#then it will hurt a lot but after a year or so i will only feel empty nd not hurt when i think of him

[daughters-of-liberty]

I grew up very spoiled. Had everything I needed and wanted. Every toy, treat, article of clothing or makeup, video game. I had a tv in my bedroom growing up. I had TONS of books and dolls. I had everything a middle class girl could want...except for emotional assurance, stability, and safety. My parents weren't bad people, but they had their own issues that they didn't sort through yet, they were young, immature, emotionally disregulated, and needed more emotional assurance from me than they could give in return. My dad was a tough love kind of guy, my mom was emotionally dependent on me (like Lorelai Gilmore, but even more harebrained and SUUUPER overprotective), my maternal grandmother is a classic case of narcissism who shamed me for being skinny and found some way to ruin every birthday, and my paternal grandparents always fawned over my older half sister more than me. Said sister was 6 years older than me and as soon as she stopped being a kid and started being a teenager, I was an annoying kid sister that she had to force herself to play dolls with when she would've rather been watching anime or reading. We moved around a lot and I wasn't able to form lasting friendships. I was so, so lonely growing up. And everytime I tried to make people understand my hurt, which I didn't have words for, I was called selfish and told to be more empathetic to other people's points of view; "not everything revolves around you".

I was only spanked once as a kid, which just made me laugh cause it tickled (its possible my dad wasn't really going for it), and my mom only slapped me across the face once when I was a teenager and called her a bitch to her face when I wasn't allowed to swear yet (tbh, I kinda deserved that). I was barely grounded, and the few times I was, mom cut it short because she got lonely or felt guilty or something. I rarely got toys or games taken away after about age 7. After I started homeschooling, I was allowed to stay up and sleep in as late as I wanted. I didn't really have a diet. My parents didn't even make me bathe as often as I should have. I now recognize I had depression throughout my latter teenage years. Nobody listened to my interests. Nobody got me the gifts I really asked for, deciding for me what I would want for birthday or Christmas presents. In my teenage years, I was parentified made to help raise my cousin, sans money or even gratitude from my aunt and uncle. After he was born, all my birthdays suddenly revolved around him. Again, when I brought this up to anyone, it was "he's a baby, this is important to him, stop being selfish".

I could continue, but I've gone on long enough. So, was I abused? No. I wouldn't say so. Neglected? Emotionally, yes, I do believe I was. My parents "tried their best". But, hey, at least I had toys and video games, right?

this post hasn't left my mind since i've first saw it

[thejujvtsupost]

It’s Always Been You

🍎F!reader, pet names: (pip/squeak, my girl, sweetheart,) suggestive but not smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, brief miscommunication and lots of groveling but it works out.🍎

Notes: I struggle with editing. This is totally separate from canon bc I’m heartbroken. It’s also my first lads fic, I’ll ALWAYS be a Sylus girlie but Caleb broke my brain for a minute 😭

Caleb joining the DAA wasn’t the problem at hand…No, it was the fact that you were going to be separated. Spending his last night before he leaves wrapped around each other like you always did when things were tough was the best comfort you could get.

“I’m gonna miss you so much, do you really have to go?” This was going to be the longest you’ve ever been apart since you were kids, and even worse, he wasn’t allowed to have his phone.

This wasn’t any easier on him but he couldn’t just back out. “I’ll be home before you know it, don’t worry too much.” Caleb brushed the hair from your eyes and held you closer, “plus, you get to have six months free of my constant nagging.”

That was absolutely the wrong thing to say, the tears you were holding back finally fell. Your hands that were originally wrapped around his waist were now at his chest, between your bodies and fisted tightly in his shirt. “But I love you and your nagging!” You inhaled like you were suffocating. Perhaps you were, under the weight of his impending absence.

“Shh I know, I love you and being a pain in your ass.” That earned him a wet chuckle. “I swear, as soon as I’m home I’ll fulfill my promise and I won’t leave your side. You’ll never have to worry again, about anything.” A soft kiss to your temple solidified his vow.

It took you a few long moments before you were able to get in a proper breath and process what he said. “You made a promise?”

“Don’t remember? Hm that won’t do. Think back to when you were 18, and that boy you had a crush on rejected you and broke your heart.”

“I’d prefer not to remember that, actually.”

“But remember after? When you still hadn’t come home by dinner and I found you alone at the park?” Large hands ran down the length of your back to help soothe you while he spoke.

You’re still lost but it’s coming back to you. Confessing to your crush in the park was supposed to be perfect— except he not only rejected you, but he made fun of you. You could respect rejection, but the way he humiliated you and made a scene wasn’t something you wanted to think about. “That day was awful.”

“You were so upset. I wanted to beat him to a pulp but you didn’t want to be alone. Remember what I told you? The pinky promise we made? It’s only been four years you know, I’d hope your memory isn’t that bad yet.”

The moment flooded you then with a gasp, ‘You’ll never be alone as long as I live sweetheart, and when it’s time, when I finally graduate and become a pilot, I swear I’ll marry you myself to prove it.’ And at the time it made you giggle, because surely he was just joking to cheer you up, right? “You meant it?”

Caleb chuckled and lifted your chin to look at you directly, “of course I did, it’s always been you and me. Don’t you know that?”

A fresh wave of tears formed as you surged forward to meet his lips with yours- and stopped out of embarrassment before you could make contact. “Sorry, I didn’t- I think I’m just being emotional—”

But the space between you closed once again and before you could overthink it, Caleb was kissing you the way he’s wanted to for years. His lips were all consuming and tender. His palm cupped your face like it was glass and you couldn’t resist running your fingers through his hair. Kissing Caleb felt like home, like everything was right.

He tried to break away to bring you both air but you refused to let him, instead pulling him closer and closer until he was on top of you, spreading your legs to accommodate his size. “Slow- slow down, you still need oxygen.” You shook when he started dragging his kisses down your throat, letting out soft moans when gentle sucks were left behind.

“C-Caleb…”

He pulled back and grew tense as if he was afraid he scared you away, “what’s wrong, you tired?” He was trying to give you an out if you wanted it.

You were certain your cheeks were flushed, you shook your head. “I want… more…”

Caleb groaned and buried his face in your neck “you’re killing me, Pip.”

Had you said something wrong? “Sorry- I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable… I’ll just-” you loosened your arms from around him, thinking you somehow embarrassed yourself yet again.

He stopped you. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. You’re killing me because you have no idea how badly I want you; how long I’ve wanted you.”

“Really?” Having someone like Caleb love you was the best feeling, but him being attracted to you left you wanting him even more.

Deciding to just show you, he ground his hips into yours. And god, it felt good against you. Just that little bit of contact felt better than anything you ever achieved on your own. “You’re-” hard went unsaid. He grunted when you spread your legs wider for him. “Yeah, I am. And if you want me, then you have me. But you can’t take it back, so if you’re not ready for that commitment…”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“This really isn’t the time for that—”

“Shut up, it’s important.” He sighed and let you continue. Your arms dropped from his neck to hold his face in your hands, brushing the stray hairs from his face. “That guy I had a crush on? I only liked him so much because he reminded me of you. So I’m yours, too. If you want me, then you can take me.”

Words were lost on him so actions took hold, “are you sure?” His kisses resumed their path after meeting your lips, the room grew hotter with each new brush against your skin.

“I trust you, Caleb,” you had no idea your neck was so sensitive, your gasps talking for you. “but I should let you know I’ve never done this before.”

“I’d kill anyone who ever touched you if you had”

“Isn’t that hypocritical? Should I hunt down your past lovers?” You worked his shirt over his head, the dog tag necklace you gave him mere hours ago dangled in front of your face.

He chuckled and discarded your top, your sleep shorts were next. “It’s funny how you think I’d ever want someone that isn’t you.” His revelation hit you full force: he loves you so deeply, there’s truly no doubt to have. “I’d never do this with anyone else.”

Two things happened that night: your bond was solidified, and unbeknownst to you, a life was created

The goodbye was brutal the next day, already missing him terribly before night fell again.

You managed to fall into a routine, though. You would go to work, occasionally spend time with friends— Tara spent the night with you at least once a week to keep your mind off of things; and the days she didn’t you laid in bed desperately wishing he would be by your side.

Your routine was solid, until a month into your separation when you were sick almost every single day. You were fed up by the time a week passed and the day after that you made your way to visit Zayne- who congratulated you because in his words, ‘he and his wife were expecting as well, perhaps they’ll be friends, too.’ Finding out you were pregnant without Caleb with you was difficult, there wasn’t a way to reach him and share the news.

But you weren’t alone anymore. You spent the time you felt lonely talking to your baby now, who definitely couldn’t hear you yet but that didn’t matter. You were kept company with a perfect blend of you and your Caleb.

According to the official statement released last week Caleb would be home any time today, any minute, any second.

The anticipation left butterflies in your tummy, your baby moving with your nerves. It didn’t occur to you that he might not be happy to be a father, that you might’ve been presumptuous that he’d be ready to care for another life so soon.

And when the door flew open, as much as you wanted to jump into his arms (carefully, of course,) you held your breath and waited for him to notice. And of course, because he was your Caleb, it was right away. His happiness and relief fell away to shock and— was that anger? You didn’t expect anger…

“Welcome home, I—”

“Who else has been here?”

“What? I mean Tara has been keeping me company a few times a week but that’s it.”

“What man has been in our home, pipsqueak.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, just a demand. He’s never been so terse with you…

His tone made you anxious, “No one, other than Zayne and his wife for dinner occasionally— Caleb what are you talking about?”

Caleb dropped his bag on the floor with a thud, still not moving from his spot. “I’m talking about the fact that I came home after six months and you didn’t seem to miss me at all, nothing like the way I missed you. How else would you be pregnant? So who is he? Someone from the Hunters Association?”

Oh… he thought… “Oh my god how could you think- I’d never cheat on you Caleb— EVER how could you even think—”

“Well, I certainly couldn’t have knocked you up in the time I’ve been away.”

A knife cut through you at his words, the accusation, the betrayal of thinking you’d ever be with anyone else. And how vulgar it was… Did your first time mean so little? Was it something he just wanted to get out of the way before he left? A sob escaped you, tears spilled over. “You’re an asshole, Caleb.”

His eyes went wide, “I’m the asshole here?”

“Yes! You’re a fucking asshole! I expected you to be shocked but accusing me of cheating on you? Thinking that night was nothing? That’s low. I can’t believe you!”

“That night means everything to me!”

“Ask me how far along I am! Go on, fucking ask!”

That stopped him short, “you mean?”

“SIX MONTHS!” Standing there while he dropped to his knees was barely satisfying. “God I can’t stand you right now! You must’ve lost your damn mind and all your common sense!”

His silence was angering you further, stomping off to the kitchen for a drink of water and trying to calm down was a better use of your time; crying from this much stress wasn’t good for you.

Once he gathered himself he followed you, “Sweetheart… you’re telling me that night…”

“Finally used your brain, did you?”

“I’m so, god I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” His hand reached out to bring you in for a hug but you denied him.

“Do. Not. Touch me.” His audacity made you seethe. No way were you going to give in so easily no matter how much you desired to be in his embrace and reassured.

“Sweetheart—”

“You’re sleeping on the couch. We can decide what to do later.”

His emotions began to overflow, the guilt crushing him; the ring in his pocket practically burning into his flesh. “Decide what?”

“Decide if I should even let you stay.” Your throat felt tight but you continued to hold your sobs back. “Your dinner is in the oven by the way, it’s your favorite so I suggest you don’t let it burn.”

A few hours rolled around before he couldn’t hold himself back anymore hearing your sniffles. You hadn’t eaten dinner, who knows if you had any water, and no matter how (rightfully) mad you were, you still needed to eat.

Grabbing a few of your favorite snacks with a glass of juice instead of the untouched dinner he put in the fridge was his safest option, unsure if seeing the meal would upset you further.

“Pip squeak? I know you’re awake.” Crouching by your side of the bed and setting the snacks on the nightstand, “please talk to me?”

“Go away.”

“You know I can’t do that, you have to eat something.”

You poked your head from the blanket, “oh so you care now that you know it’s yours?”

The jab was deserved but it still earned a wince. “I’d still care even if they weren’t.”

“How noble of you. Sticking around to raise a kid that’s not yours before I even have a ring.”

“Who said I didn’t have a ring?” This time you accepted the comfort of his hand brushing your hair behind your ear and gently cupping your cheek.

Curiosity was a bitch, but you weren’t ready to forgive him yet. “You were really mean.”

“I know, I’m so sorry, sweetheart. So sorry. I can’t imagine you being with anyone else but I didn’t expect to come home to a family either— and I’m beyond happy to be a dad. It’s not an excuse though, never okay to talk to you like that.”

A few leftover sniffles came before he pulled a tissue from the box on your nightstand, opting to dry your tears himself. “Blow,” He said, holding the tissue to help you blow your nose; then offering you the straw of the juice so you could hydrate.

“I missed you so much, I thought you’d still be happy to see me.”

“I’m over the moon, actually. But I hurt my girl, gotta make things right. Think you can forgive me? I’ll earn it forever.”

“Caleb if you ever, I mean ever, speak to me like that again I won’t hesitate to let you talk to the front door. You’ll be out.”

“I’ll cut my tongue out myself.”

“So dramatic as always.” You rolled your eyes, “you mentioned a ring?”

A smile lifted the corner of his mouth, “there’s my girl. You sure you still want it? Or should I earn it first?” He dug into his pants pocket to show you anyway.

“It wouldn’t hurt your efforts.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle fully before presenting the velvet box to you, “I’m pretty close to the ground but if you sit up for me I’ll get on one knee.”

Sitting up to stretch was good for your back anyway, “I think I’ve waited long enough.”

The velvet box opened and your jaw dropped, “picked it out in Skyhaven. Gideon and I helped the elderly owner of a small shop with some boxes he was struggling with in front of his door. Knew it was perfect right away, gorgeous and one of a kind like you.”

“You’re ridiculous, but I love it.” He slid it on your finger and sealed it with a kiss, and you fell into his arms like you’ve wanted to for the last six months.

Pulling away after many minutes of hugs, ‘I love you’s’ and kisses wasn’t welcomed by you. “Now, how ‘bout some dinner? I don’t think snacks are enough, they were backup. Gotta keep you healthy.”

“Did you like it?”

You were pulled to your feet and carried out of the room. “Didn’t eat without you, sweetheart. Having dinner without you and the baby felt empty.”

“Good. You can reheat it then.” You waited for the perfect moment to drop your bombshell, which happened to be when he was carrying a full glass pitcher of water for the table. “We’re having a daughter, by the way.”

The pitcher fell so fast his evol barely managed to catch it before glass hit the ground. It left you feeling smug.

You couldn’t help but cackle at his shocked spluttering, “A WHAT?”

I’m so flattered, I’ve never had so many people interested or had a taglist this long: @pixelcafe-network @kentochronicles @sashisuslover @lunia-likes-pomegranet @elli4ever @mysssticc @kaemaybae @kamisatoaiko @midiplier @jamseashell @llamabois @boba14 @crimsonspring @angrychinchillanoises @ali-shiii @kazbae95 @ifistoptherain @c-I-stinnett @nephelesthoughts @etherealzi @jjoppees @keithkoganeirl

All divider credits to me @thecutestgrotto

[auraisereigh]

"For Her, Always"

oneshot

Garrick Tavis x Riorson reader Request: Garrick x riorson little sister (she is a 2 year with Bohdi they are bff) they fell in love when they were little and now she is a rider but they hide what they feel to not upset Xaden, but the some guy flirts with her and we get MAD JELOUS Garrick and he hurts the guy on challenges, Xaden notices and they have a talk so then reader and Garrick can be together (Love confession Bridgerton style) wc: 6.8 ☆ no specific spoilers. Uses pronouns: she/her.

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If there was one thing about Garrick Travis then it was that he was attractive, always had been- even when he was younger. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel something for him. And maybe, just maybe, I would have said something by now if it wasn't for the fact that he's best friends with my brother.

Xaden.

He has enough on his mind. Adding to that is the last thing on my mind. Even if that means I'll have to keep my feelings to myself. Even if that means my heart will keep yearning for what I can't have. At least I can still stare at him. From a distance, in the practice room. It's better than nothing I suppose.

"You're staring." Bodhi muzes next to me. I shoot a small glare his way as I continue to wrap my hands for sparring. "Am not." I respond tense.

Second year is more difficult and stressfull than it seemed. RSC hanging over my head. Xaden has done his part in preparing me but that didn't make it less terrifying and seeing as it's unpredictable when leadership would come and get us, well, that just makes it worse.

Not that I have seen a lot of Xaden lately, he's been occupied with a certain Sorrengail.

That thought brings me back to where I am. Xaden is training the youngest Sorrengail on one of the mats in the corners, Garrick not far away from them as he practices with his sword.

And I'd hate to admit it but I am staring.

After I finish wrapping my hands I stand and pick up my daggers. They had always been my preferred weapon. Light but easy to use.

I go through my usual warm up routine. Swinging them around. It's all going smoothly until I hear a voice call out. "Looking good, beautiful."

I glance toward the voice, only to find Oren—the overconfident third-year with a cocky grin plastered on his face—walking toward me. He’s twirling his sword as if to show off, his steps relaxed.

“Your technique’s good, but I think you’re missing something,” he says, a smirk on his face.

I raise an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. “And what would that be?” He shrugs, a look of mischief appears in his eyes. “A partner. You know, someone to make things more… interesting.” He takes a step closer, lowering his voice. “Maybe someone who can keep up with you.”

I roll my eyes and focus back on my daggers, spinning one lazily between my fingers. “I’m perfectly fine. Thanks though.” I reply sarcastic, focusing back on my daggers. In the corner of my eye i catch Garrick's gaze.

But Oren doesn’t back down. “Come on, beautiful. You’ve got moves, but I bet I could teach you a thing or two. Maybe over a Meal?” His grin widens. I shake off the shiver that runs through my spine. An uncomfortable look on my face.

"Back off Oren." Bodhi's voice cuts through the tension. "She's already got someone to spar with." Bodhi's voice is on the cold side, almost as sharp as my brother Xaden's.

I give Bodhi a grateful smile as Oren retreats a step, his hands up in surrender. The smirk on his face is still present and I can tell he's not finished. For now maybe. But not forever.

♤

I stand by the surrounding crowd. All our eyes are on the mat, at the fight that is happening. It's a good match-- the matches before this one were a little meh but this one is actually good, we might be onto something.

The match ends after the second year taps out. From the corner of my eye I can see Garrick talking to Emmeterio. Why would he talk to him?

"Next match. Seifert and Travis." Emmeterio announces and my heart jumpes in my throat. That can't be a coincidence can it? Garrick against Oren not even a day after the small incident in the sparring room.

I can feel Xaden's eyes on me but I don't turn to face him. My eyes are solely on Garrick as he takes his place on the mat. His face holds the sole emotion of anger.

Oren charges first but Garrick side steps him, around his attack. Oren tries again but Garrick takes a hold of his arm, twisting it and Oren let's out a groan.

I can see Garrick say something to Oren but it's too quiet for me to hear. Garrick starts twisting his arm at an unnatural angle. He puts his leg between Oren's and he falls backwards on the mat. I knew Garrick was a good fighter but he's really good.

Garrick easily straddles Oren, a dagger at his throat and I wouldn't wish the look upon Garricks face to anyone. Not even my worst enemy.

He moves his dagger slightly, enough to draw blood but not enough to seriously injure him. I hold my breath at the sight. There is no way Garrick would actually kill him right?

He presses the blad harder against Oren's neck. I hear the familiar tap against the mat, he taps out. I let out the breath I'd been holding, Garrick slowly gets off him. He takes a step backwards, his dagger still in his hand.

I also take a step back, most people in this room night not know what this means but some do. I can feel bodhi's and Xaden's eyes in my back, burning holes.

I can see Xaden follow Garrick out of the sparring room and I don't hesitate to follow. I follow them quietly until they stop in a dark alley.

"What was that supposed to mean?" Xaden snaps at Garrick. His voice full of authority. I stay hidden behind the wall.

"He was flirting with her last night." I hear Garrick argue, frustration laced in his tone. "I'm aware of that. I saw it to but she can defend herself." Xaden voice grows bored.

"You're telling me you don't care that an asshole was flirting with your sister?" The frustration in his voice grows harsher.

“Of course I care,” Xaden snaps. “But I trust her to handle it. You, however, handled it as though you were issuing a challenge. That’s not protecting her—it’s claiming her.”

Garrick falls silent for a moment, his heavy breathing the only sound in the alley. “Maybe I am,” he says quietly, his voice carrying a weight I’ve never heard before. My breath catches in my throat.

“You don’t get to do that unless you’re willing to back it up,” Xaden warns, his tone razor-sharp. “You don’t get to make her your responsibility unless she’s choosing you. So tell me, Garrick, what exactly are your intentions?”

There’s a long pause before Garrick speaks, but when he does, his voice is steady. “My intentions are to love her. To protect her. To be the one she can turn to for the rest of her life. If that’s claiming her, so be it. I’ve loved her for longer than I care to admit, and I’m done hiding it.”

I press my hand to my mouth, trying to contain the gasp that threatens to escape. Did he just say…?

“And what about her?” Xaden challenges. “Have you even thought about what she wants? Or is this just about you?”

“It’s about her,” Garrick snaps back. “It’s always been about her.” “Then maybe you should say something to her instead of throwing daggers at every man who looks her way,” Xaden retorts. “Because this whole display? It’s not going to win her over. Talk to her. And for both your sakes, stop making me the middleman.”

I hear footsteps retreating, the sound of Xaden walking away. My heart pounds as I realize I’m now alone with Garrick, hidden just around the corner.

I take a shaky breath, stepping out of the shadows. “You could’ve just asked me,” I say softly.

Garrick whirls around, his eyes wide with shock. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough,” I admit, stepping closer. “Is it true? What you said?”

He looks away, running a hand through his hair. “It doesn’t matter—” “It does matter,” I cut him off, my voice trembling. “Because I’ve spent so long trying to convince myself that what I feel for you is one-sided. That you could never see me as anything more than Xaden’s little sister. And now you’re telling me that you… that you’ve felt the same way?”

His gaze snaps to mine, his expression a mix of hope and disbelief. “You… you feel the same?”

I nod, my chest tightening as the words spill out. “I’ve been in love with you for years, Garrick. But I thought you’d never… I thought it wasn’t possible.”

He takes a step toward me, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. “You have no idea how hard it’s been, keeping my distance. Watching you with Oren last night, I just… I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“And today?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “On the mat?” “I wanted him to know,” he admits, his thumb brushing against my skin. “That you’re not just some girl to flirt with. That you’re… everything to me.”

I can’t help the tears that well in my eyes as I lean into his touch. “Then stop keeping your distance,” I whisper. “I’m right here.”

He doesn’t hesitate. His lips find mine in a kiss that’s both fierce and tender, years of longing and unspoken words pouring into that one moment. His arms wrap around me, pulling me close, and for the first time, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

When we finally pull apart, his forehead rests against mine, his breath warm against my skin. “You’re my everything,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”

I smile, my heart lighter than it’s ever been. “You’ve already done enough,” I whisper. “But I wouldn’t mind seeing you try.”

♤

[gaywineauntsstuff]

I love Jason and dick being drinking buddies who love shit talking the rest of family but also

Sometimes

When I’m craving peak

I remember that their relationship is low key messyyyy

I mean from Jason’s side Dick is the ideal son who Bruce loves, Jason saw Bruce’s absolute grief when bludhaven was nuked as red hood. As Robin he was constantly and unfairly compared to Dick Grayson bc while Jason was great. He had a normal but sad ass life while being naturally gifted and brilliant, dick was training before he could crawl, Dick had never learned to stay still while also being naturally grifted and brilliant. Jason couldn’t do the things Dick could do at 12 bc dick had been training for 11 years by that point but neither he nor Bruce really gave himself that grace. Dick is proof of the concept of child heroes, while he is kinda like proof that children really shouldn’t be on the field. Dick became this well respected, important person. He got to grow from Robin whereas Jason is still burdened by his time in the pixie boots.

And from Dicks side? Dick got out, he LEFT Bruce’s shadow and when Bruce gave his mantle to some kid? He was nice about it! I mean he was too busy with his amazing girlfriend and his team to really become hung up on it! He gave the kid his number and his OG Robin suit and goes maybe we can form a relationship. And then the kid dies and Dick is destroyed, not only did his kid brother die, his kid brother DIED in HIS legacy. And the Jason comes back. Steals his suit, and begins killing people. Nearly gets Dick killed by the cops and spends so long trying to ruin Dicks solid reputation. Not only that? But in the suit father preformed in? With the name Clark Kent gave him??? One of the men he respects most in the world? WHICH he proceeds to do again?? With their Dead Dads costume? After all the SHIT he spewed about no one giving a damn about his death. About how Bruce and his crusade killed a child. And he goes and not only hurts Tim, the brother Dick worked SO hard to build a relationship with bc the last time he got out a Kid died. But also Damian, a literal 10 year old. Dick sends him to Arkham bc when he got sent to regular prison he killed hundreds of people? And sure now?? Jason’s working with the family sometimes? But if it was just a difference in morals Dick wouldn’t have that much of an issue? He’s friends with people who have differing moral codes! Hell he’s DATED people with different moral codes. But? Jason made their beef personal and now Dicks stuck with the knowledge that his younger brother DID a lot of that to HURT him specifically. Bruce was dead for a portion of this? Did that stop Jason from trying to ruin everything dicks ever believed in? Nope.

Like Dick has to exist knowing that he loves his brother and his brother very well could and would do what he did to him again.

[livinghalfway]

Younger Years Pt. 6

Masterlist

Summary: Damian gets temp de-aged to 6yrs old; cue him asking where his twin is. This is how everyone finds out about Danny's existence. Word Count: 2162

Danyal keeps to the shadows as he enters the town. He doesn't know where he is or if anyone that could recognize him is here. The last thing he needs right now is for Grandfather to know his location; or Damian. Which is not a thought he would ever think of. While the two of them certainly had their differences, Danyal never thought they would end like this. He should have though he realizes; their story was only ever going to end with a tragedy.

Grand- Ra's has made his displeasure of Danyal known for quite some time now so it shouldn't have surprised him as much as it did when he and Damian were forced to fight. What was surprising though is just how easily his brother accepted it.  

Was he not worth fighting for?

He was prepared to stand against Ra's with Damian at his side knowing full well that it wouldn't have ended favorably for them. It seems his brother didn't feel the same way though. 

Damian and him weren't brothers anymore though were they? He wasn't an al Ghul after all. Danyal al Ghul is dead from this point forward; he's just Danyal right now.

As the sun begins to set lower and lower it makes Danyal feel more comfortable with exploring the town's streets more in depth. The first thing he needs to do is find a place he'll be able to safely lay low for the night. If he can do that then he'll be able to sit and think more clearly about what his plan for the future is. 

What Danyal doesn't expect though is that while making his way through an alley he would have a run in with a girl with bright orange hair who looked to be a couple years older than him. While his first instinct is to immediately eliminate this unknown threat he decides to instead push that feeling down when he realizes that this girl would stand no chance against him in a fight. 

He's not going to let Ra's training control his life anymore; not everything needs to end with spilt blood. So against everything he's ever been taught Danyal runs, or attempts to at the very least. 

The girl on the other hand decides to chase after him instead of simply letting him melt into the night. 

"Hey! Hey wait!" She calls out after him.

Best to get this situation over with now. Danyal abruptly stops and turns to the girl, "What do you want?" 

"Are you ok? Do you need help?"

Which is honestly a fair question honestly now that he thinks about it. He is, after all, still mildly damp, his shirt is torn with blood stains, and overall Danyal would say he looks similar to that of a stray cat. "I'm fine. Leave me alone, and go back to wherever it is that you need to be."

"You look hurt though. I can bring you some bandages, or water!" It's obvious that she's not going to simply let this go anytime soon, After a few moments of silence though she hesitantly offers her name. "I'm Jazz, what's your name?"

"Danyal." He finally answers after a few seconds. 

"Daniel?" 

"…Yes" Everything about his old life is gone from this point forward. Might as well start with a new name. They sound similar enough anyway it won't be a difficult transition to make for himself.

It doesn't take a lot after that for Jazz to convince him to accompany her back to her home. To this day he'll blame it on the exhaustion he was feeling. At the same time though he knows he made the best decision he could have going with his, now, sister. He doesn't know what his life would be like right now if Jazz hadn't followed after him and- 

"-ny! Danny!" Snapping back into reality he sees both Sam and Tucker looking at him questionably.

"Yeah, um yeah! I'm sorry, what were you saying Sam?" 

"I was asking what your thoughts on the new planetarium Wayne Enterprises just opened are. It was apparently something Damian Wayne himself advocated for. Maybe we'll have to plan a group trip to Gotham to check the place out." Sam repeats herself with a dramatic eye roll before her face softens out with a more gentle tone in her voice. "It might be good for you to get away for a bit, away from your parents." 

When it's clear Danny doesn't show any sign of answering right away Tucker takes the moment to try and lighten the mood, "It seems even your celebrity look-a-like is interested in space!" 

Damian was never interested in space that Danny knew for a fact based on how many times he would have to beg his brother to go and watch the stars with him. His twin always did it though, no matter how much of a fuss he put up Damian would join, and listen to him explain the stars. 

"Maybe you're right Sam," He can't help, but let out an exhausted sigh, "Maybe getting away will help them come to terms with everything. I think we should avoid Gotham though; that's basically me asking for trouble. I hear Central City is pretty this time of year though." 

Danny knows that his friends will assume that avoiding Gotham will be about not wanting to get involved with any hero/villain problems, but really it's so that he doesn't have to worry about running into any of the Wayne's, specifically Damian. He'd sworn off the city entirely when he first learned about his brother's dramatic arrival. Danny has long accepted that this would mean never meeting his father. 

“How- how are they doing now? Do you need to stay here again tonight?” Tucker hesitantly asks. It seems like all their conversations eventually lead them to the topic of his parents nowadays. 

“Thanks man, but no. I’m going to be going back tonight. Everyone in the house has been avoiding the topic, and staying away isn’t going to help fix anything either.” It wasn’t easy being in that house though. It’s tense everytime he interacts with his parents. The looks they always give him, as if he’s just some stranger living in their home now. 

At the same time though he can tell that they want to understand, to learn. They haven’t gone hunting since they found out, and removed any kind of weapon from the house; securing them up tightly down in the lab. 

Danny doesn’t quite fault his parents for how they're acting right now. Years and years of research only to learn that everything they have built their lives on is a lie. At the same time though he hoped that all of this could have been a much easier situation for everyone. 

“Before we can plan any summer trip away though we need to figure out a way to deal with the GIW. They’ve been much more active lately, and I’ve seen more and more trucks leaving Amity this past week.” Danny needed to talk about anything other than his parents right now. 

“You think they’re setting up shop somewhere else now?” Tucker questions, already pulling out his laptop. 

“Where would they even move to? They’re already in the most haunted city in America.” Sam gives Tucker a slight nudge, “Mind looking up the second most haunted city?” 

"New Orleans." 

"Yeah, that tracks." Sam peers over Tucker's shoulder to look at his screen, "Think you can finally hack your way into their systems?" 

"You're only talking to the second greatest hacker," He cracks his knuckles before beginning to type, "I'll have us inside in a matter of minutes, and with what Technus and I have been doing lately they won't have any clue we were even there to begin with." 

Despite already knowing what his friend is going to say he still asks, "Second? Who's the first then?”

"If you don't know Danny then I haven't been talking about them enough. Don't worry though I already have a presentation I can show you about why Oracle is the greatest hacker." 

"Nope, I'm good." 

"That's what I thought next time don't-" Tucker cuts himself off as he shouts, "I'm in!" 

Immediately, both Sam and him are moving to see the screen. "Search for anything that talks about moving or new locations."

"Really think it's gonna be that easy?" Sam asks, "That obviously marked down for anyone to find?" 

"If their filing system is anything like my parents, then yes." 

She seems to be thinking about it for a moment before nodding to herself, "That's fair." 

"Got a match with 'new location'. Anyone want to place a bet on where they're going before I open it up?" Tucker grins as his finger hovers over the search hit. 

"Hopefully somewhere cool since Danny is definitely going to drag us there to check the place out." 

"Well you're free to stay behind and miss out on all the fun then, Sam." He laughs at the playful glare she shoots at him, "Open it up Tucker! Let's find out where these guys are going." 

With one click a file was opened and right there at the very top it read: Protocols for new location — Gotham. 

The world really does hate him, Danny thinks to himself. Of all the places the GIW could have picked they just had to pick the one place he desperately wanted to avoid. It was already going to be hard enough staying off the GIW's radar, and now he'll have to plan to stay off the bats' as well. Which Danny was already admitting to himself was a plan doomed to fail from the start. 

He needs to stop the GIW though, "Does it mention anything about what they’re wanting to do there?"

Tucker nods and points to a specific area to screen, "It seems like they’re looking for something called a revenant that’s been detected in the area. They mention it several times throughout all this. Priority number one it’s been listed as."

"Revenant?" Sam asks. 

"A person who has returned from the dead." Danny answers her, "Good to know that all those books Clockwork had me read are actually helpful." 

"And this is different from what you are, how?" 

"I'm both alive and dead right now, this revenant died and is now alive again. They don't quite have a full core though — more of a baby core — which I guess is enough for the GIW to want to capture them." It seems not even being completely alive again is enough to keep the GIW away.Danny can't help but think about how many people they must have taken.

As if sensing his thoughts Tucker turns from the screen, and places a hand on Danny's shoulder, "Are you sure you want to get involved with whatever they’re doing in Gotham?" 

"I- I need to at least warn whoever this revenant that they're being hunted. To give them information about who is after them. I would have given anything to have a friendly stranger answer all my questions." He admits. 

"Seems like we'll be going to that planetarium after all then, huh?" 

Danny is honestly a little shocked at the laugh that creeps out of him, "I guess we will won't we? Might as well see the sites while we're there." 

"Oh! Maybe you'll run into your doppelganger too!" Tucker exclaims, "I'd love to see just how similar you two are in person." 

"I hope not, it's bad luck after all to meet your own doppelganger. Combine that with my Fenton luck, and you can bet on it that if I see Damian Wayne I'm running in the opposite direction. I don't need that in my life right now." Danny assumes that his friends think that he's joking, but if he does run into his twin he's booking it.   

It doesn't take them long after that to get a semi figured out plan sorted. They have a vague idea of where to find the revenant due to the file, mostly likely to be found in a place called Crime Alley. How they're going to find their mystery person he doesn't know, but Danny is hoping that dead recognizes dead will handle that part. 

The hardest part of all this is getting their parents' permission. It's a bit of a back and forth with getting Tucker and Sam's parents to agree to their impromptu travel plans, but they agree in the end. 

Danny on the other hand hesitates over contacting his own parents, and so he doesn't. He sends a text to Jazz to let her know the full situation around why he's going to be spending some time in Gotham. With how little his parents and him are interacting they might not even know he was even gone in the first place. 

With the soonest flight booked the trio this time tomorrow afternoon are boarding the plane to Gotham. 

[yelenasdiary]

Another little au prompt!! Its more about Nat and Wanda tho. When Wanda goes through her mind during ultron, she sees the trauma of the red room but then the delight of her being a mother. Some cute angst/fluff when they talk about it at the tower later when Wanda joins up?

Breaking The Ice

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff Mentions of Nat x Daughter! Reader.

Summary: Wanda breaks the ice with Nat and apologizes for the events that took place at the HYDRA base. 

Angst, Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of Red Room & Pregnancy, Nat being under Wanda’s magic | 0.8K

AC: Thank you for sending this!! I love this idea so much!! I wanna say Reader is 3 years old here, sorry it’s not hella long! I hope you enjoy! x

A Widow’s Sunshine Masterlist

It’s been a week since the Avengers attacked the HYDRA base in Sokovia, Natasha wanted nothing more than to go home and see her little girl but the endless mission reports and follow ups were stopping her from leaving. Laura was looking after you while Natasha was working, she called once a day whenever she could just to hear your mumbles of words or your adorable giggles. It gave your mother a peace of mind that she would be home soon, and that you were in the safest hands possible.

Natasha was just starting to file some paperwork when Wanda knocked softly on the door. The red head struggled to even look at the now new member of the Avengers, after what she did to Nat at the base, she didn’t trust Wanda even for a second. 

“Can I help you?” Natasha asked sternly, shooting the young woman a deep glare. Wanda’s eyes dropped to the small pile of paperwork that Natasha was making neat. “I- I just wanted to apologise for what I did” she said, slowly looking up at Nat once more. 

“You can save it; you probably already know how I feel” Nat light shook her head. Wanda slowly entered the room and took a seat, showing Natasha that she wasn’t going anywhere until she was confident Nat could forgive her, even if it was a small bit of forgiveness. 

“You have every right to be mad with me, I should never have done what did” Wanda admits, taking full responsibility. 

“I don’t think you even understand what you did, you just enter people’s minds without a second thought. You have no idea what you put me through!” Natasha snapped, clenching her jaw. “You made me relive a part of my life that I try day in and day out to forget. Can you even think about how traumatising that is for somebody? I don’t care that it was something you just had to do in the moment, so please. Save it” she added.

Wanda’s eyes dropped once more, this time to hers in her lap “the good weighs out the bad” she replied. A small moment of silence filled the room before Wanda spoke once more. “Your daughter, she weighs out the bad” she added, looking up at the Avenger. “You’re holding so much against yourself for what you were made to do, you think everybody thinks you’re a bad person but you’re not. I entered everybody’s mind that day, I saw a lot of hurt and darkness but the brightest thing I saw was the joy you felt when you found out you were pregnant” 

Nat’s mind instantly reminded her of that day, although she was scared, she was so happy and excited. A soft smile tugged at her lips before she remembered she was in the room with somebody else. “I don’t want you to hate me, I’m new here and I don’t know anything, so I understand why you don’t like me. I just want a chance, I want to do good, and I guess, you’re the only person I know that would understand how I’m feeling” Wanda added, bringing Natasha’s thoughts to the woman in front of her.

Natasha knew little of Wanda and her powers and she knew she couldn’t hold her actions against her, after all, she was only doing what she was told to do. Nat let out a heavy sigh before she took her seat again, “I would really appreciate it if you kept what you saw to yourself” she said softly. 

“Of course,” Wanda replied, giving Nat a soft smile. Silence once again filling the room as Nat looked down at the small pile of paperwork in front of her, “What’s her name?” Wanda asked, breaking the awkward silence. 

“Y/n, she’s three” Nat said as she began to file some of the paperwork. 

“She’s beautiful, does she stay here while you’re working?” 

Natasha shook her head before she looked up at Wanda once more, “No, she stays with family. After I finish here, I get to finally go home”

“You must miss her” The brunette commented. 

“I do” Nat couldn’t help the smile softly tugging at her lips at the thought of finally being able to hold you again, to read your favorite bedtime story, to hear your contagious laugh once more. “For what it’s worth, you’re not a bad person. People like us were just delt with shit cards, it’s what you do from now on that matters. We are team here; you can apologise as much as you need but actions speak louder than words here” Nat adds before rising from her seat.

Wanda nodded, acknowledging the widow’s words, “I figured. Not everybody seems to be very talkative, beside Vision, I guess” 

“They’ll warm up to you, after all, you did try to kill us” Nat replied as she walked towards the door, Wanda turning in her chair to face the woman once more, “thank you, Natasha”

“Call me Nat” the red heard smiled once more, “if you’ll excuse me, I have a little girl waiting for me at home” she added.

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[flymetosnarryland]

We have a problem...

There is only one person you can ask for help when Harry disappears, right?

I'm stressed, super tired and in pain, so… going to vent a little, because feeling a bit helpless, eh. The thing is, I have this nasty cough and I have it all my life. 30+ years of endless months of freaking cough that no doctor knows why I have it and how to fix it. I know people have worse health problems, so I'm not complaining. I'm just living with it, even if it's really hard sometimes, because my body is too tired to deal with it. Imagine coughing every day for couple months in a row like you spit your lungs and other inside stuff out. Your throat is sore all the time. You have hoarse and your chest muscles are on their limits, everything just hurts. Every time it ends, I'm feeling fucking blessed. Now it's going for two months after a month or so break and I'm pretty sure one of my chest muscles tore up or something. The doc I went to, said by hearing what I feel, that it's some in between ribs nerve issue. She gave me some fat painkillers and say goodbye, heh. (They works half way though) I hate to take pills and trying to avoid it as much as I can. But I started this year with different pills for different shit and I just want… I want this cough to stop. I want to be free from other not fully understood health issues than was born from that stupid flu and go back to my good, free from stress life. It was so good before, eh. I just cross my fingers that the lungs specialist I have a visit at Monday will not treat me like a pest and actually will be able to help solving some of the 30 years old cough's mystery. I'm not dying or something. I'm happy, because I'm pretty healthy in general. But I'm so freaking and dead tired because of stupid, neverending cough and can only cry. Just cry, cus can't do a shit with it. Normally I was swallowing it all. It's a shame to talk about something such trivial like this, isn't it? But as my psychologist said, I shouldn't ignore things that makes me feel really bad. And to be honest, talking about it, venting here and even crying, eh, it helps. Next day is a little bit better. Every time. And I'm really happy and grateful for having something to do. To be able to draw at least, since I'm slow with writing cus of the pain. But Snarry truly is my comfy blanket and helps me a lot dealing with stress.

Whoever managed to read that wall of cry, thank you. Hopefully you will not count me as stupid, heh. It's hard as fuck to share personal stuff for me. Especially knowing that other people have bigger problems... mines sounds silly compare to others. I know...

[yessirplease69]

❝Above The Clouds & Among The Stars❞

Synopsis: Moments belonging to the relationship between you and your childhood friend, which has evolved over time. Caleb still believes that hiding his feelings from you is the most suitable choice.

✈ Content: caleb x fem reader, caleb headcanons, nsfw, explict sexual content, suggestive (mature content), drama, angst, fluff, reader being slow for not realizing how caleb is in love with her, caleb being so loving, caleb being possessive, reader is a virgin, the final part maybe happens just before the explosion?, there are many references that are found in the history of the game.

✈ Word Count: 4K

♫ Caleb playlist on Spotify: here.

a\n: ✎─ It's been so long since I posted here, finally college gave me a break. I wrote this while listening to ♫ Tinashe - Cold Sweat ♫ 50 Cent - Just a Lil Bit ♫ so you guys could say these songs were playing on the radio in the garage (spoiler lol). I feel like he would listen to songs like 50 Cent's, it really fits his style... Hope u enjoy it!

Caleb, during his high school years, is part of one of the senior classes and he has been assigned the role of class monitor for Physical Education. Although he is not in the same section as you, his role is incorporated into your core subjects, which means you encounter him more frequently in the gymnasium or in other sports areas. Occasionally, you bump into each other in the hallways, despite both of your schedules being different.

Caleb, who is always looking after you, ensures that you have all the necessary items for school, helping you choose the appropriate gym clothes for physical exercises and new supplies. This includes preparing breakfast for you and his Gran, washing an apple, and packaging it perfectly for you to take for a snack. He always wears a radiant smile on his face as he takes the strap of your bag to secure it on his left shoulder, since his right shoulder is occupied by his backpack. Caleb never allows you to take it back, as it is difficult to go against the strength of this man, who stands at 6 feet 3 inches tall, and you simply have to accept this, even if you grumble from the passenger seat of his car all the way to the school entrance.

Caleb, who has always been so affectionate only with you, is constantly touching your arms, back, cheeks, waist, and tenderly kissing your hands, even making random drawings on their palms while he is captivated by you as you excitedly share about your day. He is the type who loves physical touch and believes it creates a connection between souls because he loves you so deeply that it hurts, and this man feels that pain when he touches you. Most of the time, it is an innocent affection, and he just wants to have you close, as it is not possible to have more than that.

Caleb, who sees you growing physically and mentally with each passing day, becomes possessive and jealous of anyone who looks at you in a way that only he is allowed to. Every night before going to bed, you have conversations about boys, hoping to hear the same response come from his lips: "Don't trust those guys, pip-squeak. You still don't get how they can be mean and shady." However, with all the strength he has left, he tries to ignore it all and pretend that it does not affect him, especially since it should not interfere with your romantic or sexual life... Oh, in a rather convenient way, he will interfere with that.

Caleb, who has a toned and defined body since he exercises a lot to maintain it and prepare for when he becomes a fighter pilot in Deepspace Aviation. This boy is huge (in every sense), looks like a fridge with a chest and back as solid as iron, and he always fears breaking you when you are in his arms of pure muscle. It is inevitable not to notice teenage girls from different grades drooling when he is exposing his defined torso while walking out of the boy's locker room with the other guys. Your friends often ask you for his number, and you do not understand why you are making a sour face at them while a strange feeling hits you.

Caleb, who is naturally very skilled at winning plush toys from the claw machine. He has left his entire collection for you, however, it is still likely to find a single cute and fuzzy stuffed animal in his room, comfortably sitting on the dresser next to his bed. He always thinks of you whenever he looks at it.

Caleb, who is fucking other girls while thinking of you. It is obvious, he is an 18-year-old teenager in the process of development, and it is not possible to confront testosterone because he needs to satisfy the urges that puberty presented to him. However, he cannot remove you, your scent, or your beautiful body from his mind, and even less can he touch you as he desires because he is afraid of breaking the bond you both formed in childhood. Thus, releasing this carnal desire while he is burying his cock in some pussy out there is all he can do or imagine.

Caleb, who never walks around the house without a shirt on because he would not want to make you uncomfortable, and It is not necessary for Grandma to correct him for such a lack of manners, since his well-being is what matters most to him. But, on a weekend morning when the ladies of the house were still in bed, Caleb didn’t mind not having to put on anything right after he took a shower. Coincidentally, you had woken up quite early and caught him nearly naked in the kitchen preparing your favorite meal, with the poor boy displaying a surprised expression when you harshly told him to cover the visible marks left by feminine nails on his back. He never imagined that you had cultivated a feeling like jealousy before beginning to act roughly with him for the rest of the week.

Caleb, who splashes water on you while you are washing the dishes, and it is hard to explain at what moment the scenario turned into a war. The scene repeats when you are enjoying the summer by the pool, and the atmosphere shifts when Caleb ceases to laugh and gazes at you with a different intention in his eyes. You observe the dark-haired boy approaching, unaware that he is gripping the edge of the pool to contain the desire to kiss you.

Caleb, who maintains a very healthy routine at home and school, where you can always find him doing push-ups on the floor or running on the grass of the football field. You are seated in the bleachers with the girls when he notices your presence from miles away, and the way he flashes the purest smile while waving in your direction leaves you feeling confusingly irritated at the moment you see your friends fanning themselves and sighing loudly in unison like bitches in heat. You will blame him for making you feel this way or create reasons for it, using your anger to write unflattering things about him in your facade account book. This silly guy is completely oblivious to these details, you are ignoring him so that he follows you down the hallway, questioning what might have happened. Heaven, he is playing your game and blaming himself too, until you relent upon noticing his face marked by puppy-dog eyes.

Caleb, who is such a respectful boy, walking down the hallway and noticing that you had forgotten to close the bathroom door while you are showering. He is simply closing it slowly, intending to prevent you from being startled or thinking that he is a pervert. Not that he is not.

Caleb, who begins his training as a pilot at Skyhaven, makes a promise to take you to the clouds as soon as he returned home during his military leave. It was a summer afternoon when he wrapped his pinky finger around yours, and the casual conversation about the planes he mastered made you sigh with shining eyes. After all, who could be better than him to make you fly in the sky? Besides his incredible piloting skills and placing your safety first, this man has the power to manipulate gravity. If you were ever flying over Linkon City and were about to fall to the ground, he would use his abilities to maintain control and balance until landing. This man would never let you fall in life.

Caleb, who is automatically attracted to you and it does not require much effort on your part unlike other women. It seems that he becomes more enchanted when you compliment the delicious flavor of the meals he prepares. It is always a new achievement when you are humming and squinting your eyes with his food in your mouth. It means he is feeding you well, a task of the day completed.

Caleb, who allows you to sleep in his bed, with him, on rainy days with intense thunderstorms. You fall asleep together, your head resting on his chest as he holds you tightly while raindrops patter against the window. If he has an obligation the next morning, you will find breakfast laid out on the sheets along with a note that has a good morning message filled with childish and silly drawings. But if he does not have any other engagements, you will wake up to a kiss on your forehead or a teasing pinch on your cheek. Even when Caleb is away, he will leave the door to his room open just so you can rest there whenever you wish. You would not mention it, but you often spend more time in his room than in your own. His scent is everywhere, and when your nose detects it, only then do you feel comfortable enough to be lulled into sleep.

Caleb, who practices combat moves with you whenever he is home after being away for an extended period. Despite having become a Hunter, your fighting skills still need further refinement. And seriously, he is an excellent teacher, it is no surprise that he received praise during his time as a class monitor in high school. This man is calm and highly experienced, he will teach you each movement correctly, and as a diligent tutor, he will explain countless times, regardless of how many times you stumble and fall onto him until you successfully land a hit. You can feel the tension in his triceps as they constrict around your neck in a rear naked choke. "One wrong move and your enemy could end your life just like that." His breath caresses your neck, and he remains in that position for a few seconds as he analyzes how your body is reacting pressed against his. The grip becomes weaker, your blood circulation stabilizing, and there is an indication in your reaction that your oxygen has been lost, even though he did not apply much pressure to your neck. "Someone here needs to step it up, or else you're not getting any of Caleb's decorated cookies!"

Caleb, who tries not to look when you are doing a squat exercise in front of him, feels his cheeks flush pink every time your knees bend, presenting an indecent view of you. Fortunately, this man is very composed and will act as if nothing has happened, hence, you will see Caleb turning his head to another corner while he coughs awkwardly. He condemns himself for having such thoughts about you, and motivated by this fact, he feels the need to avoid you, using this justification in his mind to hang out with his friends instead. He needs a distraction. Yet there you are, calling him with a sweet and pleading voice, hoping to get help with your homework or to fix the bathroom socket so you can use it. How can he say no?

Caleb, who has no idea how he has made you feel attracted to him, your childhood friend, as you have labeled him. He has at least noticed how you hold your gaze on his violet eyes for a bit longer, the way your chest rises when your breathing becomes frantic, how your voice suddenly trembles, or how your body responds when he is too close. This charming individual is putting you in the palm of his hand; he does not tire of teasing you by pressing you against the refrigerator when he finds you wandering the kitchen late at night, solitary and restless, nibbling on something. Sometimes, it is not even intentional, you know, it is simply the seductive nature that Caleb possesses.

✈✈✈

The smell of gasoline mixed with grease is overwhelming and nearly clogs your nose as soon as you set foot in the large garage at home, the reason for the odor justified upon finding Caleb sitting in one of the old armchairs, deeply focused on fixing what appeared to be a car part. The radio is active on the Linkon City FM station, the device accompanying several tools scattered on the table. This place has been transformed into the man's personal space, as more airplane and car-related items are found on the shelves. Grandma and you now refer to it as Caleb's garage.

"Aren't you going to join us at the table for lunch?" Your voice is demanding as you lean half of your body against the doorframe, arms crossed while questioning the man, who does not look at you. His car is parked on the other side of the area, and you notice that the hood is open.

"Just give me a few more minutes and I'll finish up here." He finally responds to you, still immersed in the work that his hands are performing. The old white tank top that clings to his torso bears dark stains that reveal the product used, and your eyes complete their inspection of the mess displayed on Caleb's pants and across the skin of his arms.

"Busy playing with your toys, huh?" Feeling curious, you approach the Lamborghini to see what is demanding so much of the man's attention. A smile adorns his lips, and you hear a low laugh resonating in the Caleb's throat. He leans forward, rifling through the box on the floor filled with equipment. 

"Aaand... clean girls can’t come in here." Caleb studies you from head to toe for a moment, the tease playing on his lips with a smile, which broadens when he sees you roll your eyes.

"Before I leave, I'm telling you not to touch me with that dirty hand, Caleb." Your teasing retorts against him. "Go take a shower before sitting at the table, 'kay?"

"C'omon. My hand isn't even dirty, bossy brat." The tip of his boot hits the floor, driven by the beat of the music that starts playing from the device. He is moving the toolbox aside after grabbing what he wanted. "I'm gonna do a test and jump on your bed to stain your pretty white sheets."

"Pfft! You." One of your fingers is pointing towards his serene smile, which conceals all the little mischiefs. You watch him twirl a heavy object between his fingers, disregarding how you have placed your hands on your hips while gazing deeply at him.

"Stay away from the sharp tools, I'm telling you too for the twentieth time this week." He makes it very clear to you, despite not giving a firm look to affirm his words. Caleb do not want to witness the scene of you slipping in the puddle of gasoline that had formed on the floor and hitting your head against one of the saws and axes attached to the wall.

And, oh, you are doing everything except listening to him. That is why he feels you are about to do something reckless as your hand approaches the sharp edge of the object. Before the tip of your finger fully touched it, an unnatural force exerted itself upon your palm, pushing it away. You shot a piercing glance at the man seated, intending for it to penetrate him like the blade you were willing to touch.

"You're so stubborn." Caleb is staring at you, remarkably calm, the fringe of his hair falling over his eyes like a waterfall. His lips are curved in frustration as he holds an open hand in the air. His Evol is still controlling you, the vibration of that power surrounding your skin due to gravity.

"Why are you like this?! I can totally resonate with that!"

"Your powers aren't strong enough for that yet, pip-squeak." You can hear the sound of his sigh, and he is prepared to dismiss any complaints you may have. "I'm just protecting you from your own innocence. It's for your own good."

"I don't need your protection." The conviction carries your voice like a powerful weapon. And you are aiming it at him, more than ever as that manipulative pressure finally releases from your hand. Caleb was gentle in using just a little strength, with no intention of hurting you.

"You don't need it?" The way Caleb has spoken so sarcastically yet with a certain conviction has left you immobilzed in place, and he was no longer using his power over you. There is a feeling of rage consuming you as you clench your fists and grind your teeth at finding him so perplexed by your behavior.

"Yeah, I'm done." Your breath quickens as you take rapid, unexpected steps toward the man. He watches your movements intently until you push his shoulders, and his back is hitting the upholstery. Strands of hair on Caleb's forehead are ruffled by the impact, and his face bears a tightly clenched jaw as he watches, frozen, while you ascend onto the chair and rest your knees on either side of his thighs.

You need not check to know that your clothing has been ruined by a bit of grease. However, the thought quickly disappears when you are approached by Caleb's fixed gaze, the overhead perspective providing a perfect angle to see the top of his chest escaping from his tank top. The shiny necklace you gave him glistens in contrast to the light, and your attempt to divert your gaze toward it proves futile.

"I don't need you treating me like a kid. Not anyone." Your mouth commands your attitude, and the dark-haired man follows each of its movements. You appear too serious, which influences his features as he raises his chin in a sign of dominance. "You idiot."

"Watch you mouth." He is reprimanding you, his tone of voice shifting to a deeper harmony. His occupied hand releases the metal piece into the air, and it makes a violent noise when it hits the ground. Suddenly, you notice his eyes darken as he closely scrutinizes your reaction, and now his fingers are pressing against your wrists. You cannot just sit on him like that, in that position, like it's no big deal. "Don't you know how to treat your elders right anymore, brat?"

"Stop!" You spit, attempting not to show your vulnerable side whenever you are around him. "Is that all I mean to you, yeah? Just a helpless brat. "For a moment, your heart aches with guilt for behaving insensitively while you find so much love in his warm gaze directed at you. This is further compounded by a small streak of black grease on his cheek, which makes him even more endearing.

"Hey silly girl, what are you talking about?" A laugh escapes his lips, and you are unsure if it was meant to sound innocent or somewhat foolish coming from him. However, as a habit, this man tries to lighten the mood of the situation, even when it leaves you feeling awkward. He wonders why on earth you have been so rude to him lately. He understands this whole independence thing you are going through, but he is beginning to lose the patience that has remained intact for years. After all, he has always done everything for you, indulging you with good things and ensuring your protection, yet you repay him in this manner.

"You don’t know?!" The walls tremble as you laugh ironically, the closeness of your faces does not intimidate him. "I hate... how you still see me as your little girl, and not as a woman." You hiss when you realize that you spoke those words too loudly, and you are failing to remove his hands from your skin, which are beginning to burn your very being.

"What?!" He cannot help but shake his head, incredulous at your words. Your breathless breaths are intertwined in the space, which suddenly becomes suffocating.

You look so beautiful sitting on his lap, that he thinks he could get used to the view. Caleb is clenching his fist tightly against the seat, trying to prevent himself from touching the accessible and more sinful areas of your body on top of him.

"Do you want me to show you how I can see you as a woman?"

There is a silence enveloping you and him, but the beat of the music becomes increasingly captivating in the background. You are still recovering from the weight of the double entendre posed to you. A tension saturates the air in more palpable forms, Caleb's gaze appearing indecisive between your enticing lips and the way your beautiful tits move as your breathing grows irregular. The manner in which his violet eyes encompass your entire body is so alluring, and you find yourself questioning why you had not noticed this much earlier.

"Yes." The whisper slips from your lips almost like a secret, yet you show no fear of proving the consequences of your bold action. You are venturing into uncharted territory, tampering with danger. The boy growls sensually in response, a primal sound that reveals the how much he desires you as a woman.

He believes he can no longer endure hiding all these feelings any longer, and this man swears by his soul that if it were not for his self-control, he would throw you beneath him into that old armchair and position you to make love to him. He would not release your wrists while possessing you as his own. Caleb imagines how he would start to move his hips in a slow and tender way, just as a princess like you deserves, but then he would take you with such brutality, and you would accept him, his size, so perfectly inside you. The noise of the slaps on your ass and the sounds of wet sex would be louder than the music playing in the room. And he would keep repeatedly going in and out even if Grandma upstairs was disturbed by the depraved noises coming from your mouth. This man would make you scream in that garage until the sun sets, depending on your cardio endurance. It is okay, he has been letting you scream all the time with him lately, so it is only fair to leave you voiceless.

"Please." Your pleas are persistent, the throbbing pain in the center of your legs making your hips roll almost automatically and slowly on his groin. And it was possible to watch Caleb flying to the sky and seeing stars while he releases your wrists to grip your waist, commanding you to stop those movements. Because his big cock is hard right under you, Jesus. He would go crazy in this place and would take you to sin with him, a single slip could change everything. What would you think of him after this fateful decision? Your sweet purity going down the drain like this...

Caleb is thinking about how you are still not ready, watching you gazing innocently at him, unaware of the many desires and darker thoughts hidden within those purple orbs. You would not be able to handle all the things he wishes to do with you. Therefore, all he does at this moment is close his eyes tightly and take a deep breath in unison.

"No." His raspy tone conveys much about his arduous battle against these desires thus far. Your eyes instinctively close when his lips draw near, you emit a soft moan as you feel them brush against yours. The man is aware that once he begins to kiss you, he would be unable to stop. It is a torment to realize that you are unprepared to be wholly his, in body and soul. He requires you to have conviction in your actions before engaging in any recklessness, as both of you must be ready for that.

Then the place becomes cold as he crawls out of the seat, silently distancing himself from you while wearing a sad countenance. His eyes convey loneliness and melancholy, even as he closes the door behind him. You notice that your skin has been marked by the grease and his hands, it may take some time for you to forget the feeling of them on your body.

[beaconfeels]

@lucky-bishop said I could say they tagged me in a WIP whenever thing, so I am. I’ve been working on a lot of different things at once lately. One of these days at least one of them is bound to get done, right? Have a snippet from a shorter Steter fic:

Peter, surprisingly, doesn’t come through the window. He comes through Stiles’s bedroom door shortly after his last text.

“How’d you get in here?” Stiles asks. He’s tired enough that he has a moment of wondering if he somehow let Peter in and then forgot.

Peter holds up a keyring with a bunch of keys hanging off it. “You’re not the only one who gets their hands on keys,” he says.

“What?” Stiles hisses, trying to keep his voice low so he doesn’t disturb his dad. “How long have you had those?”

“Oh, a few years,” Peter says vaguely.

“A few years?”

“Yes,” Peter replies.

“Before we were friends,” Stiles says after some calculation.

“Oh Stiles, we’ve always been friends, haven’t we?”

“I think you’re forgetting about the times you tried to kill me!” Stiles whisper-shouts.

Peter actually looks affronted at that. “Name one time I tried to kill you.”

“That night at the school,” Stiles answers immediately.

Peter actually has the audacity to scoff. “I wasn’t trying to kill you, you just happened to be there. Sticking your little nose into everything, like you always do.”

He boops the end of Stiles’s nose when he says that last part, and Stiles’s mouth drops open. “You’re unbelievable.”

“What?” Peter asks, shrugging, “I’m simply telling the truth.”

“Sure. You never tried to kill me. Right.”

“Sweetheart, if I had wanted to kill you, I had plenty of chances, not the least of which was when I had you all to myself in that parking garage.” He grabs Stiles’s wrist in a light grip and moves it toward his own mouth. His blue eyes look straight at Stiles. “Remember?”

Stiles’s heartbeat goes crazy then. He can feel it thrumming beneath Peter’s fingers. It’s partly a fear response, partly something he’s not going to look at too hard right now. He jerks his wrist away, just like he did that night. “I remember.”

“And you don’t think I could have killed you if I’d wanted to?”

Stiles sighs in frustration. “You do realize this is an insane conversation, right? This is not normal. I’m considering taking back the friend thing.”

“Are you going to break up with Scott then? Because I seem to remember that he literally tried to kill you.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re giving me a headache.” He’s not even lying, his head is starting to hurt.

“Truce?” Peter asks. He actually looks apologetic, like maybe he’s worried Stiles is going to take away his friendship status.

“Fine,” Stiles says. After all, in this life he’s living, holding the past over each other’s heads would dissolve the pack in no time. They’ve only survived as long as they have because they’ve fought for each other, even with all the mistakes they’ve all made.

[see-arcane]

The Book: Victor is 20

The casting: 45 year old man

They keep aging Victor up to Appropriate Dad-like Age rather than allowing him to be the unhealthy fainting fever-brained college kid barely out of puberty because

1) Easier paternal comparison with the Creature and

2) It's a lot harder to be aghast at his abandoning !!1! of said Creature and definitely for real responsibility for all the murdering he does when you actually highlight his youth and the unhealed death trauma that spurred him, a 'man' barely past being a boy, to chase the concept of a better human being to spite death

Like, imagine seeing Victor Frankenstein standing beside the Creature as they appear in the book.

A young and stunned David beholding the Goliath he made, misplaced, and has met again only after said Goliath took a turn for the monstrous. A talented boy who invented a wretched man. There's so much more meat to be had with that contrast than with 40-year-old Victor VS Generic Man-Monster in His Prime Creature.

This isn't just a warped parable about parenthood and the way society can form its own monsters. It's about a desperate young man, distraught at the inability to prevent grief and loss, who throws everything into making the 'ideal' impervious improved human. He wanted to make something better than himself and frail humanity, but fucked up colossally. And isn't that something we never see in Frankenfilms!

Imagine a movie that reminds us that Victor wasn't just chasing pure hubris in cackling mad scientist fashion. He wanted to cure death itself so no one would hurt from loss as he did (and never moved past). A child building a solid imaginary friend to magically fix the problem of his pain as masked by scientific cause. The tragedy in it being that the very thing he made to repel death was the figure who would go on to murder all the loved ones he had left in poorly aimed vengeance.

I don't doubt that Oscar Isaac will do well in his role, however del Toro steers him. I'm sure I'll enjoy it. But I don't really need another middle-aged Victor Frankenstein.

I want to see the actual haggard and wretched boy, limping through his final days of life in an arctic waste. A child crushed by what amounted to an elaborate toy he made in lieu of processing his mother's death.

But I won't hold my breath for it.

[receivedhope]

i find it interesting that there are lot of character traits of blaine that are not only consistently canon, but i'd argue are part of his core design, yet they seem to be the most controversial to bring up?

it's a pretty defining trait of his early on that he IS a huge conformist, not only because a lot of his arcs focus on that (his position in the warblers, transferring to mckinley and trying to fit in with the ND - which is easily the first 15 or so episodes he is actively on screen) but also because he was needed to be one in order to properly foil kurt in season 2, who is pretty much the epitome of individualism.

this clash between conformity/individualism was also underlined by S5B and why they were on track for another break up. blaine LIKES being part of a team, even if that team is just him and his boyfriend meanwhile kurt is easily worn out by constant attention and compromises. he likes doing things at his own pace and likes that his mistakes and successes are only his (which makes sense with his parentification as well as his lack of friends up until the glee club - which is more just heavily implied but, come on)

blaine is also vindictive. when he feels hurt, he lashes out almost instinctually. when kurt makes him feel insecure about possibly crushing on rachel in biota, he compares him to karofsky. when finn spent the entire first few months antagonizing him after he transferred to mckinley, he just about calls sam a cheap whore when sams contribution is more valued and welcomed. he is terrified kurt will leave him after he graduates so he pulls away? he deflects by zeroing in on kurt getting corny text messages and humiliating him in front of his friends. when he feels left behind by kurt, he cheats. when kurt breaks off the engagement, he dates karofsky (and mind you, he gives zero heads up before their reunion lol)

it's also a very defining trait of his that he is obsessed with kurt. seriously, he is largely unaffected by the world around him otherwise. it is definitely a part of his decision to transfer schools so he can be with kurt more, he spends his entire senior year being hung up on kurt, he chooses to go to nyada so he can be with kurt again (pretty much why there is no indication of that before he tells kurt in glee, actually, where it serves as a veiled "we could be together again, right?" question).

also lets not forget the kurt shrine he keeps on his nightstand even months after their breakup.

or the kurt puppet.

and the thing is, i LOVE these things about blaine? i'd even go as far as to say that if he was more like the... hm. fanon version of himself i would lean on disliking him.

i love it when he is weird, mean and obsessive, just as much as i love it when kurt is weird, mean and obsessive himself.

[eeveelynm]

After an hour of struggling through that... apology...? As someone with formal education in games development and an invested interest in the games industry, I have a lot of thoughts about what Iskall said in regards to vault hunters. I'm not intimately familiar with the development of Vault Hunters. I've watched a couple videos with it and understand the concepts but I've never accurately followed along with the development cycle so please correct me if I'm wrong but Iskall acted as a sort of publisher for the mod pack. In his video he talks about how he funnelled thousands of dollars into the project, a lot of the time at a loss, and then goes on to whine about how some of the development team didn't want to continue working on the project underneath him. Throughout the segment of Iskall whining about the development team, he talks about how he owns the project. That he has the sole rights to the entire project and how it will continue under him, whether that is with the current development team or not. This is a perfect microcosm for the entirety of the games industry as it is now. Iskall has presented himself as almost everything corrupted with publishers. Hiring talented passionate developers, only to lay them off due to budget cuts or something happens to hurt a higher ups feelings or even people on the team in positions of power use it to take advantage of their staff. I do not know who created the idea for Vault Hunters. I do know however, that the team behind it is passionate, talented and love what they have worked on for the past however many years. I feel sorry to not only the development team members who were fired, but to anyone in the same, or similar, positions. Don't let vampires like Iskall suck your drive to create out of you. Don't let things like him win.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lucifer didn't know why a simple difference in name made him upset but it did. This wasn't fucking fair! Adam was his, he sold him his soul!

He had already been his cock sleeve, cum dumpster for nearly a week and that was a sin. He would come to Hell when he dies now, there are no free passes after sleeping with him.

Adam was so confused, his feelings for Eve were still there but when he looked at Lucifer........

Yeah they fucked...... Like a lot and without a condom. But for being the actual devil, tricking him aside, he didn't treat Adam poorly. He took care of his needs.

He oddly didn't hate him.

Lucifer: You can't just do this!

Sera: I can and will. And YOU need to stop tricking people.

Lucifer scoffed and crossed his arms, has she even fucking met him?

Sera rolled her eyes, he looked like a damn child.

With a wave of her hand Adam was gone and back in his home on Earth. Adam looked around, he felt like he hadn't been home in years but it was only a few days.

Eve came around the corner and gasped: Adam!! Where have you been!? I've been worried sick.

She ran over and hugged him tightly. He hugged her back, he missed her.

So why was he missing the devil?

Down in Hell Lucifer was in a fucking, that fucking bitch took him away from him!? He was so angry he needed to hurt something or someone.

Vox sipped his coffee with a smug smile on his face.

Velvette: You do know that if he figures out it was you that ratted him out to Heaven, you're beyond fucked.

Vox: How would that little shit ever figure it out?

Lucifer: Maybe because you're too fucking stupid.

They both jumped, dread filling the air as Lucifer was there in his full demon form looking beyond pissed off.

Vox laughed nervously: H-Hey there big guy.

Lucifer growled: You know, you just gave me a little reminder. That I need to be torturing the souls down here.

Vox's screams could be heard throughout the Seven Rings of Hell.

Sooo- Adam summoning Lucifer because he wants his girlfriend to get pregnant, but she's infertile. But instead Lucifer cages Adam up, makes him completely overcome by lust 24/7 and is made to birth Lucifer's children?

No one sees him again 🤷

I feel like my kinks are coming a lot...

But anyway. This.

LOL Adam just needing the Devil's dick all the live long day and even dreams about it 😆

-

Adam was looking at the spell book and up at the man in the pentagram that was dressed in a nice suit and tie, whites, reds, and gold accents to pull it all together.

Adam: I feel like I've been tricked somehow.

Lucifer: How do?

Adam: You are the devil right?

Lucifer fixed his tie: Last time I checked. I do have a name you know.

Adam: Lucifer, yeah I'm aware. Look, I'm well aware you're probably busy, torturing souls or whatever down in Hell so I'll get to the point. My girlfriend and I want to have a baby but I guess there's something wrong, lack of eggs or something the doctor spoke in many technical terms. You're all powerful right? You could help her be more fertile?

Lucifer blinked, well this was an odd request: I mean, yeah but don't humans have clinics for this?

Adam: Yeah but do you have any idea how expensive those are? And not a guarantee that we could have a baby. This would be.

The Devil looked the young man over, he couldn't be any older than 27, he was tall with brown hair and honey brown eyes and tan skin. Very attractive for human standards. And he should know, he was in Eden.

Lucifer smirked, he could work this to his advantage.

Lucifer: So, you want me to give you children?

Adam: Yes....?

Was he missing something?

Lucifer: Well, you gotta let me out of the little drawing of yours.~

Adam raised a brow: You can't do it from there?

[lukeynewtssimp]

Let them live…

Just some late night thoughts… I am seeing a lot of people shocked and in disbelief following recent events which is leading them to make hateful comments like “I cannot believe Nic would lust after a 24 year old kid, so childish wearing a ring with his initial” and “they kept telling us Luke was so kind and now it turns out he’s been hiding his gf and letting her take all this hate without coming to her defence.”

For months, I could not understand where all the hate is coming from but I am realising now that all of this is coming from people putting these 2 human beings on a pedestal. It has been obvious for months now that Nic and Luke are dating other people and you may criticise some of their choices, that is fine, but it does not make them bad people and it does not negate everything we already know about them. The reality is these 2 people are just human beings like you and I. They are flawed, they make mistakes and they may not always make decisions that you agree with. They are not puppets that will behave according to your whims. And frankly, the only mistake they are guilty of right now is what? Not dating each other? How is that fair?

If you do not like them anymore that is fine, you can stop being their fan and leave them in peace. If you are still their fan, please be respectful and be mindful of what you say publicly. They see what we talk about and they take it to heart, especially Luke. Do not hurt them because you are angry that they did not turn out to be the versions of themselves that you made them out to be in your mind. If you want to be angry and vent, fine, do that in private chats and keep it as far away from them as possible.

My advice is to take a step back and truly reflect on why you are feeling a certain type of way and realise that these 2 beautiful people are just regular people living their lives, learning from their mistakes and evolving like the rest of us. The only difference is that everything they do is publicised, put under a microscope and scrutinised.

So, please be kind and understanding.

Xx

[softsreidx-hotchner]

Look after you [S.R]

Summary: After the death of your mother, you return home to face an overwhelming grief you’re not sure how to handle. Surrounded by family, your brother Lee and your dad, you're struggling to cope with the loss, but it’s Spencer—your brother's close friend from the BAU—who stays by your side. As you prepare for your mother’s funeral, Spencer offers you comfort, helping you through the hardest moments of your life.

Paring : fem!reader x Spencer Reid

Warnings: Angst, Grief, Death, Emotional , Mild Language

Word count : 4K

Content: Emotional Grief, Comfort

Category: Angst, Romance, Comfort

The song look after you by the fray means a lot to me in this fic I used little lyrics to symbolizes the words in feelings in the fic . I hope that makes since

This broke my heart. I did my best to proofread , please be kind if I messed up anything I can fix it but I had fun writing this it help me let out some emotions. 

Author notes : I’m so very sorry for this one it hurt me more to write it then it was for you to read it , I can’t count how many times I cried writing this — A few years ago my grandmother had past away and her birthday is coming up soon and so I wanted to write this but in different perspective way . I still grief till this day for her — this feeling was how I was feeling during my grandmothers funeral 💔😭💗..

“If I don’t say this now , I will surely break .

You had been in the shower for what felt like forever, the water running warm but unable to soothe the cold ache in your chest. It had been thirty minutes, maybe more. You just got home from college, and everything felt like it was crashing down around you.

The year had been brutal—your mom had passed away, and now it was just you, your dad, and your older brother left to pick up the pieces.

Your brother, who worked in the BAU, was someone you always looked up to.

You’d followed his footsteps into college, thinking you could make it, just like him.

That’s how you met Spencer Reid—through your brother. You’d hit it off instantly, and over time, you’d grown close. But now, your heart was a mess, torn between grief and the overwhelming silence of your mother’s absence.

The sound of your dad’s voice broke through your thoughts, muffled through the bathroom door. “Sweetheart, Spencer’s here,” he called, his voice tight, like he was struggling to keep it together himself.

You stayed where you were, sitting on the cold tile floor of the shower, the water cascading over your head. The tears kept coming.

It didn’t matter that the funeral for your mom was tomorrow. The reality hadn’t hit until now—your world, once whole, was forever broken.

You couldn’t stop thinking about her, the memories flooding your mind.

The necklace she gave you, the one you still wore, now felt heavier than ever.

Is she doing okay? Spencer had asked your dad earlier.

“Not really, Spence,” your dad had replied. “But you can go on up if you want.”

“Thanks, sir,” Spencer had said, his voice soft but sincere. “No problem, Spence. You’re part of this family now.”

And then, Spencer came. He walked up the stairs, hesitating for only a moment before pushing open the bathroom door.

The moment he stepped inside, the sound of your sobs became audible, and he froze for a second, his heart aching for you.

You hadn’t noticed him until he was right there, standing in the doorway, still fully dressed.

"Spence?" you gasped, your voice raw with emotion. "What—what are you doing in here? In my bathroom? In my shower?"

“I just… I couldn’t just leave you alone.

” His voice was gentle but full of emotion.

“I wanted to be here for you. I had to make sure you were okay.”

You couldn’t find the words to respond, so instead, you just collapsed into him, burying your face in his chest, your body shaking with each sob that wracked your frame. 

You cried harder, the grief pouring out of you.

“Why her? Why my mom?” you whispered, your voice broken.

Spencer held you tightly, his own heart heavy with sorrow for you.

He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t good with words when it came to things like this.

All he knew was that he wanted to comfort you, to let you know that you weren’t alone.

“I’m so sorry,” Spencer murmured softly, his hands gently stroking your hair.

“I’m so sorry. I’m here for you. I’ve got you. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

And in that moment, as you clung to him, the world outside seemed to fade.

The ache in your chest didn’t disappear, but somehow, for the first time in what felt like forever, it didn’t hurt quite as much.

After a few minutes, Spencer gently pulled back, guiding you to stand. “Come on, let’s get you out of here,” he said quietly, his tone caring and calm.

“As I'm leaving the one I wanna take , Forgive the urgency, but hurry up and wait, My heart has started to separate.

You barely had the strength to respond, but you let him help you, his hands tender as he guided you out of the shower.

He wrapped a towel around your shoulders and pulled you into him, holding you tightly for just a moment before stepping back.

“Let me help you get dressed, okay?” Spencer asked, his voice low, almost uncertain.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

You shook your head weakly, wiping away more tears. “Spence… you don’t have to do that.”

“I know,” he said softly, gently lifting your chin to meet your eyes. “But I want to. I’m here for you, remember?”

With a small, shaky breath, you nodded. It was hard to think straight, but his presence, his unwavering kindness, made everything feel just a little more manageable. Spencer carefully helped you pull on a soft pair of sweatpants and a loose sweater, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he was afraid he might break you.

Once you were dressed, he reached for the brush that was sitting on the bathroom counter, brushing through your damp hair with gentle strokes.

Each movement was soothing, his touch so tender it almost felt like he was trying to erase the pain from your heart.

You closed your eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the kindness in his actions. "Spence... You don’t have to do all this. I can—"

“I want to,” he interrupted softly, his voice steady but full of emotion. “You don’t have to do anything right now. I’ve got you.”

When he finished brushing your hair, he carefully dried your face with a soft towel, wiping away the remnants of your tears.

Then, without a word, he pulled you into his arms again, his body a quiet comfort as you rested your head against his chest.

“You don’t have to go through this alone,” Spencer whispered, his voice full of conviction. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to lean into him, to feel the warmth of his presence, and for just a moment, you didn’t feel so alone.

At that moment, you heard the soft creak of footsteps on the stairs, and your brother Lee appeared in the doorway, his face a mixture of concern and warmth. “Hey, sis,” he said gently, a soft smile pulling at his lips.

Without a word, you rushed toward him, throwing your arms around his neck. Despite his “jock” reputation in high school, Lee had grown into one of the kindest people you knew, always there when you needed him. He was everything you could have asked for in a brother, and more.

“I’m glad you're home,” Lee murmured, hugging you back. His voice cracked slightly, and you felt his own grief settle over him. He didn’t need to say anything more. You both understood.

“Thanks for bringing Spencer by,” you whispered, pulling back slightly to look at him. You could see the concern in his eyes, but his smile reassured you.

“Of course, sis. Wouldn’t leave you alone right now,” Lee said, his voice steady, like the rock you always knew him to be. “I’m just glad you’re home.”

Spencer, who had been standing nearby, gave Lee a small nod, then spoke with that soft tone you were used to. “If you want, you can grab some of Lee’s clothes. I’m sure he won’t mind, and it’ll give you time to relax while yours dry off.”

You glanced at Spencer, then back at Lee, a small laugh escaping your lips despite the heavy atmosphere. “I hope this will do,” you said with a weak smile, grabbing a shirt and pair of shorts from your brother’s closet. “I’m sure he won’t mind for now.”

Lee chuckled, his warm eyes lighting up. “It’s all yours, sis. Take whatever you need.”

As you stepped back into the bathroom, you held up the clothes in front of Spencer. “I guess these will work for now?” you said with a small grin, trying to push through the sadness.

Spencer smiled back, his eyes softening as he took the clothes from you. “Thanks,” he said quietly. “I’ll be quick.”

When he stepped into the bathroom to change, you turned back to Lee, who was leaning against the doorframe with a soft but reassuring smile.

“It’s good to have you home,” Lee said, his tone sincere.

You nodded, a lump in your throat as you hugged him tightly once more. “Thanks, Lee. I needed this.”

Lee squeezed you tighter for a moment, then pulled back, his expression serious but full of love. “You’re family. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

And as Spencer emerged a few moments later, wearing the borrowed clothes with that familiar quiet grace, you realized—between Lee, Spencer, and your dad—you didn’t have to.

The next morning, you woke up to the soft rays of sunlight creeping through your window. It was a slow, heavy morning, the weight of what lay ahead settling in your chest. You heard your dad’s voice from downstairs, calling out to you gently. “Sweetheart, are you awake?”

“I’m up,” you replied, your voice sounding quieter than usual.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. Today was the day—your mom’s funeral. You had barely slept the night before, the memories of her haunting you even as you tried to close your eyes. But now, there was no avoiding it. It was real. You had to face it.

You got out of bed, pulling the black dress you had chosen the night before from your closet. It felt like the only option. The fabric was soft but formal, the kind of dress your mom would’ve loved.

You slid into it, then spent a little extra time curling your hair, the motions almost automatic, like a ritual. You applied some light makeup—nothing too much, just enough to make you feel like yourself.

Before you could even think about anything else, you reached for the necklace your mom had given you. The delicate pendant felt heavy against your skin, and you couldn’t help but think of her as you put it on.

She had always worn it herself, and now it was yours. It grounded you in some strange way, as if a part of her was still with you, even in her absence.

As you finished getting ready, you heard footsteps from down the hall. Spencer had already gotten up and left to go get ready himself. You weren’t sure where he had gone, but you knew he wouldn’t be far.

He had promised to stay with you, to be there for you, no matter what. Your heart warmed at the thought of him, always putting you first.

You stepped out into the hallway, making your way down the stairs. When you reached the bottom, you saw your brother Lee leaning against the kitchen counter, his eyes soft as he noticed you.

"Spence is getting ready. He'll be back soon," Lee said, his voice kind but steady. "But hey, you need to try to eat something. Come on."

Your dad’s voice chimed in from the kitchen, his tone light despite the heaviness of the morning.

“I made your favorite, sweetheart. Bacon, eggs, and biscuits with gravy,” he said, his attempt at normalcy a comfort, even though it couldn’t take away the weight in the air.

You made your way into the kitchen, smiling faintly at the spread your dad had prepared.

It was always one of your favorite meals, and even though the world felt wrong today, it was nice to have something familiar. Your dad had a way of making things feel a little less heavy, even if just for a moment.

“Thanks, Dad,” you murmured as you walked over to the table, your stomach feeling uneasy but knowing you had to eat.

As you sat down, your dad reached over and gave you a tight hug. You buried your face in his shoulder for a moment, feeling the comfort of his embrace.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you."

"I love you too, Dad," you said, pulling back slightly but keeping close. The hug felt like something you needed more than ever right now.

After a few moments, you pulled yourself together, sitting down to eat.

Your dad had done his best to make this morning as normal as possible, and you were grateful for it, even if it felt like the world outside the kitchen was completely different from the one inside.

Your brother, Lee, walked over to you with a reassuring smile. “You’ll be okay, sis. You’ve got this,” he said, his voice steady, though you could see the concern in his eyes. Lee was always strong for you, but you knew he was struggling, too.

“Thanks, Lee,” you said softly, giving him a small smile in return. His presence, like Spencer’s, always had a way of grounding you.

As you ate, your mind drifted to Spencer, wondering when he would come back. You knew he wasn’t far, and it gave you a quiet sense of comfort.

No matter what happened today, you weren’t alone. You had your family, and you had Spencer, and that was more than enough for now.

The kitchen was quiet, the only sounds coming from the soft clink of cutlery and the gentle hum of your thoughts. You were trying to focus on your food, but it was hard to keep your mind from drifting.

The heaviness of the day lingered like a weight in your chest, but for the moment, your dad and Lee’s presence grounded you.

There now, steady love, so few come and don't go

“Will you, won't you be the one I'll always know? , “When I'm losing my control, the city spins around , “You're the only one who knows, you slow it down.

Then you heard the door open.

You looked up, your heart skipping in your chest, knowing exactly who it was. "Spence is back," Lee said softly, glancing toward the door with a small, encouraging smile.

You set your fork down, your heart beating a little faster. You knew Spencer wouldn’t be long, but the thought of seeing him, of having him with you through everything, made you feel like you could breathe again.

You excused yourself from the kitchen, your feet carrying you toward the living room.

The door to the front entrance was open just a crack, and as you stepped closer, you saw him.

Spencer stood there, tall and slender, dressed in a sharp black-and-white suit.

The contrast of his clothes against the morning light only made him seem even more striking.

His dark hair, usually a little messy, was neatly styled, and in his hand, he held a small bouquet of flowers.

When you opened the door, he looked up at you, a small but warm smile tugging at his lips.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your own face as you saw him standing there, the nervous energy in his eyes that he tried to hide.

It was the same Spencer you’d come to know, but now, it felt like he was all that was steady in a world that was slowly falling apart.

Before he could say anything, you ran to him, and without thinking, you threw your arms around his neck, holding him tightly. His body was warm and solid, and for a moment, it was like nothing else mattered but the quiet comfort of his presence.

"I told you I’d come back," Spencer said softly, his voice steady but filled with the same tenderness you had come to expect from him.

He carefully pulled back just enough to hold out the flowers toward you. "I got these for you… and for your mom, for today."

You looked down at the bouquet, your breath catching in your throat. It was a simple arrangement—white lilies and soft pink roses—beautiful and delicate, just like the woman they were for.

“Thank you, Spence,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “It means more than I can say.”

Spencer’s gaze softened as he looked at you, his eyes dark with understanding.

“I’m here for you. You don’t have to go through this alone,” he said quietly, his hand gently resting on your back, giving you just enough comfort to steady yourself.

You took a shaky breath, wiping at your eyes, trying to pull yourself together.

“I know. I know,” you murmured, your words quiet but full of gratitude. "I’m glad you’re here."

Spencer smiled softly, the weight of everything they were both carrying unspoken between you, but still shared in the tenderness of that moment.

“You’re not alone, I promise. You’ve got me."

You clung to him a moment longer, letting the comfort of his words settle over you.

Spencer didn’t ask for anything in return, didn’t expect anything from you but to be there, and right now, that was everything.

The drive to the funeral was a blur. The world outside seemed distant, like you were floating through it all.

You could feel the weight of the day pressing down on you, each breath harder than the last. When you arrived, it was as though everything moved in slow motion.

The air felt thick, the sound of footsteps muffled beneath the weight of grief.

I'll look after you ,After you.. Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby

Oh, oh, oh.

The funeral home was quiet, solemn. You could hear your dad’s heavy breathing, his hand shaking slightly as he tried to hold it together.

Lee, normally strong and unshakable, was silently wiping his eyes, trying to hide the tears that wouldn’t stop. Your heart broke seeing them both like this.

You stood there, almost numb, as the guests slowly made their way to say their goodbyes.

You watched, unable to move at first, your body frozen in place as the reality of the situation crashed down on you.

This was it. Your mom, the woman who had been the center of your world, the one who loved you unconditionally, was gone.

You had known it in your mind, but seeing her there, lying in the casket, still and lifeless, made it all real in a way you hadn’t expected. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. It felt as though the ground beneath you was disappearing.

When it was finally your turn, you felt yourself trembling. You hadn’t known what to expect when you walked up to her, but now, standing there in front of her, it was almost too much.

Her face, so peaceful, but so still, seemed so distant from the mom you remembered—the one who had held you close when you were little, the one who gave you strength just by being in the room.

Your throat tightened as you reached out, placing your hand gently on the casket.

You had imagined this moment a thousand times, but none of those thoughts had prepared you for the finality of it all. You tried to say something, anything, but no words came. All you could do was cry.

And then, as you stood there, your sobs growing louder, Spencer was by your side, his arms enveloping you from behind, steadying you.

He said nothing—there was nothing he needed to say. His presence alone was a quiet comfort, holding you together in that fragile moment when you thought you might break.

“I’m here,” Spencer whispered softly into your ear, his voice breaking with emotion. "I’ve got you."

You cried harder, your chest aching with the weight of it all, and you could feel Spencer’s arms tighten around you, offering everything he could in that moment—his support, his love, his strength.

“I—I don’t know what to do, Spence,” you choked out, your voice raw with grief. “I can’t—she’s really gone. I can’t believe it.”

“I know,” Spencer murmured, his voice thick with sadness, his hands gently rubbing your back in soothing circles.

“I know, but you’re not alone. You’re not alone, okay? I’m right here.”

You held on to him, leaning into his embrace as if it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart.

The world felt too big, too overwhelming, but in his arms, you found a small piece of peace.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself feel the comfort of his touch, knowing that, for all the heartbreak and loss, Spencer would stay with you. He wasn’t going anywhere.

As you said your final goodbye to your mom, the words finally came, though they were barely a whisper, lost in your tears. “I love you, Mom. I’ll never forget you.”

And through it all, Spencer didn’t let go. His hold on you never faltered, his quiet presence the only thing that gave you any semblance of strength in that moment of unimaginable loss.

“It's always have and never hold , You've begun to feel like home ,What's mine is yours to leave or take ,What's mine is yours to make your own

After the funeral, the day seemed to stretch on endlessly, each moment heavy with silence.

It wasn’t until later in the afternoon, when the house had quieted down and the last of the guests had left, that Spencer found you sitting alone in the living room, staring at nothing in particular.

Your mind felt like it was a thousand miles away, caught between memories of your mom and the new, painful reality of life without her.

Spencer hesitated before stepping into the room, a small, unsure smile on his face as he met your gaze. "Hey," he said softly, his voice a gentle intrusion into the stillness. "I know it might be too soon, but... I was hoping we could get some coffee. Just, you know, to get away for a little while."

You blinked at him, the thought of stepping out of the house feeling almost foreign. You were exhausted, emotionally drained, but the idea of leaving for a bit and having a moment of peace with Spencer made something inside you stir.

He didn’t have to say it, but you knew. He wasn’t just offering coffee. He was offering a small escape, a moment of normalcy amidst the chaos.

“I don’t know…” you started, unsure, but Spencer was already walking closer, his eyes full of that familiar understanding, the kind that made your chest tighten.

"You don’t have to talk about anything if you don’t want to," Spencer added, his tone soft but persistent. "I just... I thought it might help.

Just a few minutes outside, a little fresh air, and something to drink. We can sit in silence, whatever you need."

“Alright,” you said, the corners of your mouth lifting slightly. “Coffee sounds good.”

Spencer’s face softened, his relief palpable, and for the first time that day, you felt like you could breathe a little easier.

"Thanks," he said quietly, as if the simple invitation meant more than just a cup of coffee—it was a promise of comfort, of space to heal.

Lee gave a knowing nod as he walked past, leaving you and Spencer alone to make your way out of the house.

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Hi! I'm not sure if requests are open, but if they aren't feeling free to ignore this.

So my birthday was on the more recent side (the 19th) and, most my birthdays (this year included) ive ended up crying and with everyone doing more important things so I end up with like maybe 1-3 people who celebrate it like a week late, and as a result I just don't tell people my birthday,,

So I was thinking sirius x reader where they're still both crushing on each other and he finds out he missed readers birthday for the aforementioned reasons jdkdkdksjdk

I'm sorry if it's a odd request, and it's totally chill if you don't do this. thank you for your time, and I hope you have a good day/night and don't forget to stretch, eat and drink some water!

~ this isn't an odd request at all, I get this feeling a lot. I have cried on every single birthday I can remember so I definitely get you. Either way I really hope you had a good birthday and hopefully the next one will be even better.

~ Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Time to Celebrate

~ Sirius is very offended he didn't get to celebrate your birthday

You don't even know how long you've been friends with Sirius. One day his friend James, got a crush on your friend Lily, and the rest is history.

That being said, you've never told them your birthday. Year after year went by and you thought there was no point to bring it up. Telling them your birthday meant pressure and expectations. It meant being possibly being ignored and being alone once again even though you shouldn't be.

Over the years of growing closer to Sirius, he's never even asked. You don't blame him. He has a lot going on. You can't expect your birthday to be on his list of high priorities.

Sirius feels different.

The only friend that knows your birthday is Lily. You should've known this would happen eventually.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you!" Sirius yells as he runs down the hall in your direction.

"Is that a trick question?" You ask, turning to face Sirius. "And is the running really necessary?"

"Why didn't you tell me about your birthday!?"

"You never asked." You say simply and wait as he slows to a walk and reaches you.

"That's a good reason and you know it. Explain please." He practically demands.

"I didn't think it was necessary. It's just a day."

"No it's not. It's a celebration."

"When's the last time you wanted to celebrate your birthday without James making you?"

"That's not the point!"

"It kinda is." You roll your eyes with a small smirk, and turn to walk away.

"But it's important." He follows right behind you. "You're important."

You stop walking for a split second, "It's just never been a big thing for me. I've never really had anyone to celebrate with." You shrug.

"But now you do." His voice has an upset tone laced somewhere in it.

"I know. I just- I didn't want to risk it."

He doesn't say anything for a few seconds. "Well come on then, we have a couple of birthdays to make up for."

He grabs your hand to pull you with him.

"Right now? We have class, Sirius."

"We have classes all the time, It'll be fine."

He takes you out of the school to get things like cake and decorations.

Something for every year he missed.