#things are gonna start unraveling for her now

[fear-less]

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 what letter? sirius, what letter?

pairing: james potter x f!reader

➥ In which, you never planned on talking to james ever again, not after your last encounter with him. Luckily Sirius saves the day.

an: omg last chapter, and its my fav.... hopefully this convinces some of y'all to watch anne with an e....I LOVE awae. ALSO!! i’m going to start writing all requests in my inbox, send some! i’m gonna start with the oldest then the more recent ones! also, im not ignoring your request if it takes a while😭 i’ll be writing then get stuck on what to do then move onto the next thing… bad habit but😭

Warnings: angst, fluff, this inspired by awae (aka the best show ever), another letter James wrote gets lost ayyyyy, literally that's all…

series masterlist ! - divider creds: i-mmaculatus & dollywons

It was now June, the end of your final year at Hogwarts. The castle, which had been your home for the past seven years, seemed to hum with the bittersweet energy of goodbyes. If you had told your eleven-year-old self that you’d be leaving these halls without James, she would’ve been heartbroken—devastated, even.

Back then, you’d believed in the stories. You’d believed that the boy who made your heart race would be the one you’d leave Hogwarts with, hand in hand, ready to take on the world together. But life had a way of unraveling those childish dreams, weaving something far more complicated in their place.

James hadn’t spoken to you since that night—since you’d spilled your heart out and he’d told you to marry Finn. It wasn’t anger or malice that kept you apart, but a quiet, mutual understanding that too much had been said, and yet not enough to bring you back to where you were before.

You told yourself it was better this way.

Finn was everything a girl could hope for: kind, considerate, and endlessly patient. He never pressured you for answers when your mind drifted during a conversation, never asked why you’d go quiet whenever someone mentioned James. You were grateful for that. But as the end of term feast approached, with the prospect of leaving Hogwarts forever hanging over you, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything left unsaid.

James sat at the Gryffindor table, surrounded by his friends, but the usual Marauder energy was dampened. He’d won the Quidditch Cup, aced his N.E.W.T.s, and had offers from the most prestigious Quidditch teams waiting for him. By all accounts, he should’ve been ecstatic. But as he watched you sitting across the Great Hall, laughing softly at something Finn said, James felt hollow.

He’d told himself he was doing the right thing. That night in the common room, when you’d asked him if there was a chance for the two of you, he’d convinced himself that pushing you toward Finn was what you deserved. Stability. A future he couldn’t promise.

But watching you now, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d made a mistake.

“Mate,” Sirius said quietly, nudging James with his elbow, “you’re staring again.”

James tore his gaze away, his jaw tightening. “I wasn’t staring,” he muttered, though his friends knew better.

“You’ve got one night left,” Sirius continued, his tone uncharacteristically serious. “If you’re going to do something about this, now’s your chance.”

James shook his head, laughing bitterly. “What am I supposed to do? Walk up to her, tell her I’m an idiot, and beg her to take me back? She’s with Finn now, Pads. She’s happy.”

“Is she?” Remus asked quietly, his eyes flicking to you. “Because from where I’m sitting, she looks like someone who’s convincing herself she’s happy.”

James didn’t respond for a while, this was his last chance of seeing her–he couldn’t lose her. 

“You're right. I’m going to see her tonight. I’ll tell her that I missed what she was trying to tell me!” James said, now in a bit of a better mood. 

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Once night fell, James made his way to your dormitory. He prayed no one but you would be there. Out of your four roommates, he only knew two, and he’d seen them sitting in the common room without you. That meant you had to be in your dorm, right?

The corridors were quiet but not empty. Most of the dormitory doors were open, with people wandering in and out. It didn’t take long for him to find your door—how could he forget it when he’d been inside so many times before?

James stepped in cautiously, but his heart sank when he realized the room was empty. You weren’t there. He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. This was supposed to be it—the last time he’d ever get a chance to talk to you—and you weren’t even here.

His eyes wandered to your side of the room. It was unusually tidy, and most of your belongings were already packed away. The only things left were a few scattered pieces of parchment, a quill, an inkpot, and an envelope on the desk.

Before he even realized what he was doing, James sat down at your desk. His hand hovered over the parchment for a moment before he began to write, his thoughts spilling out faster than he could process them.

“Dear… (Y/N),” he murmured to himself as the words took shape. “I’m sorry... I was confused before. I’m not anymore. I love you. –James.

P.S. May I please... have Buddy back?”

James smiled faintly as he reread the last part. Buddy was the stuffed animal you’d gifted him on his birthday before you’d snatched it back after losing a bet. If things didn’t work out, at least he’d have something to remind him of what you two once had. Maybe he’d even pass it on to his future child—if he had one.

He quickly folded the note, wrote your name on it and placed it neatly on your desk. 

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You’d spent almost the entire day with Finn, and at first, everything seemed fine. But, as always, the cracks begin to show, and yet another argument erupted.

“Do you not trust me?” you asked, your voice sharper than you intended, though the bitterness behind it was impossible to hide.

“No, I don’t. No man would if they were in my place!” Finn shot back, his tone defensive, the edge in his words cutting deeper than he realized.

You scoffed, the sting of his accusation hitting harder than you wanted to admit. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you need to stay away from James,” he said, his voice rising. “Someone told me they saw you two talking alone in a corridor. I know you used to be good friends, but you haven’t spoken in months. You’ve never told me why, so I can only assume the worst!”

“We stopped talking for a reason I don’t even understand myself!” you fired back, your frustration bubbling over, your voice shaking with the weight of the truth.

Finn’s expression darkened, his lips curling into a bitter frown. “Yeah, sure. I totally believe you. He definitely didn’t distance himself because he fancies you. He looks at you the way I do.”

His words were a gut punch, the weight of his jealousy and mistrust pressing down on you. For a moment, you stood frozen, your heart pounding in your chest. Then, taking a deep, steadying breath, you decided you were done dancing around the truth.

“He doesn’t fancy me,” you said, your voice trembling, though you forced yourself to meet his gaze. “And I know that for a fact. Since you want honesty, fine. I dragged James out of that party. I told him…” You hesitated, but the words came spilling out before you could stop them. “I told him how much I love him. That I’d leave you if he wanted me to. And do you know what he said?”

Finn’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing, so you pressed on, tears now streaming freely down your face.

“He told me you’re a great guy. That I deserve you. He didn’t even tell me he loved me back.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Finn stood there, his expression unreadable, his jaw set like stone. You couldn’t tell if he was angry, hurt, or simply done. After what felt like an eternity, he turned on his heel and walked out without a word, leaving you alone in his empty dormitory.

You stood there for a moment, stunned, as the weight of what had just happened settled over you. Was this the end of whatever fragile future you’d tried to build with Finn? You didn’t know. All you knew was that the room felt stifling, the air too thick to breathe.

Wiping the tears from your cheeks, you pulled yourself together enough to leave. Sitting here, drowning in your own thoughts, wasn’t going to help. You needed air, a distraction—anything to stop the whirlwind in your mind.

The cool night air greeted you as you made your way to the Black Lake. The walk was long, but with every step, your nerves began to settle. The gentle lapping of the water and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze worked to quiet the storm in your head, if only for a little while.

As you stood by the Black Lake, the moonlight dancing across the rippling water, you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to keep your emotions from unraveling. Finn's words echoed in your mind, but instead of providing any sense of resolution, they left you with a heavier burden of confusion and regret.

You had laid everything bare—your feelings for James, your failed attempt to move on with Finn—and now, for the first time in ages, you felt unmoored. The certainty you’d desperately tried to force, the future you envisioned with Finn, had shattered. All that remained were questions, unanswered and painful.

You closed your eyes, letting the cool breeze wash over you, as though trying to cleanse the ache that lingered in your chest. Your heart still aches for James, despite everything. But what was the point in holding onto hope? He had made his feelings—or lack thereof—clear. And now Finn, the only thread that had tied you to some semblance of stability, was slipping away too.

After what felt like an eternity of sitting there in solitude, you made your way back to Hogwarts. When you reached your dorm, you didn’t bother tidying the mess on your desk. The next person who would stay there would find scattered pieces of parchment, half-used ink, and a neglected quill—unless the house-elves came to clean and dispose of it all.

You opened your luggage, only to realize you’d packed everything, leaving no clothes behind for the night or morning. That’s when your eyes landed on the small stuffed bear. A wave of emotions washed over you at the sight of it. You wiped away the tears you hadn't even realized had been falling. Sniffling, you stood up and made your way to the washroom to shower, hoping the warm water would wash away at least some of the weight on your heart.

Once you were out of the shower, the thoughts continued to swirl in your mind. After a long pause, you decided to write to James. You didn’t think you could face him—not after he rejected you, not when your emotions were still raw and all over the place.

Dear James, Since we are parting ways, perhaps forever, I feel I must unburden my heart. You are the fond object of my affection and my desire.  You, and you alone, are the keeper of the key to my heart.  Please don’t be alarmed--I don’t expect your favor--but I can’t, in good conscience, not reveal myself.  I’m not engaged--nor will I be--unless, it’s to you, James.  It always has been and always will be you.

With love, (Y/N)

PS: Here’s Buddy, in case you want him. I don’t think I can keep him without crying whenever I see him.

As you finished the letter, you sat there, staring at the words that held every ounce of your vulnerability. Your hands trembled as you carefully folded the parchment and slid it into an envelope. For a moment, you hesitated. Doubts surged in your mind—was this the right thing to do? What if he never read it? What if this only made everything worse?

But deep down, you knew it was the only way to find closure. You couldn’t carry these feelings any longer, locked away inside. This letter wasn’t just for him—it was for you too, a way to finally release the emotions that had weighed you down for so long.

You reached for Buddy, the small stuffed bear that had once brought you so much comfort. Seeing him now only reopened old wounds, but at the same time, he reminded you of the love you had for James—the love you still had, even though it wasn’t returned. You hugged Buddy tightly one last time, letting a few tears fall before tucking him into the package with the letter.

You had considered waiting until morning to deliver it, but the thought of sleeping on it felt impossible. You needed to let go of this weight before you could rest. So, once all your roommates were asleep, you slipped out of the dorm and made your way to James' room. The dorm was empty, just as you'd expected. Whenever there was a holiday, the boys would often roam the grounds late into the night, returning well after curfew.

You placed the package—Buddy and the letter—gently on James' bed. You glanced around the room, the usually cluttered space now oddly quiet and foreign. Standing in it alone, you couldn’t shake the feeling of how much had changed. With a final, shaky breath, you turned and left, the door clicking softly behind you as you disappeared into the darkness.

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It was nearing three-thirty in the morning when the boys finally returned. Sirius stumbled in, clearly drunk beyond belief, while Remus went straight to the shower, and Peter collapsed into his bed, too tired to think. James, however, stood frozen in his doorway.

His eyes were locked on a small brown-covered package resting on his bed. Confusion washed over him as he approached. He quickly tore it open, finding a folded piece of parchment with his name written in your handwriting—and Buddy.

His chest tightened with anger. "Oh, really, (Y/N)? You couldn’t even face me? World class!" His voice was laced with frustration as his eyes flicked from the bear to the letter. All he could focus on was how you'd read his letter and now returned Buddy.

You actually gave Buddy back? He remembered you promising, no—vowing—never to part with it, no matter what. Yes, he'd asked for it, but this… this was more than just a simple request.

Without thinking, James ripped the letter apart. His fists clenched around the torn pieces as he made his way into the empty common room. In a fit of rage, he threw the scraps into the fire.

As the flames flickered, a sudden thought struck him, and his stomach dropped. “What if... oh, shit!” he muttered, cursing himself. What if you had come to speak to him, only to find he wasn’t in the dorm, and in desperation, wrote that letter? What if it was your way of telling him that you felt the same, that you regretted everything, and that you still cared?

But now, it was too late. The letter was gone, burned to ash.

James stood frozen, clutching the remaining pieces of the letter in his hands, the ink smudging as he frantically pieced together the broken words:

Parting ways... Don't... Heart... Finn... Engaged... Don't love... Alarmed... Not... Alone... Forever...

What was all of this? Engaged to Finn? You just met him, for Merlin’s sake! And why would you tell him that in the letter? Did you want to make him feel worse, to confirm that you had truly moved on?

The sound of a door creaking open snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned to see Remus stepping into the room, his expression one of quiet surprise. With Sirius and Peter asleep, James saw no reason to keep this to himself any longer. Remus was always the one who could make sense of things, the one who could calm him down when nothing else could.

“Remus, don’t go back to sleep, please," James blurted, pacing in frustration. "I’ve got breaking news! That night at the party? Forget it. Turns out (Y/N) doesn’t love me after all. She wrote me a letter explaining it—and told me she’s engaged to Finn!”

Remus paused, looking at him with wide eyes. “You told yourself—and us—that you would get over her. If she’s really engaged to Finn, then... let’s start now.”

James shook his head, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t, Remus.”

“You can, and you will,” Remus said firmly, his tone softer but still resolute. “Once you’re over her, you’ll be able to move on. It’ll be a new chapter, James—one without her in it.”

James’s face twisted in pain. “I want to be happy, Remus. I just can’t. (Y/N) is marrying the man of her dreams, and that man isn’t me.”

Remus sighed, stepping closer to his friend. He knew James too well, and knew how deep this went. “Let’s go to bed,” Remus said gently. “We’ve got an early morning ahead of us. Maybe you’ll have a chance to speak to her tomorrow? Tell her—and the others,” he added, gesturing toward Peter and Sirius, “maybe they’ll have a better plan for you.”

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You were on the train now, staring out the window as the platform slowly filled with students saying their last goodbyes. You were ready to go home—or at least as ready as you could be. Ready to return to your parents, who still thought you were with Finn. The truth of your relationship, however, was far murkier. You and Finn hadn’t officially broken things off, but the silence that followed your last argument felt louder than any words could. It was obvious, even if neither of you had said it out loud.

The weight of everything sat heavily on your shoulders as you watched the scene outside. Friends hugged tightly, some with tears streaming down their faces, while others exchanged laughs and promises to write over the summer. There was a bittersweetness to it all—a kind of closure, even in the goodbyes. But you didn’t feel that closure. Instead, you felt like you were caught in a loop of unresolved emotions and unanswered questions.

You’d managed to find an empty compartment. It wasn’t hard when you were one of the first to board while everyone else lingered, reluctant to leave the castle behind. The quiet was what you needed—time to think, to breathe, to let the ache in your chest settle.

Diana, who's your best friend and practically your sister from how close you two are and your friends had offered to sit with you, but you told them you wanted to be alone. They understood, of course. They always did. You’d confided in them about what had happened with Finn, and while they’d tried to offer their support, you knew this was something you needed to process on your own. They couldn’t fix what was broken—not with Finn, and not with James.

The hum of the train as it prepared for departure filled the air, a low, steady rhythm that somehow felt comforting. You leaned your head against the cool glass of the window, watching as more students climbed aboard . You envied the lightness in some of the students—their laughter, their certainty about who they were and where they stood with the people in their lives.

For you, everything felt like it was in limbo. The argument with Finn had left you reeling, unsure of what came next. And then there was James—the boy who had once been your closest friend, who still lingered in your thoughts even after months of strained silence.

You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment as the train gave a soft lurch, signaling the start of its journey. Home felt both too far away and far too close.

The train began to pick up speed, the platform slowly fading into the distance as the familiar rolling hills of the countryside came into view. You opened your eyes, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The quiet of the compartment wrapped around you like a fragile cocoon, but your thoughts refused to settle.

James. His name echoed in your mind like a song you couldn’t quite forget. You hadn’t seen him at the station, though you’d looked for him instinctively. The habit was hard to break, no matter how strained things had become between the two of you.

You thought back to that day in Finn’s dorm, where everything had shifted. The weight of your confession to Finn, the raw honesty, and the pain that followed. But it wasn’t Finn’s face you pictured now—it was James’s. His messy hair, his lopsided grin, the way his hazel eyes lit up when he laughed. And the way those same eyes had avoided yours for months, the distance between you growing wider with each passing day.

You shook your head, as if the motion could clear your mind. It didn’t. Instead, it only made the ache in your chest deepen. The truth was, you missed him. More than you cared to admit, even to yourself.

It wasn’t just the friendship you missed, though that alone had been a loss. It was the way he’d always been there, the way he could make you laugh even on your worst days, the way he’d look at you like you were the most important person in the world. Somewhere along the way, things had changed, and you weren’t sure if you could ever get back to where you’d been.

The train rattled along the tracks, the countryside blurring past the window. You wrapped your arms around yourself, as if you could ward off the coldness that had settled deep in your chest. For a fleeting moment, you wished James were here, sitting across from you like he used to. You could almost hear his voice, teasing you about something silly, his laughter filling the space between you. But the compartment was empty, and the silence felt heavier because of it.

You leaned your forehead against the glass, the cool surface grounding you. Maybe this summer would give you the space you needed to figure things out. Maybe time apart would help you understand what you really wanted, and what you were willing to fight for. But as the train carried you further away from Hogwarts, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the answers you were looking for weren’t waiting for you at home—they were somewhere back there, tangled up in the boy you couldn’t stop thinking about.

You closed your eyes again, letting the rhythmic motion of the train lull you into a state of uneasy calm. The journey home had only just begun, but you already felt like you were carrying the weight of an entire year’s worth of emotions with you. And no matter how far the train took you, there was one thing you couldn’t seem to leave behind: the hope that somehow, someday, you and James could find your way back to each other.

A knock startled you awake. For a fleeting moment, you hoped it might be James, but when you opened the door, it was Diana. Despite your insistence on wanting no company, you never minded hers. You mustered a small smile as she entered.

“So,” Diana began, sitting across from you, “you wrote him a letter saying you still love him?”

“Yes,” you replied softly, avoiding her gaze.

“And he hasn’t talked to you?”

“Mhm.”

“And you called it off with Finn?”

“Well...” You cleared your throat awkwardly. “I still need to, but he despises me now. Once I get home, I’ll owl him. He’s... not exactly happy right now.”

“Because of the fight?” Diana’s tone grew sharper. “I know you lied to us. It wasn’t about your parents, was it? If you want to tell me the real reason, just say it.”

You hesitated, your throat tightening. “I... I ruined it with him. He got mad about James, and I snapped. I told him what I told James at the party. He didn’t even say anything; he just stood there, then left. We haven’t spoken since. I haven’t even told my parents yet—I don’t know if he’s told them.”

“Wow...” Diana’s expression was a mix of disbelief and frustration. “And James hasn’t said anything? You went through all that struggle, and he’s just blatantly ignoring you?”

“I know! But maybe I shouldn’t have told him how I felt again. Remember what happened at the party?”

Diana softened, reaching out to touch your hand. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I can’t imagine being in your situation.”

“It doesn’t even matter anymore,” you mumbled, though the lump in your throat betrayed your words.

“Of course it matters!” Diana said firmly. “Finn demanded the truth and then got mad when you gave it to him? That’s not fair!”

“Well, at least I won’t be engaged to him anymore.”

“When did he pro—” Diana started, but her words were cut off as Sirius suddenly barged into the compartment.

None of you had noticed him outside, and you had no idea how long he’d been listening.

“How much did you hear?” Diana demanded, her eyes narrowing.

“Enough to know that (Y/N) is no longer with that Finn bloke,” Sirius replied with a grin that was far too smug for the situation.

“Well, if you’d listened more, you’d also know—” Diana began again, but Sirius interrupted her too.

“(Y/N), have you even tried to speak to James about this?!”

“Had I had the opportunity, I would have,” you shot back, your frustration bubbling to the surface. “In fact, I went over—”

“You’ve had every opportunity!” Sirius exclaimed, cutting you off again. You stared at him, then at Diana, who looked just as shocked as you felt.

“Admit it,” Sirius said, his voice rising. “You’ve been smitten with James since the moment you two met! The clues have been everywhere! And don’t deny that you were completely beguiled by him at the party—even though you were dating some random bloke you barely knew!”

“That’s not—” you started, but Sirius plowed on, his words tumbling out in a rush.

“Then you drag James out of the party, demand to know how he feels about you, and give him all of thirty seconds to decide your entire future!”

“Well, that’s because—”

“And worst of all,” Sirius thundered, ignoring you, “you callously ignored the letter James wrote to you, where he told you he loved you!”

If confusion were a person, it would have been you at that moment. You exchanged a bewildered look with Diana.

“What letter?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Even Sirius looked thrown off. “What do you mean, ‘What letter?’”

“Sirius,” you said more firmly, standing now. “What letter?”

“The letter was the whole reason he stopped talking to you!” Sirius snapped. “He put one in your luggage—slipped it into a pocket—and then left another on your desk yesterday!”

You blinked, your mind racing. “Which pocket? I don’t use most of them, and I left everything on my desk at Hogwarts—it was just extra parchment. Why didn’t he just tell me?”

“How am I supposed to know?” Sirius said with a shrug. “But what are you waiting for? Go find James! He’s crying like a bloody baby—that’s the only reason I came to find you. Took me five minutes to track you down!”

You nodded quickly and scrambled to your feet, your heart pounding like a drum. You knew exactly where James would be. After sharing the same train compartment for seven years, you could find it blindfolded, even in your sleep.

Without hesitation, you hurried down the train, determination and nerves tangling in your chest like vines. Your footsteps echoed faintly against the narrow corridor, your mind racing ahead.

Then you froze.

James’ laugh drifted through the crack in the door—warm, familiar, and effortless. It was the kind of laugh that made the world tilt, like gravity had shifted just enough to pull you toward him. The sound wrapped around you, igniting a fire in your chest and a tremor in your hands.

You pressed a shaky palm against the cool surface of the compartment door, drawing in a deep breath.

This is it.

With a steadying exhale, you slid the door open. The soft creak barely registered over the hammering in your ears.

“James,” you began, your voice trembling but determined. “Can we… could we talk? Please. If that’s okay with you?”

James froze mid-laugh, his body stilling like a snapshot in time. His gaze locked onto yours, wide-eyed and searching, as if trying to confirm you were real. Slowly, he nodded, his brow creasing in quiet confusion, curiosity flickering behind his eyes.

You stepped inside and let the door click softly shut behind you, the faint sound reverberating in the small, enclosed space. Here, at the back of the train, there were no prying eyes, no curious ears—just the two of you and the fragile weight of the moment.

For a heartbeat, neither of you spoke. The air between you felt electric, thick with unspoken words and barely restrained emotion. James watched you carefully, his gaze tracing your face as if committing every detail to memory.

Your chest tightened, the words caught like a stone in your throat. You’d waited too long, carried this too far. But you couldn’t falter now.

Swallowing the lump of fear, you took a step closer, and then another, until the space between you vanished completely.

You weren’t sure who moved first—if it was him, or you, or maybe both of you at once—but the distance dissolved like it had never been there at all. His hands found your waist as yours slid up to cup his face, and then his lips were on yours. The world outside the compartment disappeared in a rush, the hum of the train fading into nothingness.

It wasn’t frantic or hurried. It was soft, almost tentative at first, like neither of you could quite believe this was real. But then, the kiss deepened, and with it came a flood of emotions—relief, longing, and something you didn’t dare name just yet.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless. James’ cheeks were flushed, and his glasses were slightly askew. His lips curved into the smallest, shyest smile you’d ever seen from him. It was a look you wanted to commit to memory.

But the weight of why you were here—the reason you’d sought him out—pressed against your chest, demanding to be spoken to.

You took a deep breath, looking James in the eye as you began. “Sirius told me about the letters. The one in my luggage, the one on my desk… I didn’t even know they existed. I never read them.”

James blinked, his expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. “You… you never read them?” he repeated, his voice breaking slightly.

You shook your head, your chest tightening as you stepped closer to him. “No. I only found out about them because Sirius barged into my compartment and told me everything. He said you hid one in my luggage, and the other was on my desk, buried under a pile of parchment I never cleaned up. James, I had no idea.”

James ran a hand through his hair, his face clouding with frustration and regret. “Merlin,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “All this time, I thought you knew. I thought you read them and just… ignored me.”

“Why would I ignore you?” you asked, your voice trembling. “James, I didn’t know because I didn’t even think to look. And the letter in my bag—I didn’t even realize there was a hidden pocket until Sirius told me.”

James stared at you, his lips parting as though he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. Finally, he managed, “I wrote them because I didn’t know how else to tell you how I felt. I thought if I put it on paper, it’d be easier to say everything I couldn’t say to your face.”

“James, I didn’t read them, but you need to know something,” you said, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside you. “I wrote to you too. I wrote you a letter and left it on your bed with Buddy.”

His expression shifted, his brows knitting together in a mix of guilt and realization. “The letter with Buddy,” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. “I… I tore it up.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, and your heart sank. “You… tore it up?” you asked softly, your voice breaking.

James nodded, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “I was angry,” he admitted, his tone thick with regret. “I thought you’d moved on, that you didn’t care anymore. I saw Buddy, and I just… I lost it. And when I saw you’d written me a letter instead of talking to me in person—well, I just… I thought you were giving him back to me because you didn’t need him anymore. I thought you were telling me that you were done with me, that you’d let go. So, I tore it up without even reading it.”

You stared at him, your heart heavy with the weight of the misunderstanding. “James, I wasn’t telling you that I was done. I… I was just too scared to face you. After what happened at the party… when you told me to marry Finn… I didn’t think I could bear hearing you reject me again. I didn’t think I could face you after that.”

James' face softened, his brows furrowing with understanding. “I never meant for you to feel that way. I thought I was doing the right thing, telling you to marry Finn, but it wasn’t because I didn’t care. I was trying to push you away, trying to convince myself that it was better if you were happy with him. I couldn’t bear to see you hurting, but instead, I just made it worse.”

You shook your head, your voice catching. “I didn’t think you wanted me, James. You told me to marry Finn, and you didn’t even give me a chance to tell you how I felt. I thought if I wrote the letter, maybe that was my chance to say what I couldn’t say face-to-face.”

James’ breath hitched, and he stepped toward you. “I was wrong. I should have listened to you, should have seen that I was the one hurting you. I was so confused. I didn’t want to lose you, but I didn’t know how to tell you that I felt the same.”

“James, that letter wasn’t about moving on. It was about you. I told you everything—how I felt, how I couldn’t be with Finn because my heart wasn’t his to have. It was yours. It’s always been yours.”

James’ breath caught in his throat as realization washed over him. “You… you said that?”

You nodded, tears brimming in your eyes. “I told you that I loved you. That I’ve always loved you, no matter how much I tried to deny it. And I gave you Buddy because I didn’t think I deserved to keep him anymore.”

James’ face crumpled, and he took a shaky step toward you. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “For tearing up your letter, for hiding behind mine, for not saying what I needed to say.”

You shook your head, tears spilling down your cheeks. “We both made mistakes, James. But I’m here now. And I’m telling you everything because I don’t want to waste another second pretending I don’t care.”

James reached for you, his hands cupping your face as he leaned in. “I love you,” he said, his voice raw and unguarded. “I’ve loved you for so long, and I’ve been such an idiot for not saying it sooner.”

You let out a shaky laugh, relief washing over you like a tide. “Well, you’re saying it now. That’s all that matters.”

He kissed you then, the world falling away as the weight of years of miscommunication and doubt finally lifted. His lips were warm and familiar, and when he pulled back, both of you were breathless and flushed.

“We’re terrible at this,” James said with a small, rueful laugh, his hands still resting on your cheeks.

“We really are,” you agreed, smiling through your tears. “But we’ve got time to figure it out.”

James grinned, his eyes shining with hope. “Together?”

“Together,” you confirmed, your voice steady and sure.

James kissed you again, slow and tender, as if he was savoring the moment. The warmth of his lips, the familiarity of his touch—it was everything you had wanted, everything you had longed for but been too afraid to claim.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, breath shaky, both of you flushed from the rush of emotions. For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of everything that had been left unsaid finally settling between you in a peaceful, unspoken understanding.

“I don’t know how we got here,” James said softly, his voice hushed, as though he was still trying to piece everything together in his mind. “We both made so many mistakes, (Y/N). I hurt you, and I never meant to. I’ve been a coward, hiding behind my letters, my words... not telling you the truth when it mattered.”

You shook your head, gently cupping his face in your hands. “James, we both let fear dictate everything. We were both too scared to face the truth. But we're here now, right? That’s all that matters. We don’t have to figure it all out right this moment. We just have to start somewhere.”

James looked into your eyes, his gaze intense, as if he was memorizing every detail, afraid that if he blinked, the moment might slip away. “I love you, (Y/N),” he said again, this time with complete certainty. “I’ve always loved you.”

Tears welled in your eyes, and you laughed softly, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “I love you too, James. I always have. I was just too afraid to believe it.”

James smiled, a real, unguarded smile, the kind that made his entire face light up. “So... do we get to be happy now?” he asked, his voice filled with hope.

You nodded, the warmth of his hands still holding your face. “Yes,” you whispered. “We get to be happy. Together.”

For a long time, neither of you moved, just stood there in the quiet, the weight of everything finally lifting, as if all the confusion and misunderstandings had just melted away.

James let out a soft laugh, breaking the stillness. “I’m not perfect, (Y/N),” he said, his thumb gently brushing the tear on your cheek. “But if you’ll have me, I’m willing to try.”

You smiled through your tears, your heart full to bursting. “I think we both need to try, James. And we will. Together.”

He kissed you one last time, and this time, it wasn’t hurried or filled with desperation. It was a kiss that held all the promises of a new beginning. The kind of kiss that said, we’ve found our way back to each other.

And when you pulled away, you both stood there, smiling through the tangled mess of emotions that had, somehow, become beautiful in their own way.

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[lovifie]

Price had a young girlfriend and did not tell anybody until he decided to get married...

He probably didn't tell them until the night before the wedding…He asked them to come over for a little celebration and everyone expected a middle-aged woman. But when they saw a girl in her mid-20s opening the door with Price they were shocked

Soap probably even asked if she's his stepdaughter LOL

Hey, love!! 💗💗

I wrote you a little something...

I hope you like it 💗

❤️Mr. & Mrs. Price❤️

Fluff | Sugestive | 1547 words | Back to Masterlist

They were having a pint at a pub close to base when he told them. 

“I'm getting married next Saturday, you have the weekend free, so drop by so I can introduce you to the missus.”

Now, Ghost wasn't surprised he didn't know about his captain having a girlfriend, let alone a relationship serious enough to talk about marriage. What surprised Ghost was that neither Soap nor Gaz knew about it. 

“Married?!” Gaz asked, loud enough to make some people turn their heads. 

Price furrows his eyebrow, surprised by the reaction as if he had just told them about what he's having from breakfast. 

“I didnae ken ye had a pretty bird waiting for ye at home, Captain!” Soap says, just as loud.

“Yeah, I have for a couple of years now.” Price simply answers, shrugging his shoulders as he takes a sip.

“A couple of years?!” The three men ask in unison like a bad comedic joke. 

A chain of questions starts to unravel, curiosity for the mysterious woman pouring out; but Price waves his hand shutting them up. “No point in that, you are meeting her this weekend, easier that way”

They begrudgingly agree, keeping to themselves the mental image of the possible woman. She must be around Price's age, so between 40 and 50 years old; knowing how little the man likes to go out they probably met at work so she must be military too. Stern woman. 

Price tells them that is something minor, the close family and a bunch of friends; that they can join at the reception at his house and to dress nicely. 

“No ghost mask.” He chastises the man pointing at him. “I don't want work involved, alright?”

During the week until the wedding, they keep thinking about her, about how she must look like, her personality, her age, her eye colour.

“What do you think she'll look like?”

“In my mind, she's like Laswell… but being into men.”

And out of every possibility and different mental image, the last thing they expected was the pretty thing that opened the door for them on Saturday. 

Pretty little thing, around 25 years old, with the kindest smile on her face even when looking at the three giants on her doorframe, flowy white dress, little hair strands framing her cute face with the rest of it gathered up in an intricate updo in the back hold together with shiny pins and a silky bow. 

“Oh, you must be John's friends.” You say, voice sweet as an angel. “Please, come in, don't just stand there. I'm gonna go get him, be back in a second”

You step back, holding the door open for them, inviting them in and once inside you close the door, walking past them to reach their captain who is looking in the opposite direction, talking to somebody else.

“That must be the stepdaughter… right?” Soap asks what all of them are thinking. 

They stare as you walk up to Price, placing your hand on his lower back making him turn to look at you; a wide smile appearing immediately. He leans forward, his arm moving behind your shoulder and his hand keeping your jaw in place as he kisses you. 

Lips crashing against yours, closing his eyes and letting his tongue into your mouth tasting the champagne you were drinking just a moment ago. A passionate, sloppy kiss that would make a maiden blush at the impropriety of it even for the newlyweds.

“Mate, I sure fucking hope she's not.” Gaz answers after a moment.

The two of you finally pull back, telling Price about his friends arriving and he looks behind you to see them. He smiles, not as wide as when he looked at you, and gives you a quick peck before walking to the door. 

“Welcome, lads. Thank you for coming.” He says simply, crossing his arms and looking proud. You appear from behind him, hand resting on his arm slightly leaning to his side.

“Do you want anything to drink? To eat?” You ask softly, love pouring out of Price's eyes as he looks down on you. 

“I'll help you.” Ghost says, a curl of his lips you could identify as a smile if you wanted to. And once the captain is left with the sergeants, the attack starts. 

“How does an old churl like you manages to get a pretty thing like her?”

“Where do you even meet a doll like her?”

“How many years have you exactly been dating for?”

Ghost clears his throat when he turns around the corner on his way back, with you chirping on his side about how happy you are to finally meet them. He has a more natural smile on his face now, clearly infected with your enthusiasm. 

Price finally introduces you to them, exchanging everyone's name. You hug both the sergeants and shake Ghost's hand, the man glad that you made the observation of his lack of appreciation towards body contact. 

After a little chat, you excuse yourself; promising to get back in a while wanting to talk to your own friends still waiting around the room. It leaves Price on his own and that's when he tells the nosy men how he met you. 

You were his neighbour, sharing half the walls of the old flat he house to live in before moving in together. How he introduced himself to you one day when he saw you leaving your house, how he told you he was military so you wouldn't freak out if you saw him in the middle of the night or suddenly disappeared for months, how after a specially long deployment he got back and you dropped by hours later with a bunch of tupperwares with homemade food “I assumed you would be tired, it's nothing special but I'll save you the hustle of cooking”, about how he had wanted to marry you ever since, how he gave you the tupperwares back one by one so he had more reasons to talk to you, how he finally asked you out with the last one and how after that it all was easy between you two.

The four of them swiftly move to sit down on the kitchen table, Price still telling them everything about you and the relationship. Ghost is just as invested as the other two, trying to play it off as polite interest. Slowly and smoothly people leave the house as the day goes by, the sun having set a couple of hours ago; and you walk into the kitchen, sitting on Price's lap with a sigh. 

“I know it isn't proper of a good host, but these shoes are killing me.” You announce looking at the three men as you bend down and take them off, a sigh of comfort leaving your mouth as you lean back on Price. “I'm also sure you have endurance worse than some stinky feet.” You joke with a tiny chuckle making them smile. 

“Everyone gone, darling?” Price asks, his hands resting on your lap as you nod smiling. He looks up to the boys as he says. “Better to tidy up then”

“Jonathan Price, don't be rude!” You exclaim looking at him. “They are your friends and there are more than enough rooms for them if they want to spend the night. They have been drinking too!”

“Mrs. Price.” John says with a teasing tone, standing up and helping you stand. “Talk to me for a second, love.”

Price bends down to pick your shoes up, holding your hand to walk you to the living room. They hear the two of you whispering back and forth, then silence and lastly the unmistakable sound of kisses. They peak behind the door, managing to see you sitting in the backrest of the sofa with Price standing between your legs, grinding his hips against yours. You moan softly against his lips, before pulling back and whispering something they can't make out; Price pulls back as well and they sit back on their chairs. 

Price walks in just a second later. “Lads… thank you for coming, I'll see you when I'm back from the honeymoon, now… OUT!” He barks the last word making Soap chuckle as they all finish their drink in a gulp and start to walk out of the house, congratulating Price on the marriage and walking out one by one; meanwhile, you remain completely out of sight for them.

“They gone?” You ask for the top of the stairs, looking at Price with a smile. 

“Yep.” Price says locking the door.

“You didn't have to kick them out like that, though.” You say cocking your head with a smile.

“Oh, yes, I did.” He says, turning around to start to walk up the stairs. 

“Why? Afraid they might join?” You say winking at him, making him laugh before he throws you over his shoulder making you shriek.

“Wouldn't you like that, you little minx!” He jokes, landing a smack on your asscheek. 

You gasp dramatically holding onto his clothes. “It's Mrs. Price to you, young man.”

He chuckles, making your body shake, before he throws you down on the bed; him instantly crawling on top of you. 

“Who's your husband, darling?”

“You, Mr. Price.”

A bit more of this

[nezuscribe]

(nsfw, 18+)

there are some things that toji isn't necessarily proud of.

he's not a fan of the fact that he comes home grimy every night, fingernails caked with blood. he doesn't like that the stupid scar on his lip hasn't faded and he hates the fact that he didn't marry you first.

"f-fuck, toji...!" you squealed out, your face being smushed into the pillow as he pounded into you from behind, his grips on your hips bruising.

"yeah? you good?" he cheekily asked, a smug smirk on his face as you blabbered some nonsense out, insistently shaking your head yes.

it was just so unfair that he met you, his pretty neighbor, after he moved in. his relationship with his wife was already straining, he could feel her cold demeanor towards him every time they went to sleep.

but you were so nice to him and his kid, a warm smile on your face as you waved over to them. megumi liked you too, hell, toji was sure he liked you more than his own mother, and to top it all off, once you started babysitting megumi he couldn't control his emotions.

it took one night of too much alcohol and lust filled eyes and now, toji can no longer go two days without fucking your sweet pussy.

"let go, come on," he groaned, his scar twitching as he pressed slopping kisses down your spine, "tell me how much y'love me," his balls slapped lewdly against your pussy and he loved to sounds it made.

"love you, mpf! l-love you s'much toji," you whined out, fingers gripping his bedsheets as his thumb swiped down at your clit, your eyes rolling backwards at his motion. you could never last too long with toji, and he knew just what to do to make you unravel.

"good girl, fuck, you're so tight, so good f'me," he praised, his head dragging against your tight walls as he felt the two of you getting closer, "'gonna file the papers tomorrow, then yer finally and officially 'gonna be mine. like that? hm baby?"

you nodded again, words escaping your mouth as toji picked up his pace, his hips slamming into yours as you felt yourself about the let go, your release just moments away from you.

"'m'yours toji, fuuuuck!" you promised, and that's all it took his him to sputter, filling you up as your walls clenched around him, your orgasm so quick, so sinful, so good that you almost passed out.

you would have if not for him leaning down to your ear, that shit-eating grin still on his face as he kissed your cheek,

"up fer another round? 'wanna risk it?"

and you nodded again, knowing that you could never say no to toji.

[stevesgother]

From Now On (Our Troubles Will Be Miles Away) I S.H

Pairing - Dad!Steve Harrington x Fem!Mom!Reader

WC - 1.5k

Summary - enjoy some christmas stevie with your toddler, and a special announcement… <3

AN - oops! It appears i can’t stop writing steve as a father. y’all can thank mady @skeltn for that one. 

With love- Emma

The soft, staticky sounds of Frank Sinatra’s ‘Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas’ emanate from the thrifted record player in the living room; drifting into the kitchen where you’re rolling cookie dough and wincing as your toddler tries to ‘help’ by adding way too much food coloring into the bowls of frosting.

Over the sounds of nostalgic Christmas tunes, you hear a small crash and the cursing of your husband as he attempts to wrap your eight foot tree in garland.

“You okay, honey?” You shout from where you stand at the counter.

A pause, “Yeah, I’m just–ugh these fuc–”

“Steve!--”

“Fudging lights–” he corrects, “they’re all tangled. I’ve been working at them for, like, twenty minutes,”

“Let me get these cookies in the oven, Ellie and I will come help,” you call back.

More grumbling can be heard echoing from the other room as your daughter, Eleanor, is rummaging through your small container of cookie cutters, eventually giving up and deciding that it would simply be easier to dump all of them out onto the floor.

Her pudgy little hands grab one that's shaped like santa in a sleigh as she declares,

 “I do this one,”

“Do you want mommy’s help or do you got it by yourself?”

She doesn’t respond but clumsily presses the stencil into the floured dough. It comes out a little wonky, but you don’t mind, you aren’t going for perfection. Steve will have eaten them all within the next few hours, anyway.

Speak of the devil, “How are my girls doin’?” he saunters over to you, slightly sweaty from the exertion of decorating the tree and presses a kiss to both yours and Ellie’s cheeks.

When he sees Eleanor’s handiwork, he gasps, “Ellie, baby, these are beautiful!” He fawns over the barely recognizable shapes on the baking sheet like they’re the most magnificent thing he’s ever seen in his whole life.

Ellie can tell he’s pleased with her and starts to giggle with her sticky hands over her mouth. You wisely chose a recipe that didn’t call for eggs, knowing your three-year-old was bound to ingest the raw dough at some point during the process.

Now that Steve’s in the room though, she conveniently decides she’s done helping and motions with her arms for her dad to pick her up. He does so without hesitation, even though she’s covered in frosting and flour, easily lifting her from where she stands in just an oversized tee on a step ladder against the cabinets.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, huh? Give mommy a break,” he looks pleadingly to you, “Can you please try to untangle the lights while I’m gone?” And how could you say no when he looks so pretty and asks so nicely?

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By the time you’re finally done unraveling and applying a mess of sparkly bulbs and shiny tinsel to your Christmas tree, Ellie comes barreling out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel wrapped around her and Steve hot on her tail. Miniature wet footprints mark a path from the bathroom door all the way to the couch, and it doesn’t take a scientist to figure out who the culprit is.

“Eleanor Rose!” He yells through gritted teeth, solely because he’s fighting a smile.

You laugh boisterously as you watch your grown husband chase after a toddler in an uncomfortable crouched position that looks ridiculous displayed on someone his size. It’s a sight for sore eyes.

“Hey! It’s not funny!” Now his feigned frustration is directed towards you, “Are you just gonna stand there and laugh or are you gonna help me catch this gremlin?!”

As it turns out, he doesn’t need help after all. When Ellie reaches the couch, she realizes she has nowhere left to turn and succumbs to a fit of giggles on the fluffy cushions. She’s red in the face and certainly not dry, but you can’t find it in yourself to be annoyed. Your couch might be a little soggy, your floor might be a little slippery, and Steve might be absolutely exhausted, but you don’t dare dream of your life looking any differently than this.

Steve’s playing Tickle Monster with Ellie when you realize she still needs her pajamas on.

“You wanna get her dressed or shall I?” You ask him over your daughter’s squealing.

“Oh, take her, please,” you can tell he’s teasing though. If you really wanted, Steve would let you lounge in your bathrobe all day– reading Cosmos and drinking iced tea while he took care of Ellie. He’s in his element when he’s spending time with her. Even when you were just silly teenagers in love, you’d never seen him so fulfilled as he is now.

That sentiment is the only reason why you don’t feel wracked with nerves over the news you’re about to deliver him.

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Steve’s putting the last of the ornaments on the tree when Ellie reappears from her bedroom with a huge smile plastered to her face. She careens into his shins and he stumbles a little with the unexpected force.

“Hi, peanut!” He grunts a little when he picks her up. You follow suit, wearing the matching pajamas Steve had picked out at Sears for everyone last weekend.

“Did you get your jammies–?” His eyebrows knit together, puzzled, as he realizes he doesn’t recognize the top she has on as the one he bought for you all to wear tonight.

“Babe, why didn’t you put her in the–”

It's then that he catches the words printed on shirt in bold, pink letters,

‘Big Sister.’

Once the initial confusion passes, his eyes immediately well with tears and his features soften like butter.

“What? He asks in that quiet, wobbly voice you’d only ever heard him use a handful of times.

“Surprise,” you respond timidly with your hands out in an almost-shrug.

He sets Eleanor down as gently as he can while also rushing to your side. He embraces you so tight it nearly knocks the wind out of you. When he lets up, he still doesn’t let you go far as he cups your face in both of his warm hands.

“How long have you known?”

“A week or so,” you shrug.

“Baby, I can’t believe this!” his quiet, shocked demeanor quickly morphs into something more like excited giddiness and he’s practically jumping up and down now.

“Oh my God!” He picks Ellie up and swings her around by her armpits before smacking kisses all over her tiny face. You know she’s still a bit too young to properly comprehend the gravity of the announcement, but she’s just so happy because her dad’s so happy.

“Ellie Bear! Mommy’s having a baby!” He holds her by her torso and gives her a light shake, she just throws her head back and laughs, not a clue what’s got him so worked up. With her belly exposed, he blows a raspberry on the exposed skin.

You make your way back to his side and engulf them both in a hug. Your perfect little family of three, soon to be four, and you couldn’t be more content than you are in this moment.

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Two hours and one Christmas TV special later, Ellie is snuggled tight to Steve’s chest, lost to slumber. It appears Steve’s not too far behind her as his head is rested against the back of the couch– mouth open and slightly snoring– comforted by his own personal weighted blanket.

“Stevie,” you whisper, giving him a gentle shake, “don’t fall asleep,”

“Jus’ resting my eyes, darlin’,”

You scoff, teasing, “Right,”

He looks down at the sleeping child nuzzled into him, and plants a barely there kiss to the crown of her head. He rises slowly, so as not to wake her, and you follow him to her room.

He sets her down atop the frilly pink comforter with a practised ease, she stirs only slightly, and covers her up with a Disney Princess blanket that was previously splayed at the end of the mattress. You take turns giving her featherlight kisses and wishing her ‘sweet dreams’ even though you know she can’t hear you.

You and Steve are hand in hand as you tiptoe out of her room and close the door with a soft click, giggling like children.

Outside her door, he presses a tender kiss to your forehead. Then to each cheek. Then to your mouth.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you,” he whispers back, “more than anything,”

“Wanna call it a night?”

“Can we make out first?”

You gasp in faux disapprovement as you smack a loving hand against his chest and he fakes a wince for dramatic effect. Always the drama queen, your Steve.

“Keep it in your pants, Big Boy,”

“Don’t call me that,” he tries to sound stern and fails.

“You love it,” you smirk.

You squeal when he grabs you behind your knees and hoists you up and over his shoulders.

“Quiet, baby. You’re gonna wake up our baby,” he scolds through a giggle. You pinch his butt in retaliation.

“Okay, that’s it. Off to bed with you,”

The next hour is spent in bed with your best friend– hushed laughs and languid kisses and skin caressing skin before you both drift off into a peaceful sleep; holding each other close like you always have.

divider credit to @/strangergraphics

[na0koz]

Toxic jinx finding out that your a virgin and taking your virginity/ how she would handle it

toxic!jinx masterlist

MDNI. cw: top jinx, that’s kind of it..

she would like that a lot.

all jinx wants to do, when you boil it down, is to claim you as hers. to prove you belong to her. taking your virginity is honestly like the highest way to do this, in her books at least.

she’d want to do literally everything to you that same night. she wants you to experience everything, and always remember her as your first, no matter what it is.

jinx will start off gentle, with something you’re likely familiar with already: using her fingers on you. she’ll keep to the outside of your dripping pussy at first, teasing you as you whine and twitch under her grip, until finally she plunges one of her fingers into your hole.

she loves watching how you react to things, especially things she does. this is like her dream. to see exactly how she can make you feel good. she adds another finger, and starts to fuck them in and out of you.

you whimper and hide your face in her neck, embarrassed by how sensitive you were already just from some simple teasing, as well as the lewd position she had you in. legs spread in her lap, holding your wrists in her free hand up by your chest. she coaxes your face back out with her free hand clutched to your jaw.

“wanna see you, baby.” she sounds stern yet her voice drips with sweetness, with love.

though, jinx doesn’t make you cum. not yet. she can’t have you tapping out when she’s barely even started. her first objective is to learn exactly what you like and what gets you whining so sweetly into her ear.

she gently manipulates your limbs into a new position, on your back with your legs spread wide. she lays on her stomach between your thighs, grinning to herself as she finds herself face to face with your pussy, puffy and glistening from how her fingers felt around it minutes before.

her breath ghosts your thighs, making you twitch under her tight grip on your hips. she giggles slightly at your reaction.

“let me get a taste of you, ‘kay?” jinx asks, looking up at your with wide eyes. she wants this and you can hear it in her voice, feel it in the air.

you nod and she grins again. she leans into you and kisses your clit, the sensation coursing through you. your back arches off the bed before she pushes you back down. can’t have you running off.

finally, jinx starts to eat you out, and god is she good. you’re not really sure where she got all the experience from, but you really couldn’t care less when she was unravelling you on her tongue. as she prodded and poked your desperate hole, you got closer and closer to your release.

she can’t take it anymore, she just has to make you cum. she needs to see how you move, what sounds you make, how your pussy takes it.

she coaxes your orgasm out with her skilled sucks and licks, revelling in the taste of you only getting better as you cum over her chin and into her mouth.

jinx honestly feels like she could pass out right now. she’s dreamt of this so many times, not that she’d tell you, she thinks it would scare you a little.

she grins and laps up your release. you swear you hear her humming an ‘mmm’ sound. you feel like she’s gonna beg you to do this a lot now you’ve let her break the seal of your first time.

she looks up at you with wide eyes as she licked the last drops of you from her lips.

“you like that, hm baby?”

you nod frantically, still breathing heavily from your orgasm. you don’t think you’ll mind if jinx wants to do this to you every single day.

she grins to herself for the millionth time that night while mentally patting herself on the back for making you cum the first time round.

when she crawls backs up to you to cradle your head, jinx notices your teary eyes drooping. as your breathing slows, she takes it upon herself to clean you up and get you dressed. she is surprisingly good at doing this without waking you, almost suspiciously.

she thinks she’ll let you sleep before she tries anything else on you.

[yeyinde]

I’m begging for your opinions on regency era nasty Simon😭😭

i promised myself this wasn't going to become an anthology but here i am. anthologising.

he's from the absolute bottom of the social circle. his dad was the town drunk, and Simon made a lot of enemies. Price's shady dealings put him and Simon together. i want him to have gone to jail—possibly for murder—and it really shaped who he was as a person. made worse, naturally, when his whole family is killed as soon as he gets out. Simon is blamed, but there's no evidence. rumours start about how a rival gang tried to bury him alive when he was in jail, but he dug his way out. they say he died. he's a monster. a pariah.

he's probably a butcher by day but takes care of Price's dirty work by night. helps run the racket. is an enforcer. just a mean, broken man. spent his formative years in jail surrounded by horrible men.

and you!!! ahhh, Mrs Price's NOSY niece. she goes missing and you come down, sniffing around because this isn't right. why would your aunt run off when she's been raised properly? this isn't like her. it all seems so suspicious. and Price's accusations have tarnished your family's reputation - saying that she ran away with a lowly barkeep in the middle of the night. a decades-long affair, stole money from him. all sorts of nasty business that ruin your family. so, you come to stick your nose into things and ask the questions no one else will.

Price doesn't want you anywhere near his almost wife/servant girl, so he sics the biggest, meanest dog he has on you. only. instead of killing you, Simon takes a disgusting interest in the prim socialite who somehow manages to talk down to him even as he towers over you. it breeds an obsession. unravels all these awful thoughts he's had about the upper class. and his boss giving him the go-ahead to ruin this pretty little bird that always seemed so untouchable? well. sure.

he's keenly aware of how your circle works, and uses that tongue advantage. mocks you when you snap at him to keep his filthy hands off of you, and tells you that you should have stayed in your ivory cage, little bird. gets a sick, twisted pleasure dragging you down the social ladder just by lying his dirty fingers on you. from gold cuffs to a pair of rusting, iron shackles. he loves ruining you. gets off when you call him all sorts of nasty names, trying to act all prim and haughty still, even with his cum drying on your face.

you call him a monster and he pinches your face between his thumb and forefinger, cruelly asking you if he's a monster, then what does that make you? the little fool carrying his monstrous brood. who in your little circle is gonna want you now? knowing that a beast like him put his hands all over you and his babe inside of you? probs whistles to himself as he gets to work on "disappearing" your aunt for good while your whole world crashes down around you lmao

Price is miffed that you're not just as missing as your aunt, but. whatever. Simon's content. you're taken care of. and he gets to pretend to be a good man with his pretty little servant girl tucked into his side. everyone wins.

[propertyofwicked]

you're gonna go far - ln

♬ so pack up your car, put a hand on your heart. say whatever you feel, be wherever you are...

warnings: angst. thats kinda it icl

masterlist the playlist

at 16, had anyone asked y/n where she saw her life now, she probably wouldn’t have expected to answer that she was still watching lando’s career in motorsport blossom into a legacy. not that she didn’t imagine him being successful, it was just hard to comprehend that the boy who fell asleep in the back of his dads car on the way back from a karting race would one day be one of the most successful formula one racers on the 21st century. the boy who wiped sweat from his forehead, his other hand shaking as he raised the flowers he held up and mumbled a quick “will you be my girlfriend?”

and when lando got his first break in racing, y/n was there, cheering the loudest, her eyes shining with pride.

at 18, the two laid together, having late-night conversations about their futures, promising to support each other no matter what. lando was progressing in his career, working closely with mclaren, y/n was looking at universities, dreaming of what she would spend the rest of her working life pursuing.

and at 20, moving into the flat had been a dream come true. lando's career with mclaren soared. he became a household name, known for his skill and charisma on and off the track. y/n was always there, cheering him on, even when she couldn't be at the races in person. and the two found solace in returning to their little flat, cooking together, being surrounded by each other in every aspect.

but at 22, she did not think that she would be sat in their home, hands tightly gripping a mug between her hands, the sun casting a golden hue that spread softly throughout the flat.

the distance between them had grown. the long hours, the constant travel, and the relentless demands of the sport started to take their toll. y/n felt it most on the nights she was alone in their flat, the silence a stark contrast to the roar of engines and the cheers of the crowd. she tried to fill the void but nothing couldn't mask the loneliness that crept in.

lando's absence became more frequent. their once lively home felt emptier with each passing day. phone calls and video chats couldn't bridge the gap, and y/n found herself missing the little things - his laugh, his touch, the way he made her feel alive. she tried to stay positive, reminding herself of his dreams and the promise she had made to always support him.

the air was thick with unspoken words as they stood in the kitchen. the flat was filled with a tense silence that neither of them knew how to break - it was like this any time he came home recently. lando seemed restless, his eyes avoiding hers. finally, he broke the silence.

"i'm planning on moving to monaco," he said matter-of-factly, his voice steady but lacking its usual warmth, "it's the best move for my career, to be closer to other drivers and in a better position to travel to races."

y/n felt her heart clench, a wave of numbness washing over her. she couldn’t reason with him, she didn’t want to. understanding that their relationship had been unravelling for a while. she had become an afterthought, a part of his past that didn't quite fit into his future.

"i understand," she replied softly, her voice void of emotion.

lando looked at her, his expression a mix of relief and regret. he stepped closer, reaching out to touch her arm, but she pulled away gently.

"it's okay," she whispered. "i know you're gonna go far. this is the best decision for you career," she said, echoing his previous statement, void of any ability to fight this.

and across the following weeks, as lando packed his things, y/n watched from a distance, feeling detached from the life they had built together. the memories of their laughter, their dreams, and their love seemed like distant echoes. she moved through the days like a ghost, mentally distanced from everything around her, unable to talk to anyone about the emptiness growing inside her.

she missed the way he would come home and wrap his arms around her, the way they would stay up late talking about their dreams. she missed the feeling of being loved. they hadn’t even discussed the break up, or the fact they had even broken up - “im moving to monaco” was a weighted sentence, a statement that had no place for her.

when the day came for lando to leave, y/n stood by the door, her eyes dry and her heart heavy. he hugged her one last time, and she held on just a moment longer, savouring the last trace of lando in her life.

"take care," she murmured, almost coldly, before stepping back and letting him go.

as the door closed behind him, y/n felt a hollow ache in her chest. she knew lando was destined for greatness, but the price had been their love. she sat down in the empty flat, the silence now a testament to what had been lost. she wandered from room to room, each corner filled with memories of a time when they had been inseparable.

their friends noticed the change in y/n, the way her laughter no longer reached her eyes, the way she seemed to be merely existing rather than living. they tried to reach out, to offer comfort, but she couldn't bring herself to talk about the emptiness she felt. she painted smiles on her face, but inside, she was numb, unable to process the loss of the person who had been her world.

as months went by, y/n threw herself into her work, hoping to find solace in the one thing that had always been constant in her life. she worked hard, she improved, but every achievement felt hollow without lando by her side. she watched his races on tv, feeling a mix of pride and sorrow. he was going far, just as she had always known he would, but he was doing it without her.

standing on the balcony of their flat, looking out over the city they had once explored together, the lights of london stretched out before her, a reminder of the dreams they had shared. the city looked the same, the lights still cascaded through the rows of buildings, the cars still sped through the streets at all times of the day. how could she be angry? he was achieving his dreams, she was doing the same. it wasn’t fair to keep him here against his own volition.

it wasn’t fair, but it didn’t make it any easier. it didn’t stop her from hurting, thinking about how easily he’d left her behind in search for something greater. she took a deep breath, trying to find the strength to move on, let go of the past, find a new path.

with a heavy heart, y/n too began packing up the flat, each item a reminder of the life they had built together. she carefully wrapped up the photos, the mementos of their time together, and placed them in boxes.

when the flat was finally empty, y/n stood in the doorway, taking one last look at the place that had been their home. she knew it was time to close this chapter and start a new one, to find her own path, even if it meant doing it alone. as she locked the door behind her, she whispered a silent goodbye to the life they had shared, knowing that lando was destined to go far and that she had to find her own way, with or without him.

[schemmentigfs]

Sweetening The Deal. (part 5.)

Summary: after the exchange on the dressing room, you try to test Melissa’s worst limits, but of course things don’t go as planned.

tags: @lisaannwaltersbra @italianaidiota @greencurlyhair @dopenightmaretyphoon @schmentisgf @pitstopsapphic

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Next Chapter.

The tension in the parking lot of the Liberty Plaza Philadelphia mall was nearly suffocating to the point where it left you breathless, gasping for air.

As you stood there, your pulse racing under Melissa Schemmenti’s predatory gaze, a mix of both excitement and nervousness filled your chest. You were trying to maintain the confident, almost bratty persona you had adopted since the arrangement began to shield and protect yourself from any consequences, but it felt like it was unraveling with each passing second. The weight of the shopping bag in your hand suddenly felt much heavier, like a secret you weren’t sure you were ready to keep.

The redhead stood before you, her body still as steady as a rock, and you could see the glimmer in her green eyes. It was a challenge, an invitation to see how long you would hold onto this new persona you had tried on. Her smirk widened as she observed your hesitation, and you could almost feel her enjoying the subtle power she held over the situation.

“What’s it gonna be, babygirl?” she quips, a dangerous lilt in it that sends a shiver down your spine. “You gonna stand there like un idiota all day, or are you gonna stop pretending and answer me like big smart girls do?”

You quickly scrambled to regain some sense of control. The flood of emotions in your chest was overwhelming, and instead of addressing it, you did what you always did when you were out of your depth. Reacting in the worst way possible; testing everyone who messed with you to their worst limits.

And Melissa Schemmenti would be no different. It doesn’t matter if she is being your sugar mommy and giving the financial support or a chance to get out of your miserable life, the fact that sometimes you were treated almost like a plaything was too much.

“Cat got your tongue again or are we playing shy?”

With a quick jerk of your wrist, you pulled away from her grasp, giving her a coy grin. “I’m fine, Schemmenti. Now get off me.”

The tone of your voice was thick with something that was half-uncertain and half-defiant. Without giving her a chance to respond, you hopped into the passenger seat of the sleek black car with exaggerated nonchalance, slamming the door behind you shut a little harder than necessary. You crossed your arms over your chest and stared straight ahead, pretending like the whole situation didn’t affect you.

Although, it was affecting you in the worst way possible.

Melissa didn’t immediately follow you. Instead, she stood there for a beat, staring at you with an almost innocent genuine curiosity. You could feel the heat of her eyes on you, and for a moment, you thought she might say something, but instead, she just got into the driver’s seat with a calm, measured air. The silence between you was clear, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was more like the calm before a storm, and you couldn’t help but wonder how long this game would go on before you were forced to break.

But you weren’t going to break. You couldn’t. Not yet.

“Think you’re funny, right? Well, I’ll show you what happens when you disrespect someone who you are meant to obey,” the older woman promises quietly to herself. Not even daring to look at you. Yet. In fact, Melissa was dying to see if she could destroy you at her penthouse.

You stared out the window, trying to keep your breathing steady as you wrestled with the whirling thoughts in your mind. The bag with the purple lingerie sat between you on the seat, a constant reminder of the secret between you two, a reminder of the power shift that had started earlier. Melissa’s teasing words, her quiet commands, were still ringing in your ears, and the thought of wearing the lingerie, of being under her control in that way, made your skin flush with heat.

The drive to her home felt like it took an eternity, every minute stretching longer than the last. When the car finally pulled into the garage of the penthouse, you didn’t even wait for her to open the door. You threw the bag over your shoulder and stormed inside, your steps fast, though you knew Melissa wasn’t far behind. The sound of her footsteps echoed in your ears, and despite the bravado you tried to put on, a knot of anticipation twisted in your stomach.

Inside, you dropped the bag on the white couch without a care in the world and made a beeline for the spare bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you. You felt a strange rebellion and longing bubble up in your chest as you sank into the armchair by the window, grabbing your copy of The Price of Salt from the bedside table— one of the only books you bought from your now old crappy apartment complex. You cracked it open, pretending to lose yourself in the story, trying to ignore the pounding in your chest and the fire you knew was in Melissa’s olive eyes.

But it didn’t take long before you heard her footsteps approaching. She was never one to let things go, never one to let you wallow in your own little stupid act for too long. There was a pause outside the wooden door, a silent moment that stretched, before she spoke, her raspy voice really low but dripping with intent.

“Done with this stupid bullshit? I want to see you, honey,” she huffed, her tone nothing short of commanding. “Now.”

No response came from you.

You could hear the heat in her voice, the fire, and it made your heart race. You still didn’t answer, keeping your eyes fixed on the book in your lap, even though you had no idea what the words said anymore. Melissa Schemmenti’s presence was overwhelming, and you could already feel her annoyed gaze burning into you through the door.

“Don’t make me ask again,” the Italian woman growled, her words laced with a mixture of frustration and something else—something darker, more possessive. A shiver ran down your spine. You hadn’t expected her to come at you so hard, but you should’ve known better. Melissa didn’t wait. She always got what she wanted.

Still nothing.

You stayed silent, gripping the book tighter, trying to ignore the sudden heat that pooled between your legs. But it wasn’t enough to hide the anticipation you felt at the idea of her seeing you in the purple lingerie. The thought alone made your breath catch in your throat.

Finally, the door of your temporary spare bedroom opened with a soft creak. You didn’t even bother to look up from the book, but the moment Melissa quickly stepped inside, you could feel the change in the air. It was different now—charged, intense. She was close, you could feel her presence at your back, just standing there, waiting for you to make the first move.

You just hummed, a lazy hand on your chin trying to look like you didn’t give a fuck about her. She watches you in silence for a moment, her gaze intense, and then she closes the door with a quiet click, leaning against it as her sharp eyes sweep over you.

“So?” Melissa says firmly, annoyed and unyielding. “You’re just going to sit your ass here and read instead of wearing what I bought you?”

You move to face her and look up, swallowing hard. Her tone is challenging, almost daring you to keep playing this game, but something in her gaze tells you she’s nearing the end of her patience.

“Where are your good manners, kid? Answer me. You little piece of shit.”

Again. She referred to you using a fuckin’ nasty title.

You give a shrug, hoping to keep up the act. “I like this book,” you mutter, sinking further into the armchair, fighting the blush creeping up your neck. “And I don’t want to be interrupted right now. Can you please show up another hour?”

Melissa tilts her head, her full lips curling into a smirk. Despite the feeling she has of wanting to throw you against the wall to teach you manners, she only takes a deep breath. “You know,” she says, pushing off the door and moving towards you, “I don’t mind the brat attitude. But we both know you’re dying to wear that lingerie for me.”

She kneels down beside you, her manicured hand resting on the arm of the chair, her face close enough that you can feel her breath against your cheek.

“Tell me.”

“Don’t,” you sigh. “Don’t put words into my mouth.”

The redhead studies you for a moment, her gaze unrelenting. “Why don’t you just admit it, sweetheart?” Her voice is softer now, coaxing. Trying to convince you in the sweetest way possible. “You want to be the one I spoil. You want to feel wanted, seen… I can see it in your pretty eyes.”

You feel yourself squirm under her gaze, the weight of her words stirring something deep inside you. But instead of responding, you turn your attention back to the book, pretending to read as if her presence isn’t setting your entire body alight.

That was the last straw.

Without saying a word, Melissa lets out a low groan, seeing through your attempt to brush her off. She reached over and tugged the book from your hands, tossing it aside like it was nothing. You still didn’t look at her, though you could feel her staring at you, eyes boring into your skin. Her act made your mouth drop open in disbelief as you whipped your head up to glare at her.

“Schemmenti, what the hell is this?! Are you out of your fuckin’ mind?”

She smirked, her wicked expression unapologetic. “Oh, now you’re paying attention. Mommy already told you, doll, I don’t like being ignored.”

You tried to respond, but the intensity of her gaze—so confident, so knowing—left you speechless.

Instead, you bite your lip, feeling the heat pooling in your stomach as her gaze holds you captive. She stands up, her eyes never leaving yours, and gestures to the bag she bought from the living room with a slight nod of her head.

“Go on,” she says softly. “Put it on for me, babydoll.”

Your cheeks flush as you stare up at her, feeling the pull of her words, the irresistible command in her tone. She’s challenging you, daring you to step out of your comfort zone, to let yourself be vulnerable in a way you’re not used to. And as much as you want to keep up the act, to play it cool, you can feel yourself caving under her intense presence.

With a shaky breath, you stand up, taking the bag with you and retreating to the bathroom. Your heart is pounding as you slip out of your clothes, unfolding the delicate purple lace, feeling its softness between your fingertips. The thought of her olive eyes on you, her hands on you—her mouth on you makes your skin tingle, every nerve ending coming alive with anticipation.

When you finally gather the courage to step out of the luxurious bathroom, you find her sitting on the edge of the bed, her gaze immediately locking onto you as you enter the room. Her eyes darken as she takes you in, her expression shifting to something almost predatory like a wild animal.

“Come to Mommy,” she says, her voice soft but filled with authority. “Be a nice pet.”

You walk toward her, each step bringing you closer to the edge of a cliff you’re not sure you’re ready to dive off of. But as you stand before her, she reaches out, her hands resting on your gorgeous hips, pulling you close until you’re standing between her legs.

The older woman looks up at you, her face filled with pride and admiration, her strong hands running up your sides, tracing the curves of the lingerie, making you feel like the most beautiful thing in the world. “You look stunning,” she murmurs with genuine awe. “Even better than I imagined.”

Your breath catches as her hands continue to explore, her touch both gentle and possessive. Melissa pulls you down onto her lap, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other hand coming up to cradle your cheek.

“I knew you’d look perfect in this,” she whispers, her thumb brushing over your cheekbone. “Do you know how much I want you right now?”

Her words make you shiver, and you can’t help the small whimper that escapes your lips. She smiles at that, her thumb brushing over your lower lip before she leans in, capturing your mouth in a slow, lingering kiss that leaves you breathless. Before you can even process the moment, she pulls back, her hands gripping your hips with a new intensity. Without warning, she swiftly pushes you onto the bed, your body sinking into the soft sheets as she hovers above you, her eyes dark with desire.

Her chest rises and falls with each quick breath, and you can feel the heat radiating off her. “Stay right there,” she commands, her voice low and commanding, yet tender in its own way. You lay there, heart pounding, the anticipation building as she hovers over you, her body a perfect blend of control and affection.

The redhead’s lips trailed down your stomach, soft and slow, leaving a hot trail of kisses in their wake. Each touch of her wet mouth made your body tremble, a wave of heat rolling through you with every caress. You could feel her breath, warm and steady, against your skin, and it sent shivers of anticipation down your spine.

“God, you’re perfect,” she muttered under her breath. Her hands roamed over your body, her fingertips grazing your sides as she took her time, savoring every inch of you. When she reached the waistband of your panties, her fingers lingered, and you held your breath, feeling the anticipation coil tighter and tighter inside you.

Then, without warning, she sucked at your tummy, just above the line of your purple underwear. The sensation sent a shock of pleasure through you, and you gasped, your hands instinctively grasping at the sheets beneath you. The feeling of her lips on your skin, the way her mouth moved against you, was almost too much, and you couldn’t help but moan.

But then, something shifted. Melissa pulled away abruptly, her body stiffening. Her gaze flickered down to your lacy underwear, and the moment she saw the giant wet spot there, her expression changed, hardening with something you couldn’t quite place.

Her pupils darkened with lust, but also something else—something that felt almost like a challenge. She stared at the spot for a long moment, her breath coming faster now, before she let out a low curse.

“Well, well,” she said, her tone thick with arousal, but edged with something else, something dangerous. “Look at you. You’re already soaked as fuck. And I haven’t even touched you like I want to yet.”

You stopped, caught in the intensity of her gaze, feeling the wetness between your legs become even more noticeable, your body betraying you in ways you hadn’t fully processed until now. Melissa’s eyes flickered back up to yours, and the look she gave you was one of pure, unfiltered desire.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” she asked with an edge of authority that made your breath hitch. “Tell me, baby... what’s going on inside that head of yours?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. The weight of the moment, the fire in her eyes, had you frozen in place, unsure of what to say. You stared back at her, caught between wanting to speak and the overwhelming flood of emotion and need she stirred in you.

Melissa didn’t wait for you to answer, though. Her hand slid down to the waistband of your panties, and without breaking eye contact, she tugged them down slowly, her fingers brushing over your skin with deliberate slowness. The tension between you two was palpable, and you could feel the urgency building, the need to be touched, to be consumed by her.

When the panties were fully off, she threw them aside carelessly, her hands now sliding over your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. Her lips returned to your skin, this time moving with an almost possessive energy, as though she was claiming you, marking you as hers.

You let out a shaky breath, unable to look away as she kissed her way lower, her hands parting your shaky legs just enough to let her settle between them. There was no hesitation now, only the heat of her mouth moving down, down, until she was at the apex of your thighs.

And then, just as you thought you couldn’t take it any longer, she paused. Her breath hot against you, her eyes flickering up to yours with that same fire. “You ready for Mommy, sweetheart?” she asked, her voice rough and low.

You nodded, your body aching for her touch, but still, Melissa waited. She let the silence hang between you, knowing just how much it was driving you wild. Finally, she leaned in, kissing the soft skin of your inner thigh, right near where you needed her most. The moment was electric, charged with tension, but before she could go any further, she pulled away again, looking down at your body with a satisfied grin.

“Melissa?!” you protested.

“Do you see what you’re doing to me?” she scoffs, picking up your discarded panties from where they lay crumpled beside her. Her fingers curled around the damp fabric with a deliberate slowness, her movements unhurried, as if savoring every second. She held them up, the wet patch glistening faintly under the soft light, and her lips curved into a smirk.

You supported yourself in your elbows, gasping realizing what she was about to do. Melissa brought the fabric closer to her face. Her eyes flicked up to yours, watching you closely, reading every flicker of nervousness and arousal on your face. You swallowed hard, your body frozen under the weight of her attention, and when she finally closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, your breath caught in your throat.

“Goddamn,” she muttered, as her lips parted slightly. Her eyes remained closed, and she looked almost lost in the sensation, like she was savoring something sinful and exquisite. “You smell... so good. So fucking good.”

Your cheeks burned, your body tingling as her words washed over you. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing—Melissa Schemmenti, the confident, composed woman you secretly and strangely adored, utterly undone by a piece of your underwear.

She opened her eyes slowly, the hunger in them making your heart pound. Then, without breaking eye contact, she licked the damp fabric, her pink tongue sliding over the spot that carried the evidence of your desire. The motion was slow and deliberate, her expression one of pure satisfaction as she let out a low whimper.

“Jesus,” the redhead murmured, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she savored the taste. "You taste even better than I imagined."

You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, your body trembling under the intensity of her gaze. She tossed the panties aside carelessly, leaning over you once more, her hands braced on either side of your hips. Her face was inches from yours now, her breath warm against your lips.

“You’re mine,” she growled.

Before you could say something else, Melissa’s lips crashed against yours again, and the fire she’d stoked between you finally ignited into an inferno. Her kiss was full of hunger and need, stealing the breath from your lungs. Her hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as she devoured you with an intensity that left you trembling. Her tongue brushed against yours, and the taste of her, mixed with the faint saltiness of your own arousal from her earlier tease, made your head spin.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her breath hot against your swollen lips. “You have no idea what you’ve started tonight,” she murmured, her fingers tracing slow circles on your thigh. “There’s no turning back now.”

That hung heavy in the air, a promise and a warning all at once. Your pulse raced as you stared into her eyes, which burned with a fire you’d never seen before. This was a side of Melissa that you hadn’t fully understood until now—powerful, commanding, and completely unrelenting.

And as her lips trailed back down your body, stopping just above the apex of your thighs, you realized she was right. Whatever line had been crossed between you tonight, it was far behind you now, and there was no going back to the way things were before. Not when you wanted her this much. Not when you were hers, completely.

It hit you like a tidal wave—you’d sold your soul to her. You hadn’t realized it at first, back when this arrangement had seemed simple. Back when it felt like you were just playing a role, dipping your toes into something thrilling and temporary.

But it wasn’t temporary anymore. It had never been.

From the moment you agreed to this dynamic, every look, every touch, every indulgent gesture from her had pulled you deeper. The woman didn’t just spoil you with gifts and attention; she consumed you. She’d made you hers in ways you hadn’t fully understood until now. The luxury, the power she exuded, the way she looked at you like she owned every inch of you—it was all a part of something bigger. Something you couldn’t escape from even if you wanted to.

And right now, with her mouth teasing your body, the reality of it settled over you like a weight you couldn’t shake. You weren’t just playing a role. You weren’t just letting her take the lead for fun or indulging in her dominance out of curiosity. You’d given yourself to her, willingly, piece by piece.

There was no turning back. Not anymore.

Speaking of her, Melissa pulled back just enough to look at you, her thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of your mound as she smirked. “You’re quiet, hon. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Your breath hitched, your voice catching in your throat as the truth clawed its way forward. She wasn’t just your sugar mommy now. She was everything. And now, she had you—completely, undeniably, irrevocably.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it, but Melissa’s knowing expression told you she already knew. She always did.

[luvleyk]

.・゜-: ✧ :-Wildside

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|CW: size kink, pet play, strap on usage, pet names, slight degradation and praises (yk what I mean), overstimulation?, Bada refers to her strap as her 'cock', just pure shameless smut

|A/N: I'm back and alive... Sorry if this is a really short fic.. I suddenly feel rusty all of the sudden.. 🤧

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You feel full as Bada thrust her fat cock, deep inside of you. Her eyes were slightly hazed, breathing was ragged, her hand were gripping the at the leash that were attached on your collar, as she listens to your muffled whimpers, satisfaction hits her, knowing damn well she can wreck you like this.

Oh how she wish she could fill you up with her cum..

Bada didn't even know that you're willing to explore things... Especially this type of stuff.. She's actually surprised at first when you both share your fantasies and hearing you confess about having a size kink. She knows that she had to buy a toy that will make you unravel in pleasure.. Seeing a lovable, sweet and innocent Y/N, now in a mess, muttering pleads and moaning desperately underneath her. She bit her bottom lip as she suddenly pulled the leash, causing you to choked up a moan. "Look at you." She mused.. "Taking my cock so well.. Fuck.. Can't believe that you're such a slut behind those innocent features.." She added as she looked down at you, seeing how daze you are, lips were parted, you're practically drooling, and she just smirk at the sight..

"M.. More.. Mmn.. P.. Pleas—" before you could even finish, she pulled out before pushing it back, in force, causing your body to jerk up and moaning loudly..

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You can't even count how much you came.. You're on all fours as she fucks you from behind, feeling her breath against your ear, hearing her chuckle as you felt her nails, digging on your hips. Her tone was low but condescending as she continue rammed your now drenched cunt..

"Hmm.. Is my kitten getting tired already?"

"We haven't even finished, yet.."

Her 'cock' went deeper inside, feeling it hit on different spots that are impossible to reach.. It feels so good.. You feel like you're floating. Your mind could only think of how good she is fucking you, right now.. Your mind was so busy, to the point that you went silent and Bada noticed it. "Oh.. You're quiet, pet.. Am I not fucking you enough? Is your pussy asking for more?" You snapped back to reality, realizing that you shouldn't be spacing out or she'll get too rough to you.

Letting out a muffled whimper, you wriggle your hips, as if you're asking for her to continue. She smirked as she grabbed you by your collar, pulling you to get up as she pushed her 'cock' deeper inside, before thrusting in a fluid motion and pushing you back against the bed..

Soon enough, you feel yourself crumbling as you trembled underneath her, your juices coated her 'cock', before she pulled out, seeing your white substance dripping on the sheet. You heard her laugh as you let out a cry after a sting feeling made a contact on your ass, knowing that she gave you a hard smack..

"Mhm.. Did you like that? Because I'm gonna do this to you everyday.." She paused before removing your collar and leaving a open mouthed kisses on your neck, making you shiver and moan weakly against her.. "To the point that you can't walk and just be a good slut for me.." You suddenly felt so small and vulnerable after she said that sentence and she hummed in satisfaction before pulling away and taking off her strap, putting it on the bedside as she went to the bathroom to grab a wet towel to clean you up..

You buried your face on the pillow, feeling embarrassed and overwhelmed from what happened.. Soon enough, you feel your lower half starts to get sore.. And you winced when you feel a cold towel, gently rub against your thighs.. Knowing Bada was starting to clean you up..

You started to space out again, wondering what other stuff, she might willing to explore.. Or maybe other stuff that might knock you out?

[rhiannonsknife]

While rewatching yj i was thinking about what if Jackie became our friend while being stuck in wilderness.

She never talked to us before, maybe just a few times in practice or in class. But she literally has no one out there since everyone has turned their backs on her. So what if we start talking to her, make her do some chores to make her fit in and standing up for her when someone bashes her. And then you guys make fun of whatever cult-related thing that’s going on.

I feel like Jackie would cherish that and she really just needs someone to be girling with out there cuz she’s all lonely and i wanna hug her soo bad.

this reminds me of how no one came out to comfort jackie after her fight with shauna :((( guys i would’ve been out there instantly!!

jackie slams the cabin door behind her as she storms out into the cold, the sound reverberating through the otherwise quiet room. inside, the tension is palpable: shauna standing stiff, everyone else awkwardly pretending they’re not watching. no one says a word. no one goes after her.

no one except for you. the moment she disappears into the dark, you’re already grabbing your jacket.

you’ve been watching jackie unravel for weeks, her usual confident demeanor cracking under the weight of the wilderness, the isolation, and now the fight with shauna. the final straw in a series of events that broke her slowly.

jackie’s not perfect, far from it. but is anyone out here? besides, she’s been your friend, or as close to a friend as anyone can have in this hellscape.

you’ve seen how everyone’s turned on her, how she struggled to keep up and you’re not about to let her do it alone.

"where are you going?” shauna asks sharply as you put your jacket on.

“to get her,” you say simply.

“she’ll come back,” someone mutters. you don’t even bother turning to see who.

“yeah?” you snap, halfway out the door. “and what if she doesn’t?”

the cold hits you like a slap as you step outside and move toward where you think she’s gone, calling her name.

“jackie! jackie, come on, it’s freezing out here!”

at first, there’s no answer, just the wind howling through the trees around. there’s no snow yet, but judging by the constantly dropping temperature, there will be soon. you keep going, your breath puffing out in visible clouds as you search. when you finally spot jackie, it’s by a log at the edge of the clearing. her arms are wrapped around her knees, her head bowed, and she’s shivering violently already. she doesn’t look up until you’re right in front of her.

“what are you doing here?”

“looking for you,” you reply, crouching down beside her. “what the hell are you thinking, sitting out here? it’s freezing”

“go back inside,” jackie says, brushing hair from her face. “i’m fine”

“you’re not fine,” you counter. “jackie, you’ll freeze to death out here. come back inside!”

her jaw tightens, and she looks away, her breath hitching. “why do you care? clearly the others don’t”

“that’s not true, they’re just-” you pause, trying to find the right words. “it’s not you they’re mad at, not really. it’s this…place. what it’s doing to us!”

jackie lets out a bitter laugh. “that’s not how it feels”

you don’t know what to say to that, so instead, you shift closer, wrapping your arm around her shoulders. she tenses but doesn’t pull away.

“i care,” you say quietly. “and i’m not gonna let you freeze out here just because things are hard”

she turns to look at you then, her eyes glassy, her cheeks flushed from the cold. finally, she swallows hard. “i don’t want to go back in there. i can’t”

“yes, you can,” you tell her firmly, giving her shoulders a squeeze. “i’ll be right there with you, okay? if anyone says anything, i’ll handle it. you don’t have to do this alone!”

jackie hesitates, but when another gust of wind sweeps through, she shivers and nods. you stand first, holding out your hand.

“come on,” you say, your tone soft but insistent. she stares at your hand before taking it, her grip surprisingly tight as you help her to her feet. you keep your arm around her as you guide her back toward the cabin, the warmth of your body pressed against hers.

when you open the cabin door, the room instantly falls silent. all eyes are on jackie as she steps inside, her chin lifted just slightly, trying to hold on to whatever pride she has left.

you don’t leave her side.

[kenzlie]

GUESS WHO…

summary: you try to guess who is who during a threesum with your best friends..

WARNING: NOT INCEST, dom!chris, soft!dom!matt, blindfolded, degrade kink, fingering, oral (fem receiving), if there's anything i left out Imk !!

a/n: bro i had to rewrite this entire thing.

You were driving to the Sturniolos house for a sleepover, it was around 10:00PM ish so the roads weren't busy and the street lights were on, they lived right down the road so it wasn't a very long drive

When you arrived at theyre house you walked up to the doorstep knocking since you lost the spare key, Chris opened the door greeting you with a hug, matt was on the couch behind him with a smile on his face, you walked in and sat next to matt "hey where's nick?" You ask "oh he's at Madison's, he said he's helping her cause Presley's sick" Chris stated "poor Presley" you say

Switching to you're pov

I've been her for about 30 minutes now and started getting bored "im bored let's do something" Matt says basically reading my mind "I'm down" chris says “same” i reply “ok ill give matt a person” i add thinking for a second before speaking “ok ok ask some questions now” i tell matt as chris scoots closer to me while we both wait for his response “am i a female?” matt asks “nope” i reply “okay so im a male, hmm.. motherfucker i swear if im deadpool.” matt states “correct!” i laugh “i fucking knew it, your obsession is insane” he says before chris laughs at his comment “okay whatever my turn!” i laugh “alright guess” chris smirks “hm am i lola bunny?” “no your a person” “am i a female?”

they play for a while before eventually stopping

“now what?” matt asks “i don’t know but y/n, who do you think could make you cum faster?” chris blurts, the question completely caught me off guard it was so random but i think for a second before i answer “i don’t know? why do you ask?” i say with confusion written all over my face “well you know, i already know i could make you cum faster, i just wanted to see if you knew that too” he states “bullshit!” matt argues “bullshit? kid you know i could too!” chris argues back, this whole conversation caught me off guard but the way they looked when they were mad made me feel some type of way.. a way ive never felt “how about we find out?” i interrupt, they both look at me, just as shocked as i am “lets play my version of guess who.” chris says

all of a sudden im blindfolded on the couch feeling so needy and desperate “alright ma, just guess who is who f’me” i hear chris say, i nod, cold hands pull my pants & underwear off my legs slowly, leaving my bottom half all exposed “so wet f’us?” a voice asks before i answer i feel hands rubbing the inside of my thighs, no rings..its chris, he teases me before placing delicate kisses on my heat “please..” i whine before i feel him start to suck on my clit, his tongue sliding up and down in my slick folds, soft whimpers escaping my lips while i tug on his soft hair, clearly boosting his ego because he sped up a lot, his tongue sliding in and out of me, i start to feel the knot unravel in my stomach “gonna cum..” i warn, he speeds up more before i release all over his tongue

matts turn

he starts by sliding two fingers in and out of me at a slow pace “mmhp!” he thrusts his fingers faster, in and out, i suddenly feel him start to lick and suck my clit, don’t get me wrong, chris did amazing but the way matt works his fingers and mouth? i think we know who’s winning.. “gonna f-fucking cum!” i whine, he speeds up more, i let out some whines and moans before letting out a leg shaking orgasm

hey, so i give up! its 3:05AM.. i have to get up to do my online school at 8:00.. let me take my ass to bed..😭

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Love and Gunshots, Eren x Black Reader

Gang member Eren x Introvert black reader

Summary: In a dangerous urban landscape, y/n, an introverted Criminal Law student, finds herself drawn into the violent world of the Sixx Gang through her protective cousin, Onyankopon. When she locks eyes with Eren Yeager, a hot-headed gang member, a twisted game of desire and danger begins.

As Eren becomes obsessed with y/n, he threatens to unravel the fragile balance Ony has maintained to shield her from their brutal lifestyle. With loyalty tested and violence lurking at every turn, the lines between love and danger blur, leading to a dark climax where the heart proves just as lethal as a gun.

Genre: Dark Romance/Crime Modern au

Warnings: Graphic violence, drug use, smut, obsession

I’ll re edit this when I’m better, in the mean time happy reading

chapter 7: Sink or Swim

Levi's voice cut through the tension like a knife, his words sharp and unwavering. "That's enough," he commanded. The air in the warehouse shifted immediately. The chaos of our confrontation with Eren came to an abrupt halt, the weight of Levi’s authority settling over us like a heavy blanket.

I stood there, chest heaving, blood pumping, but I didn’t move. Eren was on the ground, still trying to regain his breath, eyes burning with that familiar fire. But Levi wasn’t having any of it. He turned to Reiner, Jean, and Connie, his eyes colder than ice.

"Start explaining what the fuck is going on with them both," Levi ordered, his voice carrying the weight of someone who didn’t take any excuses.

Reiner stepped forward first, looking over at me, his expression tight. He knew exactly how fucked up this situation had become, but he had no choice but to answer. “Well, it started with YN... and how she got caught between all this shit. Eren's got his thing with her, and Ony... well, he’s been keeping his distance but... it's a mess. You know how it goes.”

Jean’s eyes shifted between Levi and the others. “It’s not like it was just about YN, though. It’s been building up for a while now. They both... they both have shit they’re dealing with, and it’s like they’re getting pulled in every direction.” He glanced briefly at me. “This is bigger than just a rivalry.”

Connie folded his arms, shaking his head in frustration. "The whole thing’s a powder keg, Levi. Eren, Ony... both of them have been pushing buttons for weeks now. Eren’s been making moves on YN, and Ony’s not gonna let that slide. But now it’s spilling over. And they’re both too fucking proud to back down.”

Levi was silent for a moment, letting the words hang in the air, the weight of the situation sinking in. He looked between all of us, his gaze sharp, calculating. Then, with a small, irritated sigh, he spoke.

“You both better start thinking real fucking carefully about where you’re headed. I don’t want to deal with this shit on my streets, but I can’t have you two constantly at each other's throats. YN’s been dragged into this mess, and now I’m dealing with two of my best men acting like children.”

He turned his gaze to Eren, who was slowly pushing himself up from the ground, and then to me. “And you,” he said, his voice low, “stop making things personal. There’s a fine line between taking control and burning everything to the ground, and right now? You’re both teetering on that line.”

I clenched my jaw, the anger still simmering beneath the surface. This wasn’t how I wanted things to go, but I wasn’t going to let it slide either. YN wasn’t just some game to me, and neither was Eren.

“I’m not backing down,” I muttered under my breath, though I knew Levi was listening. “Not until I make things right with her.”

Levi’s eyes flicked to mine, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something—maybe understanding or maybe just irritation. “Make things right,” he repeated, his tone almost mocking. “That’s the problem, Ony. You’re both too damn proud. This shit’s not about you, and it’s definitely not about YN. It’s about keeping things under control.”

His gaze hardened. “Now, you two... figure this out before I do it for you.”

I shot a quick glance at Eren, who had finally gotten to his feet, his body still tense, blood staining his shirt. There was a mutual understanding between us now, something unspoken, something that told me this was far from over. But for now, I had to back off. For now, I had to listen to Levi.

It wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Levi turned on his heel, steps purposeful as if he intended to leave without another word. But then, as if struck by a thought, he paused mid-stride. A slow, sharp smile spread across his face—cold, calculating, and laced with intent.

"Connie," he said, voice steady but weighted with authority. "Go fetch me Y/N. Now."

The room stilled, tension thick enough to choke on. Connie hesitated, glancing at me as if to confirm Levi's words, but the man left no room for doubt.

With a sharp motion, Levi cocked his gun, the metallic sound echoing ominously. He looked at the two of us, his sharp gaze cutting like a blade through the air.

"I’ll fix this."

The statement hung heavy, a promise of reckoning.

He started to walk away again, but this time, his parting words sliced deeper than any weapon ever could.

"I hope you two can come together long enough to plan a funeral."

evi's words hung in the air like a death sentence. As he turned to walk away, he stopped, a smile curling on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. His voice was cool, calculated, like he knew exactly how to drive the point home.

"Connie, go fetch me YN now," Levi said, his tone steady but ominous. He cracked his gun in his hands, the sound sharp and final. "I'll fix this."

The coldness in his words sent a chill through me. There was something about the way Levi spoke—like he controlled everything around him, like we were all just pieces on a board. My stomach tightened. He wasn’t playing around.

Levi turned to face both Eren and me, his eyes hardening as he addressed us directly. "I hope you two can come together to plan a funeral," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. It was a clear warning. He wasn’t afraid to pull the trigger if it came down to it.

I clenched my jaw, frustration bubbling up inside me, but I knew better than to speak out. If Levi wanted to end this, he could do it with a snap of his fingers. No matter how much I hated to admit it, we were both at his mercy.

Connie started moving toward the exit, his pace slow and deliberate. He gave me a glance as he passed, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. I wasn’t sure if he was on my side, or if he was just following orders.

Eren stayed silent, his eyes still burning with anger, but now there was an added weight in them—something like fear. The reality of what Levi could do seemed to finally sink in.

And just like that, we were left standing in the silence, knowing full well that whatever happened next would determine how things would play out for all of us.

Eren was the first to break the tense silence, his voice low but laced with unmistakable fury.

"If you harm her, Levi, I will kill you."

The words fell like a thunderclap, freezing everyone in place. A stunned hush overtook the room. No one—not a single soul—had ever dared to threaten Levi before.

Levi’s eyes narrowed, his hand twitching toward his weapon, but before he could act, the air shifted. A new presence filled the space, one both commanding and unexpected.

The atmosphere shifted as the door to the warehouse creaked open, and in stepped a figure none of us had expected—Erwin. His presence was like a sudden gust of wind, a reminder of authority that cut through the tension in the room. His eyes scanned the group, resting briefly on Levi, before settling on Eren, who had just made his threat.

Levi froze for a moment, his hand still gripping the gun, but his expression unreadable. He turned slowly to face Erwin, his cold gaze narrowing.

But Erwin wasn’t having it. He stepped further into the room, his voice calm but firm, the kind of calm that always came right before a storm.

From the shadows stepped Erwin, his voice calm yet cutting.

"Levi, why are you beating the members again?"

rwin asked, his voice carrying weight, as if it was a question meant to settle the room, to pull Levi back from the brink.

The tension was palpable. Everyone in the room knew that Erwin was the only person who could challenge Levi without fear of immediate retaliation. And now, with Erwin in the mix, the rules of the game had changed.

Eren, still standing with his fists clenched, took a step forward. "I said," he repeated, his voice colder now, "if you harm her, I will kill you."

There was a flicker of something in Levi’s eyes—a shift in his posture, something subtle but telling. He didn’t like threats, especially ones directed at him, but there was respect in the way he hesitated now.

Erwin stood between them, like a mediator in a game of power. His eyes locked on Levi’s, then shifted toward Eren, acknowledging the weight of the situation. "This has gone too far," Erwin said. "All of this, the violence, the threats—it has to stop."

Levi, who rarely entertained such discussions, let out a soft sigh, clearly displeased with Erwin’s interruption. But he didn't argue, not right away. Instead, he leveled his gaze at Eren, as if measuring him. His lips curled slightly, a sign that he wasn’t entirely unamused by the challenge.

"You've got guts, I'll give you that, kid," Levi said finally, the weight of his words settling in the air between them. "But understand this—this isn’t your fight." He glanced over at Erwin, a brief look that said everything.

Erwin, who had always been the calm, strategic mind behind their operations, finally turned his attention to the rest of the room. "Enough, Levi," he said, the authority in his voice unmistakable. "We’re better than this. We need to handle this situation... without more bloodshed."

The tension didn’t disappear, but it seemed to shift. No one spoke immediately, the silence hanging heavy as everyone processed the weight of what had just transpired. Erwin had stepped in, and Levi had, for the first time in a long time, allowed someone to get between him and his actions.

Eren stood, still simmering with anger, but it was clear that Erwin’s presence had caused him to pause, just long enough to reconsider his next move.

Levi looked at Erwin with a quiet, almost amused expression, before turning back to Eren. "You’ll get your chance," Levi said, his voice quieter now, almost dismissive, as if the moment had passed. "But understand this, kid—things don’t work the way you think they do."

As for me, I was left standing there, watching the play unfold, still unsure of who to trust, and wondering just how far this strange, tangled game would go.

Eren’s face twisted with raw fury, his eyes wide and unblinking, as if Levi’s words had pushed him over the edge. He was already a ticking time bomb, but now, it felt like he was moments from exploding. The words Levi had spoken—cold and calculated—pierced through the tension like a knife, and Eren snapped.

"You think..." Eren's voice was shaking, low at first, but rising in intensity. "You think you can just say that and get away with it?!" His fists clenched so tight, his knuckles turned white, but even then, he didn’t move toward Levi. No, he stood there, seething, looking like he wanted to rip everything apart in the room, especially Levi.

Levi, unfazed as ever, just smiled darkly, leaning slightly forward with that air of arrogance he carried so effortlessly. "What’s wrong, Yaeger?" Levi taunted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can't take the truth? Or is it that your fragile little mind can’t handle the idea that the woman you’re obsessed with might not survive this? Because if she does survive... well, you know how this game works. You and Ony both have too many ties to my streets, and you won’t get to walk away clean."

Eren’s whole body trembled, his breath ragged as he tried to suppress the overwhelming rage. But it was clear that Levi had pushed him to the edge. The idea of Y/N being threatened—being a casualty in Levi’s world—was something Eren couldn’t accept, not when it was so close to the one thing he cared about most.

"No," Eren growled, his voice more animalistic now. "No, you don't get to do this. You think you can control everything, but I won't let you. I’ll tear this whole world down before I let you touch her."

Levi’s grin only widened, enjoying the chaos unfolding before him. He could sense the power struggle in the air, the way everyone was watching this standoff, and he wasn’t going to back down. "I think you’re forgetting something, Yaeger," Levi said, his voice cold, yet there was something almost playful in it. "I hold all the cards here. You, Ony, and even Y/N—none of you matter if I say so."

The way Levi spoke, like they were all pieces in his game, made the whole situation feel even more suffocating. Every word out of his mouth added fuel to Eren’s already boiling fury, and it was clear that things were about to escalate to a breaking point.

Eren’s gaze shot to Levi, his eyes full of something dangerous, something that no one had ever dared to see before. "I swear, Levi, I’ll make you regret this." His words were thick with venom, but his voice barely held together as he tried to control the storm inside of him.

Levi just chuckled, a low sound that echoed in the room, before glancing over at the rest of the crew. "You’ll get your chance, Yaeger," he said with a mocking tone. "But for now, let’s see how well you can handle the consequences of your choices."

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as everyone waited for the next move. Eren was still shaking with rage, his eyes never leaving Levi, as if daring him to try something else. But Levi, the master of control, held his ground, enjoying the chaos, knowing that for all of Eren’s fury, he was still caught in Levi’s web.

And me? I stood there, caught between the two of them, wondering just how far this madness would go before someone would break.

The tension in the room thickened as Levi’s eyes locked onto mine, cold and calculating, like he was daring me to speak. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not with everything happening—Yn was here now, and I wasn’t about to say anything that would put her in more danger, not when the stakes were this high.

Levi, of course, didn’t let up. His tone shifted, sharp and insistent. "You’re awfully quiet, Onyankopon," he said, almost with a smug smile, like he knew he had me cornered. "You don’t want to say anything about your precious family? About Y/N?"

His words hit hard, and every nerve in my body screamed to protect her, to do whatever I could to keep her safe, even if it meant sacrificing my own silence.

But just as I was about to speak, Eren’s restraint shattered. His fists clenched, his whole body trembling with unrestrained rage. He could barely hold it together, and it was clear he was ready to snap.

"I said stop!" Eren finally roared, his voice shaking with anger. "You’re pushing us both too far, Levi!"

The tension was unbearable, but before anyone could say anything else, the door creaked open, and in walked Yn.

Her eyes scanned the room, landing on me first, then shifting to Eren, before locking on Levi. Her expression was unreadable, but I could see the way her body tensed. She was here, and I felt like every movement in the room, every breath we took, was now amplified with the weight of her presence.

Levi didn’t miss a beat. He turned toward Reiner and Jean, who were standing at the edge of the room, and gave them a sharp command. "Get me my favorite things," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Erwin, on the other hand, rolled his eyes in disbelief, clearly tired of this whole charade. "Levi, relax," he said, his voice holding a rare calmness amidst the storm brewing in the room.

But Levi wasn’t listening. He just smirked and gave his signature cold laugh, an unsettling sound that made my blood run cold. "No, Erwin," Levi said with finality, his gaze sweeping back over to Eren and me. "This needs to be handled. And if they want to keep acting like nothing’s wrong, I’ll make them see just how far I’ll go."

I could feel the weight of Levi’s words and the depth of the danger we were all in. Every second felt like it could spiral out of control. And with Yn here, I knew we were all just one wrong move away from everything falling apart.

But even as I stood there in silence, knowing I couldn't protect her from everything that was about to unfold, I also knew one thing for certain: I was about to do everything in my power to make sure she didn’t pay for my mistakes. Even if it meant losing myself in the process.

The cold, unforgiving steel of the chains around my wrists felt like the weight of the world. I could barely move, and the pain in my body was nothing compared to the torment eating at me from the inside out. Eren was just a few feet away, his eyes full of anger and regret, but also fear—something I hadn’t seen from him in a long time. We were both trapped, and Yn... Yn was right there, too close, too vulnerable. Her tears fell freely as she sat there, her body trembling slightly, but it was the way she looked at me, like she didn’t know what to believe anymore, that hurt the most.

I could feel the pit in my stomach grow deeper. I thought I had been trying to protect her—keep her out of all this. But now... it was too late. I couldn’t stop the whirlwind I’d set into motion. If she died here tonight, my family would never forgive me. I would never forgive myself.

Levi stood in front of us, his eyes glinting with something dark and calculating. He looked at Yn with an eerie calmness that made my stomach churn. "I was going to spare you," he said, his voice like ice, "but I’ve changed my mind. So... I’m sorry."

The words hit me like a physical blow, and I could feel my breath catch in my throat. The coldness in Levi's voice made it clear that he wasn’t apologizing because he regretted anything. He was apologizing because he didn’t care. This was his way of showing power, making sure we knew how much control he had over us, over everything.

I couldn’t speak. The guilt and anger tied my tongue. The only thing that mattered now was making sure she didn’t suffer because of my choices, my actions. But Levi wasn’t about to let that happen. He wasn’t going to just walk away from this, not with Yn here in front of him. He wanted to break us, and he was doing it slowly, methodically.

Yn’s teary eyes met mine, and I saw the fear in them. It was that fear, that quiet desperation, that made me want to scream. I could hear her soft breaths, the way she tried to steady herself despite the situation we were in, but it wasn’t enough. Not when Levi was so close to destroying everything we had.

"I’m sorry, Yn," I whispered under my breath, more to myself than to her. "I never meant for any of this to happen."

But the truth was, I didn’t know how to fix it.

Erwin's voice broke through the tense atmosphere, his tone firm, but there was a hint of concern in it. "Levi, you're taking this too far... it's not her fault."

Levi didn’t flinch. He didn’t even seem to care. His eyes glinted with cold amusement as he turned his attention to Eren. "Like I care about that," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. The cruel, calculating edge of his words cut through the air, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the tension suffocating.

Then, with a wicked smirk, Levi shifted his gaze back to Eren, who was still chained to his chair, seething with rage and frustration. "Tell her why you really want her," Levi ordered, his words sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade.

The room fell deathly quiet as everyone turned their attention to Eren. He had always been unpredictable, but now, there was something even more dangerous in the way he stared at Yn.

I could feel a knot in my stomach tighten. Eren’s obsession, his twisted need for control, had always been there, but now it seemed to be escalating. I knew that there was something more to it, something dark and deep inside him that had never been fully exposed.

Eren’s jaw clenched, his eyes flickering with something I couldn’t quite place, before he finally spoke, his voice low, gravelly. "She’s... more than just someone to me," he began, his words slow, deliberate. "She’s my way out. She’s the only thing that’s real to me in all this madness."

The weight of his confession hit the room like a bomb. Yn’s gaze locked onto him, and I could see the disbelief flicker across her face. She wanted to say something, to respond, but the words never came. She looked at me, then back at Eren, confusion and fear swirling in her eyes.

I wanted to stop him, to protect her from the truth that was now hanging in the air between us, but I couldn’t. I was powerless, just as trapped as she was. The tension between us all was thick, suffocating, and I felt the walls closing in.

Levi was watching Eren with an almost amused expression, clearly enjoying the chaos he was stirring. "So, tell her, Eren," Levi taunted. "Tell her what you really want from her."

Eren's voice was almost a whisper, but it cut through the air with chilling clarity. "I like to break things," he muttered, his eyes distant, as if lost in the thought of something far darker than anyone in the room could comprehend. "Take perfect things and break them down... Yn is perfect for that, perfect for me."

The weight of his words hit me like a physical blow, and something inside me snapped. My blood boiled as I heard him speak, each word a twisted confession of what he really wanted—what he intended to do to her.

I couldn't stop myself. Rage surged through me, a raw, primal anger that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I looked at Eren, the twisted smirk still on his face, and all I could think was that I would never let him do this. I swore under my breath, my voice low but deadly, "I swear to God, I'll kill him."

The room went still.

Levi's sharp eyes flicked toward me, but I didn’t care. I was past caring. All I could see was Eren, sitting there smug and untouchable, thinking he had the power. But he didn’t. Not over me, not over Yn. I would make sure of that.

Eren met my gaze, his lips curling into a grin. "Go ahead," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "Try me. But it won’t matter. You’re too weak to stop me from taking what I want."

I didn't answer him, but the anger, the resolve inside me only grew stronger. I couldn’t let this happen. Not to her.

Levi watched the exchange with a glimmer of amusement, but there was a dark undertone to his silence. He was enjoying the chaos, pushing us both to the edge. But it didn’t matter. None of it did. The moment Eren had threatened Yn, the moment he had said she was perfect for breaking—he had crossed a line. A line I would make sure he never came back from.

I looked at Yn, who was still silent, her expression a mix of fear and confusion. But I could see the flicker of something else in her eyes. Something fierce. Something that might just give me the strength I needed to end this.

Levi’s voice broke through the tension, cold and calculating. "Enough of the theatrics," he said, his tone indifferent. "Eren, Ony, it’s time for you both to face the consequences of your actions. Let’s see how much you're willing to sacrifice for her."

Levi’s eyes were cold as he looked between us—Yn, Eren, and me. The tension in the air was thick, suffocating. "Pick now. Five seconds," he said, his voice low but sharp, like a blade waiting to strike.

Yn's eyes darted between Eren and me, her face pale, her hands trembling slightly. She could feel the weight of the decision, the life-altering choice she had to make in a matter of seconds. The silence felt like an eternity, stretching longer with every passing moment.

I could see the panic in her eyes, the conflict, and I hated that I was part of this twisted game. But more than that, I hated the fact that this was even a choice she had to make. She shouldn’t have to choose between us���between two men who had already failed her in different ways.

"Yn," I said, my voice softer than I intended, trying to convey some sense of reassurance. But it was hard when I knew the weight of what Levi was pushing on her. "Just… just remember who’s here for you. Who’s never backed down."

Eren’s lips twisted into a cruel smirk. "Don’t listen to him, Yn. He’s lying to you. I’ll show you what it means to be real, to be truly alive." He leaned forward, his eyes dark, full of his usual arrogance.

But I couldn’t let him win. Not this time.

The seconds ticked down, and I could see the gears turning in her head. She was on the brink of something, but what would she choose? I held my breath, my mind racing. Would she pick me, the one who had always tried to protect her—even if I was flawed? Or would she pick Eren, the monster who reveled in destruction and chaos?

Levi’s voice sliced through the stillness once more. "You’ve got five seconds, Yn. Choose."

Levi’s laugh echoed through the room, dark and mocking, as he leaned back, taking in Yn's words with an expression of disbelief. His eyes flickered between Eren, who was glaring at her with raw frustration, and me, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Choose yourself?" Levi repeated, his tone dripping with contempt. "Well, well… isn’t that cute."

Eren, on the other hand, looked like he had been slapped. His jaw tightened, hands clenching at the sides of his chair as he struggled against his restraints. "What the hell does that even mean?" he spat, his voice tinged with both anger and hurt.

Yn didn’t flinch, her gaze steady on Levi as she met his mocking smile with one of her own, fierce and unwavering. "I’m not your pawn, Levi. I’m not his, either," she said, her voice cool, the strength in it surprising even me.

Levi’s grin faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure, turning to Eren with a cold chuckle. "You hear that, Yaeger? She doesn’t want to be a part of your game."

Eren’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I saw something flicker there—something that resembled regret. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the familiar fire of anger and obsession. "You really think you can just walk away from all of this, Yn? You think you can choose yourself and leave us behind like that?"

Yn didn’t flinch, her gaze unwavering. "I don’t need either of you to define me." She looked directly at me for a moment, her eyes softening slightly, but the resolve was still there. "I’m choosing myself, not you, not him."

Levi remained silent for a moment, his eyes watching her like a predator. Then, after a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice a mixture of amusement and something darker. "Well, I guess you’ll learn the hard way. But for now, I’ll let you have this little moment of defiance. We’ll see how long it lasts."

The room was heavy with tension, but it was clear now—Yn wasn’t backing down. Not from him. Not from any of us.

Levi's eyes narrowed as he shifted his focus entirely onto Yn, the earlier mockery in his expression replaced by something sharper, more calculating. He leaned forward slightly, his voice smooth but edged with an intensity that made it clear he wasn’t just asking out of curiosity.

"So," Levi started, his gaze never leaving hers, "criminal law, huh?" He tilted his head, studying her with a strange mixture of interest and disdain. "You think you're gonna save the world with that?"

Yn didn’t hesitate, her chin lifting slightly as she met his gaze head-on. "I think I’m going to make sure people like you don’t get away with what they do."

Levi smirked, clearly amused by her boldness. "Bold words for someone sitting in this room," he said, tapping his fingers against the armrest. "Tell me, Yn, what exactly is your plan after you finish your degree? You think you’re going to walk into a courtroom and make a real difference? How’s that going to work when you’re still tied to people like him?" He gestured to me, his eyes flicking over to me for a moment before landing back on her.

Yn’s lips tightened, but she didn’t back down. "I’ll figure it out. One way or another, I'll make it work. I don’t need your approval, Levi."

Levi leaned back in his chair, tapping his gun against his leg thoughtfully. "Hmm, I wonder how long that optimism will last once you realize how deep you’re really in. This world doesn’t exactly care about your nice little degree, does it?"

He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing, "So tell me, what's your dream job? Do you want to work for the state? Or maybe defend people like him—people who've got a lot of blood on their hands?"

Yn's face remained impassive, but I saw the fire in her eyes as she clenched her fists. "I want to do what’s right, not what’s easy," she replied coolly. "And that doesn’t include defending criminals like you."

Levi chuckled, shaking his head. "You’re cute, Yn. Real cute." His tone had taken on a dark amusement now, and he leaned in closer, voice lowering to almost a whisper. "But don’t mistake this world for some pretty little courtroom. You can’t just show up and expect things to change because you’ve got a degree. You’ll learn soon enough that people like us always win in the end."

Yn’s expression faltered for just a moment, but then it hardened again, her resolve unwavering. "I’ll be fine. And so will he," she said, gesturing toward me without looking away from Levi.

Levi sat back, his lips curling into a twisted grin. "We’ll see about that."

Levi sighed looking around the room bored now, he turned to Connie, Jean and Reiner and said "This is boring connie, jean reiner get back to beating those two Erwin can you escort yn back home please."

Erwin’s expression tightened, but he didn’t argue. He stepped forward and nodded, offering Yn a hand to help her up. "Come on, Yn. Let’s get you out of here," he said, his voice soft but firm.

Yn hesitated for a moment, eyes flicking toward me and then to Levi, but in the end, she stood and allowed Erwin to guide her away from the chaos.

Levi watched them go, his gaze cold as ever. Once they were out of the room, he gestured for Connie, Jean, and Reiner to move closer, his voice taking on an edge of finality. "You heard me. Get back to it."

The trio nodded, stepping toward me and Eren, the air thick with tension. I could feel my heart race as I stared at the floor, refusing to show any weakness.

Eren, still seething beside me, shot me a look that could kill. His chest heaved with frustration, but the restraints holding him back were stronger than his anger. I could hear him muttering under his breath, but no one paid attention to him.

Levi’s cold eyes turned to Erwin, who was now guiding Yn to the exit. "You better keep her out of this, Erwin. If I find out she's getting any more ideas in that head of hers, I won’t hesitate to deal with it."

Erwin didn’t look back but gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. "Understood."

With that, the door slammed shut behind them, and the sounds of fighting in the next room began again.

Finally, I was able to get this chapter out.

[radio-fmm]

Magic Music Box

Law x strawhat!reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, gn reader, confession, fluff

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: You ask Law to dance with you

Masterlist

The smell of booze mixed with the warm lights and the sound of laughter and stomping filled the atmosphere of The Thousand Sunny as everyone unraveled with a well deserved celebration. Law felt out of his element, but finding your company rarely soothing

You were sitting across his table making fun lighthearted conversation, it may not seem like it but the alcohol in your drink was starting to get to your head, laughing louder than you probably should at Law’s snarky comments and sarcastic remarks. Strangely the Captain seemed to be enjoying the night while it was spent with you, suddenly feeling part of the party and actually having a little fun in your conversation. And not gonna lie, he was enjoying the view

Your view

So when you got up form your seat running with Nami in hand to the dance floor he couldn’t help but to grimace

“Absolutely not I don’t dance” you had answered the navigator as she approached you offering her hand to get up and dance, she rolled her eyes and begged but you didn’t bat an eye. That was until Law spotted her whispering something to Brook before making her way back to the table

As the song changed and the new melody made its way to your ears you couldn’t help but to smile wide and get up

“That’s my song! C’mon Traffy” you had said as you motioned to follow the two, he just shook his head and took a sip form his drink looking away, he would rather get shot and die

Stumbling you make it to the center of the room while you let loose and hit every single move with a newfound confidence

He wondered why he allowed himself to get to this point, where he fell head over heels for a strawhat. The moment he met you he knew it would be inevitable, your warm welcoming personality threaded with your kind and brave heart made it impossible to get you out of his head, and that smile and your laugh and your big eyes that stared back pleading for him to succumb to your charm

He tried to fight it, drilling the thought of your alliance being a finite professional fragile thing that would most definitely make his feelings tangle the situation. But all of it traveled to the back burner, enjoying your long blissful talks, shared stares and slight touches that would slip out of his hands. He was present in the moment with you, everything fading

He cursed the day you had finally climbed up his walls and got through him, suddenly making himself known to you on a highly personal level; something he had prevented for so long but it somehow felt right, allowing you to hold his heart on your graceful hands and keep it safe, because he knew you would cherish it

As you spin around your eyes lock with his, a smile settling on your features, a genuine happiness that infects the surgeon making him smile back at you, pink tinting his cheeks as he basks in how gorgeous you look even when dancing around drunk

You continue spinning and fall onto Luffy, who laughs as he catches you. He can make out the words ‘sorry’ come out of your mouth, but join on the silly laughter with your stretchy Captain. Now you find yourself dancing along with him, Law clenched his teeth at the way Luffy’s hands sit on your hands and waist, which is stupid really, if you’d offered him to dance with you a second time he would decline again, but now he weights his options seeing how you sway around with the straw hat, wishing he could hold you close the same way he does at the rhythm of your favorite song

Luffy takes both of your hands and spins you around making you beam brighter than any sunset he had witnessed in his troubled life, he curses under his breath as jealousy extends trough his being that is quick to fade when you stop in your tracks, holding your head in one hand while the other looks for support on your Captain standing in front of you worried. Law is by your side in a heartbeat, hand in your back while he lowers to your level while you’re hunched over looking at the floor

“Think’ we danced too hard” Luffy says but Trafalgar doesn’t spare him a glance

“You think?”

“I’m fine” you cut them off standing up slowly but surely.- “Just a little dizzy” your eyes snap shut trying to make the room stop spinning

“You need to sit down” Law doesn’t leave room for arguing, taking you away from the straw hat’s hold while he walked you back to your table, Luffy just giggles at the way Traffy just seemed to softened in your hold.

While you walked stumbled through the room, Law could feel how you supported yourself on his bigger frame, holding onto his arm with both hands making his heart flip. He settles you down carefully, your hands quickly making their way for your drink which he grabs the moment he notices, making you whine

“That’s enough of this” a blue bubble shines through his tattooed hands and replaces the drink with a water bottle that he opens for you. You take it with a pout, Law sitting beside you with his worried eyes scanning every nook and cranny of your body

“I told you I was just dizzy” you reassure after downing half the water, Law adverts his eyes from you immediately

“Just making sure” you smile at that, knowing how he genuinely cares for your well being, sometimes too much

You stare back at the surgeon, tracing his features over and over again before you are up on your feet for a second round

“Slow down” he says switching to doctor mode again

“You’re not my doctor right now, you’re Law” your hands extend to catch both of his sending electric shocks trough his whole body, but holding onto you nonetheless

“And Law is dancing with me”

He had long jumped over the lines of being a Captain, a doctor and just being himself, the three blurring together not really knowing where one started and one ended. Somehow you had reminded him who he was beyond his pirate life, devoting yourself to Trafalgar Law, not the Captain of the Heart Pirates, not The Surgeon of Death. You saw him for just him, his vulnerable broken self that you embraced

Even though he really doesn’t want to dance at all, the way your body presses to his, his hands gripping your hips like a lifeline and your gaze on his makes him surrender, making a lot of his subordinates and allies turn their heads and laugh at how weird it was to see him in this position

You were a complete mystery to Law, how could you do this to him? Why weren’t you afraid or disgusted by his reputation? Why did you wanted to dance with him? And why did he allowed you to?

Eventually the upbeat songs slowed down to ballads, your head resting on his drumming chest while he held you like you were about to disappear

Your head looked up to his golden eyes, completely lost in the feeling “Thank you Law, I know you hate this stuff” you murmured, your sweet words fanning on his goatee making him shiver

He stays awfully quiet before he formulates the right words to speak “Please stay, y/n-ya”

There’s something almost wrong when you hear him pleading, taking you aback not only at the words but at their implications, finally sinking in the fact of the complicated relationship you had buried yourselves in

Your feet stop moving, your thoughts running a mile a minute not really knowing what your answer could do or be. You let your guard down, some people would deem it as stupid specially as you stand before the most methodic man you had ever known, your heart screams you to do one thing while your brain glitches to comprehend

You switch your position making Law increasingly nervous, thinking you may just leave him in the dust. Instead, you tip toe to meet his dried mouth and rest your lips on his in dreamy kiss full of yearning

Is it a yes? Is it a maybe? Is it a promise? Neither of you know

But it felt right

I am back on my Rock en español era and this was inspired by this song, what can I say latin-american rock is so damn good

[milliesfishes]

she breaks something by accident in front of him and she’s trying to hold back tears as she apologizes profusely and tries to clean it up fast and his heart just hurts in his chest because he knows her head is telling her over and over in that moment that he’ll leave her for something so small

and of course before he can stop her she’s got her hand cut on broken glass and bloody and she’s just crying at that point and apologizing even more because she feels like a burden for getting hurt

oh I fear this one hit too close to home (edit: this did not start as this, but it became very long)

⋆౨ৎbilly when you break something⋆౨ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

The sound of the glass hitting the ground hit your ears before you realized what had happened. There was a brief moment in time when you were frozen, eyes wide as the centers of daisies. It had been completely innocent- you'd been laughing at something he said, sweeping your hand out in an exaggerated motion. And now the moment was broken, all innocence sapped out of the room.

Apologies flooded from your lips, and you dropped to your knees in an instant, reaching for the scattered shards. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

Across from you, Billy was standing up, reaching for you. "Baby-"

Your breath hitched on your tenth apology, and you took in a staggered breath, a few of the larger pieces of the glass gathered in a tiny pile in front of you. Heart pounding, the thoughts running through your mind were frantic, awfully firm and unyielding. He's gonna leave you. You made a mistake. He's gonna hate you now, you don't deserve him.

Stepping around the glass, Billy tried to get to you, and you kept your head down, hair falling around the sides of your face like a curtain. "I'll fix it...I'm sorry, I'll fix it..."

Billy knelt beside you, his hand on your arm, trying to meet your eyes. "Sweetheart, it's-"

A sharp gasp interrupted him. You'd reached for a piece of glass without thinking and now your hand was cut in the space below your thumb. Humiliation flooded your system, and your cheeks burned as hot tears began to cascade down your face, stinging like salt in a wound. Nononononono you made a mistake, you made a mistake-

Breaths uneven, you fell back against the leg of your chair, trying to steady yourself, holding your hand to your chest. Blood was dripping down your finger, and you drew your knees up, looking away from Billy and shutting your eyes as if that would make him disappear. You wanted to redo this moment, to fix everything you'd done.

His hand was gentle on your knee, and you opened your eyes at his touch. Billy's other palm was extended, and he murmured, "Lemme see."

Against your will, you gave him your hand, and he reached up to his neck, unraveling the bandana he wore there. The cloth was pressed to your hand soon after, and he held it there for a moment until he was satisfied, tying it across your knuckles.

The entire time he was tending to you, a bucket of guilt was poured over your head like rain in the springtime. You'd done a bad thing, you'd ruined your evening and here he was, being so kind and sweet just like always. A fresh wave of tears fell down your cheeks in rivers, and his eyes softened.

Billy slid his arm around your waist, tugging at you. "C'mere...c'mere, sweet girl. It's okay. I promise."

You moved into him like he was your gravity. Billy held you tight to his chest, leaning his cheek to the top of your head. "Shh, it's okay. It was just an accident, baby."

"I'm sorry-" you choked, voice strung with a high pitch. You were clinging to him like he was a lifeline, his scent and being engulfing you the way it always did. And the fact that he didn't even seem mad made you feel worse.

"You didn't do anything wrong. It's okay," he whispered, kissing the top of your head and letting his lips linger there. "Oh my love...my baby..." Billy shifted you onto his lap, away from the precarious shards of glass still scattered and hidden across the floor.

It was quiet for a minute, except for the sounds of Billy adjusting your legs across his so not a single portion of your skin was touching the ground. He held you for a stretch of time that you didn't bother to count.

When it had been a moment, he began to murmur little questions against your head, and you responded with a nod or a shake.

"Are you tired?" Shake.

He rubbed his thumb soothingly up and down your arm. "D'you wanna get in bed? Just to get cozy?" Nod.

Billy nudged his lips against your hairline, hugging you tight to him. You felt a flood of love and warmth in your chest, replacing the tautness of anxiety that occupied the space before. He isn't mad.

"You know I love you?" he whispered, the tenderness of his tone nearly bringing you to tears again. Billy tilted your chin up, searching your eyes.

In his face you saw something heavenly reflected back. Nobody would call your Billy pure, but his love was. It existed outside whatever wrongs he'd committed, whatever sins stood in need of repentance. The boundless emotion you saw in his eyes was too big to ever be set off course by something like an accident.

He used a hand to smooth your hair, tuck it behind your ear. "I love you so much." Cupping your cheek in his big palm, his lips twitched up a little sadly when you leaned into it. "Now you know?"

You reached up for his wrist, squeezing it. Nod.

[lovebvni]

repetition (a pick-a-pile)

in honor of my friends kai ( @klxudykai )and nile (who doesn’t want to be tagged), i want to do a little pap! this will be black white and purple themed for them too (their pfp colours)

i know both of them are going through cycles of repeating their actions over and over, and it is hard for them. i know it’s frustrating — hell i hate repetition. but you find peace in it.

this pick-a-pile is just advice for your manifesting and/or shifting journey. there is no real theme, but i asked spirit to bring up something you need to repeat for each pile.

this pap is intuition and shufflemancy-based. i am not using tarot nor cards at all for this. this is also for entertainment purposes. take my words with a grain of salt AND please do not use this as legal or life advice.

now, inhale and exhale. believe in your intuition, and pick a picture.

[1 ; 2

3 ; 4]

pile 1 the spiral.

hi pile 1! here’s confirmation for your pile : cycles, crying, cynical, the letter c (in your name of in the name of your significant other. casey and clark stand out.), puns, clairaudience, crown, clowns, (a lot of words w the letter c jesus christ..), underwater, drowning, sinking, the sea, oceans, water (s), fix your face, black, sexism, activist, reality shifter, cyclones, spirals, “i feel like im not seeing any signs/progress”

well pile one, you could feel like you are stuck in a cycle. just a torpedo and you’re getting hit with the same things over and over. you’re wondering why things aren’t changing, why this won’t end, but it’s because YOU won’t change. this is the harshest i think i have ever been in a pick a card, but you really need to get over yourself. realize you aren’t the person you should be, throw that person away and reinvent yourself. you want a lot in life, and you aren’t going to get it if you don’t decide to change yourself. the universe chose you for a reason, but if you keep having your own pity party, you aren’t gonna get anywhere. stop getting mad when you’re being told the truth. it isn’t there to hurt you. it’s there to help you. the truth is a tool. and as long as you keep ignoring it, you keep hiding from the monster inside your closet, it’s never gonna leave. it’s gonna haunt you. it’s like a negative spirit. lure it out and keep it coming. it is gonna hurt, but it’s worth it.

your required repetition is “continue to listen and change yourself. transformation.”

the waiting season is one where you need to work, don’t keep sulking.

now to interpreting your song, her by poppy. you have been trying to be someone else that you are not, for someone else. the chorus

“I'm getting to know her And all of her anger You won't recognize her If you encountered I'm getting to know her And all of her anger Picked herself up Put her back together”

you need to change and you know it, and you don’t know how. start with your anger, your sadness, a strong emotion and unravel it. unwrap it like a gift. keep pulling to you get to the root of the cause — hold it.. nurture it… and get the mud off it.

see this as a new start, pile one. i love you. you need to know you’re strong, and you can do this. don’t get annoyed, because i know you’ve been told this before. fix your face.

pile 2 ghouls

hello pile 2! here’s confirmation this is your pile!!: fairies, love, purple, green, heart chakra and third eye chakra, shadows, “on a silver platter”, polite, scars, romance, sacred, girl blogger, skull and bones, doja cat, fear of success, screaming, pink, sexuality, white, sensuality, fire and ice, opposites, blood, self sabotage, royalty, alternative, goth, knight, disability, multilingual, this specific dynamic, vampire

simplicity. simplify everything. that’s all spirit is saying. don’t over complicate things. that’s like all spirit is saying u guys 😭😭

they r literally saying clear your mind, just be the person you are meant to be. listen to your intuition, be creative, have love in your heart, even when times are hard, and let emotions flow.

spirit told me your manifestations are actively coming in 😭😭 idek why you’re reading this pac! like there are no notes, nothing else you need to do. just listen to your intuition and be in tune with yourself. god i love this pile bc yall r js so sweet and light hearted — like there’s so much hidden positivity here that’s waiting to come out.

good job on how far you’ve come, and hav fun where you’re going! love you pile 2!

pile 3 — unclear memory

hi pile 3! here’s your confirmation: “even a worm will turn”, disappointment, ditsy, protector, big eyes, proposal, hobbit core, hermitcraft, minecraft, silence, under another’s control, blush, light colours (pastels), resting, new opportunities, distractions, distant, chapell roan, wlw.

you’re over possessive but you cut out your heart. or someone else cut it out. you need to get your priorities straight. there’s so much going on in your brain. they all lead to the same thing, don’t they? like how a spider web meets in the middle.

you’re sad, i can tell, but you won’t let anyone know. you think you’ve done enough, or even too much, but in reality you’ve been distracted. you’re trying to hide your main in overworking. doing too much.

your repeating advice is “get back on track and focus on your morals”.

but dont become some else. become yourself. stop holding grudges. get yourself back.

pile 4 — kisses

hi pile 4! here’s confirmation this is your pile: shadow work, brooklyn nine-nine, wolf pack, furry, july, suicidal but continuing, height difference, jumbled thoughts, flowers, blue and pink, wash off the makeup, ombré, counting crows poem.

this is my dogs favorite song 😭😭

pile four, you have been looking for outer validation when you don’t need it. you’re searching for signs, for love, for confirmation you’re on the right path when you really jay need yourself. you’re putting yourself down and other people/the universe on a pedestal. YOU ARE THE UNIVERSE!! REALIZE THAT!

what you say goes. what you want will happen. and that’s that.

your advice is as follows ; “you need to just rest.”

and i think that’s great advice. sit down and relax. listen to music, meditate, be at peace. work on yourself. try journaling too!! it will help.

thank yall for reading!! <3 i hope this helps someone. finishing this at 5:55 pm btw!!

[ronwestbreeze]

too fast

pairing: miguel o'hara x spider!fem!reader warnings: more angst summary: he should've stopped you... word count: 2.4k author's note: this will be the last installment! since we don't know what happens after atsv we're gonna leave it here for now! thanks for giving too slow so much and i hope you enjoy part 2!

part 1

If Miguel O’Hara had to guess, it all started going downhill when you accidentally discovered that your sister was going to die. It wasn’t supposed to happen, you finding out. Like everything else in a Spider person’s life, it was a canon event that was bound to happen, a significant event that would truly make you who you were now. The White Spider. An event that would happen naturally, like all tragic ones do.

Because the truth was, they happen. And there was nothing you could do to stop it.

That’s what Miguel tried to tell you. That if you tried to interfere, then your dimension would unravel just as his did. He didn’t want that for you. Couldn’t want that for you. There were worse fates and that was one of them.

But of course, you were determined.

“Don’t tell me to stand by and let it happen, Miguel, all because of some stupid canon shit. Don’t tell me that.” You gritted out as you stalked down the hall, him right behind you.

“I am, Domino.” Miguel argued desperately. “I am telling you not to endanger your dimension over something that is supposed to happen. I am doing this to protect you—“

You whirled around on him, causing Miguel to stop short in front of you, “This is your way of protecting me? By telling me to stand by and let my sister die all because of some computer program?! Be fucking for real, Miguel!”

“Yes, because I know the dangers of what’s going to happen if you—”

“No, Miguel, no you don’t.” It hurt, your words. You knew what he had gone through, what he had lost. But you were too stubborn. He knew this. “I’m gonna try. Because that’s what we do. We try even if the odds are against us. That’s what all this shit that happened to me has led up to, right? Why stop now?”

It wasn’t like Miles Morales. No, this was before he learned that there were more forceful ways to stop something like this from happening.

He should’ve stopped you.

But things just fell apart too fast for him to keep up in the end.

Miguel practically dove through the portal to your dimension with Jessica and a few other Spider-men at his side. The crisis was a disaster. The Brooklyn Bridge was halfway in the water, cars either destroyed or hanging by black webs made by you. Immediately, Miguel and the others played damage control. There was yet another villain that had escaped their world and fell into another. This time it was a Green Goblin. One large enough to do this much damage.

It didn’t take long for Miguel to spot your white suit swinging about frantically, your head turning quickly every second. Which meant he had arrived just in time to stop you from making the biggest mistake you could’ve ever made for yourself and your universe. Miguel kept his eyes glued to you while leading people to safety. Until he spotted your sister’s car being thrown up in the air, quickly being caught by your black webs.

You were at the top of the bridge, trying to convince your sister to calm down, revealing your identity to her. Miguel landed on top of the bridge, you sent him a scowl and raised your hand, “Don’t!”

“You know what will happen, Domino.” He tried warning you. “One life or an entire universe? Over other families? Other brothers and sisters? What then?!”

You ignored him and shot a web down to your sister to grab onto. “If I don’t do this, then I will never forgive myself. I’m not like you, Miguel.” You looked at him pleadingly, desperately. “I can’t—”

The green hulking figure hurtled right into you, taking both you and Miguel off guard.

Your grip on your sister slipped but she was able to grab onto another web and hold on while you were preoccupied with the Green Goblin. A wave of rage—fear?—hit Miguel as he dashed toward the ugly beast, using his whole weight to throw it off of you and tackled it down to the ground.

“You don’t get to touch her!” He growled, pounding the goblin’s face until it was finally unconscious.

The bridge began to fall. Jessica began ordering every spider person around to quickly gather all the civilians left on the bridge. The top of the bridge where your sister was hanging began to crumble and Miguel watched as you swung back toward her.

He should’ve stopped this long before. He shouldn’t have let it get this far.

You were already dashing across the top of the bridge, Miguel had ended up behind you in seconds. You glanced over your shoulder at him, “Miguel, don’t!”

But he ignored you and shot his scarlet webs toward your figure. But of course, you were quicker than him, You always were.

His webs had missed. The web holding your sister up snapped. She was falling.

And you had dived after her.

Miguel leaped off the bridge, shot a thick web toward you and above him. In seconds the fall had stopped. You were now hanging and attached to Miguel’s web while the other half of his web kept him attached to what was left of part of the bridge.

But your webs had already been released.

You had already caught her.

No. No. No. No. No.

You had been too fast for him.

When the adrenalin cooled down a bit, you shot your head up at him, the angered glare evident on your face, “Were you really about to fucking stop me?!”

Instead of acknowledging your anger, Miguel shot back, “Do you realize what you’ve done?!”

“I saved my sister!”

“You’ve given your universe a death sentence!” Miguel shouted. “Why do you have to be so fucking selfish?!”

“Selfish?!” You snapped. Now you were quite pissed. Truly, he had never seen you this angry before now. He supposed that it made sense that it would be him to cause this. There had been many close calls. Now, it was different. You couldn’t keep your resolve. “I didn’t invade another universe and replace a girl’s father! Did you ever think that your situation was different?! Did you ever think that what you did was a lot worse than me saving my sister?! You can’t project your problems onto me, Miguel. It’s not the same and you know it—”

“Did it ever occur to you that I did this because I love you?” Miguel hissed. “Did it ever occur to you that I couldn’t bear to watch you lose everything over the same mistake I made?! Did it, Domino? Did you ever stop and think—”

“Wait.” He realized then that you weren’t looking at him anymore. Instead you were looking down. At the end of your web. “If I screwed everything up, then how come my dimension isn’t unraveling?”

The way you asked this, the way you posed the question made him go silent for a moment. Because he just then realized things weren’t changing. Other than the chaos that was happening around them already, there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. No holes in the dimension. Nothing disappearing.

“I….” Miguel looked back to you, “I….M-Miguel I saved her, didn’t I?”

He still couldn’t respond.

You reached your web up and tied it to Miguel’s wrist before snapping his web attached to you apart.

“Domino—”

But he watched you fall toward the bottom.

It didn’t take him long to get there too. It didn’t take him long to see the limp body attached to the end of your web. It didn’t take him long to realize that your universe wouldn’t unravel any time soon.

Your sister was dead. Just like it was supposed to….

This was supposed to be better. This was supposed to be what kept you and your universe safe.

Miguel O’Hara always made the tough calls. The decisions that no one else could.

So why did it feel like the dimension was tearing itself apart in front of his eyes? Why did it feel like you were going to disappear at any second? Why did it feel like he had already lost you even though you were right there.

He did. He lost you.

You slipped from his fingers so fast…

“Is this what you wanted?” A weak whisper left your lips, your back still turned to him.

There were no words he could say that could fix any of it.

Miguel removed his mask, so that you could see his face. So that you could see how sincere he was. Only for you to see. Only you mattered in that moment.

“Sometimes you can’t stop what’s meant to happen.” When you glanced over your shoulder at him, when you looked at him through glassy eyes—your mask now gone—it made the words a lot harder to force out, “I never wanted any of this. Not like this…”

Jessica and the others arrived but didn’t say anything. Jessica had been one of the people on Miguel’s side about the whole ordeal, but even she was smart enough not to say anything. You were already hurting too much.

You glared at him through the water falling from your eyes, you glared at Jessica, you glared at all of them.

“Well, congratulations.”

“Y/N…” Jessica tried, only she went silent when she noticed your sister’s body limp behind you. There was nothing to be said.

You tore off your bracelet and threw it at Miguel’s feet. “You saved the canon, O’Hara. You should be proud.”

After that, you stopped coming to HQ. Except for that one time when you announced you were quitting the society for good. After that he stopped seeing the White Spider swinging around your dimension and stopping bad guys. The only time he saw you don your suit was to fight a new villain called the Electro. After that, he hadn’t seen you in the newspapers nor social media ever again.

This wasn’t something he really didn’t see coming. Frankly, he wasn’t even sure if the canon knew this was what exactly would happen after your sister’s death. That you would just stop being the White Spider. That you would give it all up.

Fuck. Of course this would be the last straw. He knew you. He met your sister multiple times.

You weren’t like Miguel. You would not bounce back easily. That was never you.

He should’ve stopped it. He shouldn’t have let it get that far…

The fight on the train didn’t last for long. Like you had said beforehand, you hadn’t planned on fighting him. Only keeping him at bay so that Miles was given time to go back to his dimension. So you had gotten your licks in, getting to kick your man’s ass was something so refreshing and should’ve happened sooner if you were being honest.

You landed a few kicks at Miguel—his waist, face, and legs—before he grabbed you and threw you off the train. But you fell gracefully, knowing that you had done your part. So you entered your data into your bracelet, a portal appearing behind you.

“He’s just a kid, Miguel.” You called.

The last thing you saw was Miguel, an unreadable expression on his face as you disappeared through the portal.

Gwen had recruited you to help Miles a couple hours after you had gotten back to your dimension. Apparently, he had been sent to the wrong Earth so now it was your job to track him down and help him complete his goal. Helping him succeed at something that you couldn’t.

So before you started this long fight, the long journey ahead, you went to your sister’s grave. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you were here. After the funeral, you weren’t sure you even came here alone yourself. Just to see her.

It hurt too much before. It only just kept reminding you how much you failed. Why you stopped being the White Spider. Why your relationship with Miguel could never quite be the same.

Your spine shuddered and you turned your head slightly away from your sister’s grave. “It’s kind of insensitive to do a sneak attack when I’m visiting my sister, O’Hara.”

Behind you, Miguel stood a little further away. His mask was off. You didn’t move from your sister’s grave and he didn’t move from where he stood. The two of you took to staring at each other for a long moment.

Since it didn’t seem like he was going to say anything first, you sighed, “Don’t act so surprised. I thought you knew me better than that—”

“I thought I did too.” Miguel scowled, though the harshness was mixed with something looser. Something that would’ve made you crumble on the spot.

You cleared away some of the dead rose petals from the last bouquet of flowers that were left here, “Is that what you came here for? To berate me  into changing my mind? I’m convinced already—”

“I’m not here to convince you. How can I do that when you won’t listen to reason?” Miguel hissed. “If you are willing to die over this, destroy another universe, then…” You looked at him fully then. Perhaps you were too far away to see, perhaps your mind was playing tricks on you, but you could’ve sworn his eyes were red. Not from his unique abilities.

The emotion in his eyes, god you wanted to look away. You didn’t want your resolve to fail again. Not this time.

This time was too important.

“Then what?” You asked him quietly.

Miguel never responded to your question. He ducked his head down for a moment. The words that left his mouth almost barely audible. “How many times will I have to lose you, Domino? How many times will you leave me?”

You stood and slowly inched toward the man. Cautiously, you gently grabbed his face once you were close enough and leaned your forehead against his. Your thumb caressed his cheek. His larger hands wrapped around you until his face is buried into your neck, practically inhaling your scent.

God, it was always like this. One moment you were in each other’s arms and in the next throwing each other off of trains or running until neither of you could run anymore. Moments like this, the gentle, the quiet. It never lasted.

In the next moment Miguel wasn’t in your arms anymore. You weren’t on your Earth anymore. Now you were flying about in search for Miles, hoping to find him before Miguel and his gang did. You were never sure when the two of you would ever find that semblance of peace again. Those moments were gone in seconds and you were back to the real world. That’s how your cycle went.

That was your canon.