately teleport straight to her place. He knew something was off when her place was dark and cold. No matter what she always had the light on and had candles burning, her place was always warm and inviting. He quickly made his way to her bedroom and that’s when he saw her. She was huddle up in bed sniffling, cocooned in blankets. He could see by the way her shoulders were shaking that she was crying.

“Baby” She perked up at the sound of his voice but when they made eye contact she broke down crying.

“What happened lovey” He quickly sat on the bed and crawled towards her. He may be the king of the under world but for her, he’d crawl to the ends of the earth.

“I’m sorry” She hiccuped, and his heart shattered. He quickly scooped her up into his arms and laid against the bed frame.

“What do you have to be sorry for sweet girl”

She hiccuped some more before trying to say, “I’m so-sorry for call-calling you. I-I just had a bad day and-“ She sobbed into his shirt.

“Don’t ever apologize for calling me.”

“I-I know but-“ she attempted to say before Bucky shushed her.

“How about I draw you a bath and you can tell me all about what’s got my sweet girl so upset and who I need to kill.” He said kissing her head as she drifted off on his chest.

“Okay, but just five minutes.”

Once her breathing evened out he said, “Baby girl, if only you knew. Anything you want is yours.” He said, already forming a plan to ask her to become his queen.

So sorry to all those who read that before it was complete, I didn’t realize I accidentally posted it before it was completed. So here’s the finished version. Let me know if you want a part two!

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #hades Bucky #marvel #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky fic

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littlemissaddict · 8 months

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Can I request an Eddie x Chrissy long fic where it’s their daughter’s first day of kindergarten and Eddie wakes her up to get ready and while they’re in the living room, Chrissy comes in with their baby son and she gushes over how cute their daughter looks and gets a picture of her and hugs her goodbye and Eddie takes his daughter to school and helps her find her classroom and put her things away and gives her a hug and kiss on the cheek and tells her to have a great first day and that he love her and he will be back to pick her up?

Hi lovely, I'm sorry this took so long to write but I hope you like it.

The alarm had gone off about ten minutes ago but the pair of them were reluctant to leave the warm confines of their bed. Or that’s the lie they clung to when in reality getting out of bed meant they were one step closer to waving their daughter off to her first day of kindergarten. They should be happy because she was growing up beautifully with her mothers temperament but her fathers passion; her fathers wild curls but her mothers shining blue eyes but really they felt they were losing their baby and it hurt in ways that they could not explain to those without kids themselves.

“We really should get up, don’t want her late on her first day” Chrissy sighed, a sigh matched by Eddie as he nodded although neither of them made any move to get out of bed.

It seemed that they would have no choice in the matter as the baby monitor on the bedside kicked to life as the crackling sound of crying echoed through it, “Well duty calls” Chrissy chuckled, finally sitting up and pushing herself out of bed knowing that the crying was either because their baby boy was hungry or he needed changing. A mixture of both seemed more likely. “Looks like you’re on school duty this morning” she spoke, longing clear in her voice as she wished to be the one to wake their little girl and get her ready for such a special day.

“I can always see to the little man,” Eddie replied, finally forcing himself out of bed and stretching in a way that she could see all the muscles in his arms and torso, from all the long days working in the town's only garage, pulling taunt. He had definitely built more muscle since high school but he was still the tall lanky boy she fell in love with.

“Kinda hard when I’m the one with the milk” she laughed, reaching over to jab her fingers into his side as his laughter joined her as he flinched away from her touch.

“Hey now, you know I’m ticklish” he playfully chided, narrowing his eyes at her momentarily before dropping the facade. “I am serious though, I could change him while you get her ready and then you could feed him while I’m on the school run” he offered but Chrissy shook her head with a small smile.

“He won’t wait that long, he’s as impatient as his father” she teased, “I appreciate the offer though” she added before heading off to the baby’s room, already feeling guilty for leaving him crying for so long.

Her earlier assumption of him needing feeding and changing had been correct and she opted to change him first as she didn’t want to leave him in what must be an uncomfortable nappy for any longer than she had to. The changing of the diaper was relatively easy as he wasn’t much of a wriggler, compared to his sister at that age and he happily laid babbling unintelligible baby talk up at her as she cleaned him and applied a fresh diaper. Feeding him also wasn’t a problem as he latched on easily, suckling happily as he got his fill as she relaxed into the rocking chair in the corner of his room.

Her peace didn’t last for long as crying sounded from down the hall and as much as she wanted to go and investigate, she didn’t want to disturb the feeding baby in her arms. Her worries were soon answered when the nursery door opened and in walked a forlorn Eddie with a pout on his lips, followed by her equally upset little girl. “What’s wrong princess?” Chrissy asked, wanting to scoop her up into her arms and soothe her just like when she was a baby.

“Daddy can’t do my hair, he hurts too much” she sniffled, holding the hairbrush out to her.

“Oh sweetie, do you want me to do it for you?” Chrissy asked, getting a nod from the small girl. “Eddie, do you mind winding him for me?” she asked, gently detaching the baby from her boob earning her a couple of dissatisfied whimpers from him which soon quietened when Eddie took a hold of him.

“Come on then baby” she encouraged, covering herself back up and leading her back into her own room where the hair products were that made it easier to tame her hair. She chatted away happily once Chrissy started doing her hair, asking questions about the school and what she would do today, never once flinching or crying while she worked. One day she would have to teach Eddie how to do her hair properly, although it was one of her favourite things to do but just in case something happened and she was unable to do it he would have to know, well either that or he would probably call Nancy for help. The thought made her chuckle as she finished twisting the hair tie into place.

“There, all finished” she smiled as her baby spun around and wrapped her tiny arms around her in thanks, “now it’s almost time for you to go so how about we go find Daddy and let him get dressed” She asked and the small girl nodded excitedly. Chrissy hoped she kept her enthusiasm for school throughout the years and didn’t follow in her fathers footsteps, even if he was doing well for himself now.

Half an hour later Eddie was being urged out the door by a rather excitable four year old. “Calm down princess we’ll get there” he laughed as Chrissy scooped the excitable girl up into a hug, gushing about how adorable she looked, how grown up she looked stood there with her almost too large backpack on her back and a water bottle in her hand. A comment that she appreciated as she was at the age where she didn’t like being called a baby or little any more, ‘I’m a big girl now’ was always the protest that left her lips as she crossed her arms and glared at whoever had dared to suggest she was anything but.

Grabbing his keys from the counter, his little girl perked up at the noise as she managed to wriggle free from her mother’s grasp and run towards the front door where Eddie was now waiting for her. Then she darted out the door towards the car as soon as it opened with a big enough gap for her to squeeze through.

“Where’s my baby gone?” Chrissy pouted, a little sad that she didn’t get a proper goodbye before she was out the door raring to go.

“She’s growing up now honey, it’s something we’re going to have to learn to live with” Eddie replied, a gnawing feeling in his gut that one day she wasn’t going to need him anymore as Chrissy nodded in agreement, although the pout was still present on her lips. “And I’ll see both you and the little man after work, okay?” he smiled leaning forward to kiss her lips softly in the briefest of kisses as he was being called away by the impatient voice of his daughter.

“I love you” Chrissy added before he left getting an ‘I love you’ in reply before the door was closed, leaving her alone with the baby.

Eddie didn’t want to leave Chrissy alone but he had to work and he also had a school drop to do beforehand. Heading down the path to the car, a minivan of all things, honestly if you’d have told him ten years ago he would trade in his old banger of a van for a minivan he’s have laughed in your face but as soon as he found out he was going to be a dad it was the first thing he did, knowing that his old van was nowhere near safe to be driving a baby around in. Plus it wasn’t all bad, there was still enough space in it to fit all of the band's equipment for the shows they still played at the hideout, even if it was now just a hobby for them all rather than a possible career path.

When he reached the car he had to stop himself from laughing at the adorable angry face he was receiving for moving too slow, “I’m sorry princess” he apologised, unlocking the car and opening the door for her to climb into her car seat. After double checking she was fastened in correctly, he jogged around the car to the driver’s side, quickly getting in and starting the car.

“Daddy” came her small voice from the back, Eddie hummed in acknowledgement, momentarily meeting her eyes in the rearview mirror before focusing back on the road. He was half expecting to either be told off for how slow he’d been this morning or to be asked another question of what she was going to do today. He was partially right, although the question tugged at his heart as for the first time she sounded a little scared to be starting school. “Do you think I’m going to make some friends today?”

Did he think she was going to make friends? He sure hoped she would, given that kids that age didn’t really care about all the grown up stuff of who their parents were or how rich they were. He only worried that when the other kids' parents found out she was a Munson that they did try to keep them away from her. “Of course you will princess” he plastered on a smile because what else could he say, “and besides you won’t be going all alone because Tessie is starting today as well” he added, which perked the young girl up. Tessie being what she called Steve’s eldest daughter Tessa, the pair of them having grown up together and were practically inseparable.

“Yay” she cheered, just as Eddie pulled into the parking lot of the school.

“Well princess, we’re here, you ready” he asked and she nodded, her excitement back and she was already trying to unbuckle her seatbelt the moment he pulled to a stop. “Okay, okay we’re going” he chuckled at her excitement, climbing out of the car and running around to open the door for her before she tried, and failed because of the child lock, herself.

Once she was free of the car he half expected her to go running as she had earlier but instead she waited for him to lock the car and took his hand as she always did when they were in a busy street or they were near cars.

The walk through the parking lot was short but eventful for her and Eddie watched her as she looked around with wide eyes taking in all the new sounds and sights that came with school children. “You ready princess?” he asks as they come to a stop at the kindergarten door. He thought that she may get upset once she realised that he was going to leave her but thankfully she didn’t, she was more than happy to run and play with the other children once they’d done the handover with her teacher.

Heading back to the car, Eddie didn’t quite feel the loss that he’d thought he’d feel. Instead he’s filled with hope and pride as he watches his little girl grow, knowing that he’ll always be there to cheer her on no matter what, the way any parent should.

#requests #borhapgirlforlife19 #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #fluff

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pandemoniumskey · 2 years

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I’ve Got You - Sirius Black X Reader

The Masterlist

Heyo Everyone,

Request by @turvi: Like dark mafia Sirius and reader comes from a toxic family comes up to him crying and upset he can't see his bunny upset he "takes care" of them tells reader she doesn't need them he will give her a family just his pups and him?

Just saying, this request is awesome and I had a blast writing it. I hope I was able to do your idea justice.

For more Harry Potter content, go check out their stuff as well.

If you have a request idea, just let me know.

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS VERBAL ABUSE AND MURDER.

Love you all,

Pandemonium

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Sirius Orion Black was your everything. It didn’t matter to you that he was part of some mafia gang, he always treated you like a queen and gave you the world. He said it was what you deserved. Though you didn’t always believe him.

You loved the moments you spent alone with. The lazy days where you just laid with your head on his lap, the breeze playing against your skin as you sat in his private back yard. Or the days where he took you on dates, or went for long walks.

What you loved must were the days where you just stayed with him in bed most of the day and just cuddled. He gave the best cuddles.

It was unfortunate that these days happened so rarely. You were often stuck at home with your toxic family.

A day like today, was one of the days you wished you were with Sirius. You were in your room, you hadn’t eaten in three days after their last slew of insults. Your families favourite pass time was making fun of you.

You heard all that time that you needed to lose weight because of how fat you were, and that you were ugly because of all the weight. They said you took up too much space.

You were also used to being called a waste of space, useless, a cow, among other hurtful things.

Though you were used to all the insults, it still hurt and often caused you to stop eating. It would take Sirius a long time to get you to eat something and the on-slot of insults would come and the cycle would repeat again. It was wearing you thin, and you didn’t know how much more you could take before you did something stupid to yourself.

You really did wish they would stop and just love you instead, but that was a no go. The day your family stopped insulting you was the day the pope would come to your house for dinner, and not the living pope, the dead ones.

There was a tap on your window. You turned around and saw that lovely face of Sirius looking at you through the glass. You slid your window open and allowed him to crawl in.

He sat on your bed, the look of concern you knew too well on his face.

“How long has it been this time?” You tried acting like you had no idea what he was talking about. “(Y/N), I’m being serious.”

“Three days,” you let your head drop not meeting his eyes. You couldn’t. You knew he would be disappointed and you hated that look on his face. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this Sirius. I can’t handle much more from them Sirius.”

You began to sob, pressing your hands against your eyes. He pulled your hands away from your face and pulled you into a hug. You wrapped your hands tightly around him and sobbed harder into his shoulder. “I can’t do it.”

“(Y/N), the offer still stands, move in with me and you won’t ever have to worry about them again,” he said and you protested.

“I don’t want to be a burden to you,” you whispered. You remembered all your families insults included you being a burden to them and to Sirius. “What about them? Do you know what they would do if I left and they lost their favourite punching bag?”

“Don’t you worry about them, I’ll take care of them,” he said. “Pack your bags and come with me. Please.”

It wasn’t often that you heard that pleading in his voice. You nodded and got your things together. Within the next hour, you got everything you held precious in your heart, your clothes and other amenities and were in his room lying on his bed.

He was laying next to you playing with your (h/c) hair with gentle fingers. He always knew how to make you fall asleep, and soon your eyes drifted shut.

Sirius POV

It made him so angry seeing you lying on his bed looking so broken, knowing it was your family that did this to you. He was going to take care of them once and for all. No more would they be able to hurt you. No more would you hear the insults they threw at you.

He had enough of picking up your broken pieces and putting you back together when you could just be whole and happy all the time.

He went to their house. He knocked on the door, but not waiting for an answer, he knocked the door over striding into the house.

“The fuck are you doing!” Your father shouted, producing a gun.

Sirius growled, his vicious side coming out. Few people knew his ability of becoming a giant dog. He and the mafia he was part of were the only people he knew of that could change their forms. (Y/N) had the ability too, but he refused to allow her to join until she could be his and only his.

Because so few people knew of this ability, he intended to use that side today, to tear them limb from limb and make them unrecognizable.

“Sirius what are you doing here?” Your mother said coming into the room, she always had a thing for flirting with Sirius when your father wasn’t in the room, he thought it was disgusting. It always made his skin crawl.

“Fucker just comes barging in here!” your father says waving the gun around. Sirius wasn’t scared. He was angry, when he felt intensely angry, no other emotion could permeate. “He’s probably here to get that fat bitch and bring her to his house to fill up like the disgusting cow she is.”

Your mother laughed at that and the switch flipped in Sirius’s head. That was all he needed. He snarled, sinking to all fours and becoming the great black dog everyone associated with death.

He lounged for your father first. His claws sank into his chest and the man began to scream as he was forced onto his back on the floor. As a dog, you were his mate, and nobody hurt his mate without paying for it. And once he mated, he was mated for life. He would love you and love you forever.

His jaws opened and he snapped at the mans arm shaking him like a toy before his arm tore away. He screamed more and Sirius moved on to clawing and ripping away at the rest of his body until he stopped moving. Blood covered the living room. He was satisfied with his work.

The woman laughed again hysterically, “you did that all for me didn’t you handsome. Now we can be together without any interruptions. Dump (Y/N) and be with me instead.”

Sirius turned to her and walked closer. He snapped at her quickly, making quick work of her. Once she too was dead he made his way back to your father and lifted his leg, urinating on his remains and left the house. If you would have had any siblings, he would have either saved them, or killed them as well, but you were the only child, which made his job easy.

He didn’t become human again until he was in his house. He made his way to his room where you were still sleeping. He prayed he wouldn’t wake you up before he could get into the bathroom. He looked at you for a moment, all the love he felt for you bubbling up in his chest.

Quickly, he turned away and began gathering his things for a shower. He didn’t want you seeing him covered in blood.

Your POV

You woke up with a yawn and noticed Sirius with his back to you. He was covered in blood, and all sleepiness was removed from you.

“Sirius, is that your blood?” He frozen and turned around.

“No,” was all he said.

“Who’s is it then?”

“Promise you won’t be mad at me?” That question made you worry for a moment.

“I promise, just tell me who’s blood it is.”

“Your parents. I told you I’d take care of them and I did,” he said it quickly, pleading with you with his eyes not to be mad at him.

You never would have thought Sirius would do such a thing for you. It made your heart swell with love, how could you be angry with this man for setting you free. You smiled.

“I’m not mad at you. Thank you,” you whispered, standing up and walking over to him. You hugged him tight, not caring if you got blood all over you. You needed Sirius to see how grateful you were.

“Now that they were taken care of, we can move on with our life,” he said eagerly. “We’ll build our own family, with little pups of our own. I’ll start right now.”

He picked you up, carrying you into the bathroom. You giggled, you loved this man so much.

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