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lizzieisright · 8 months

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Tranquility

dom!reader x sub!Abby

Summary: You want to help Abby relax and show her she doesn't have to control everything, sometimes she just can let go.

Tags: dom!reader, fingering, praise, consent checks, Abby doesn't really notice she is subbing, very light and vanilla, Sylvia Plath's quotes.

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MINORS DON'T INTERACT I'll hunt you for sport

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You don't jump into power dynamics right away when you get together: Abby doesn't even think about it too much - she just assumes since between the two of you she is the killing machine, big strong scary Abby Anderson, she'll be in charge like she is everywhere else. And you don't seem to mind, even though you had the sex talk way prior to having actual sex (I can't bottom every time if it's something you want, you said to her, and Abby agreed: she liked topping but she could bottom just fine).

So the thought of power dynamics doesn't come to Abby at all, until one day.

You are too good at reading Abby's mood - for some reason you can notice even the small shift in her. It's a superpower that creeps Abby out sometimes, how you can recognise her feelings and act accordingly. You don't make a scene out of it, you don't take care of her like she is a child who can't regulate her emotions, but you're there through it all. You're not scared of her anger or her tears, always calm, and for the first time in years Abby feels like she can rely on someone. Can trust someone fully.

And today Abby is on edge. She is tired, angry and frustrated - the plan for the next supply run isn't safe in her opinion. Abby likes her plans to be foolproof, "if you think they're smart enough think again and dumb it down" type of fool-proof. Everyone said Abby was being ridiculous about it, and maybe she was, but it doesn't make her feel any better.

And you obviously notice it. You watch her from the couch as Abby walks around packing, huffing every two seconds in anger.

"I saw that plan, Abby, it's good. Everything will be fine. Manageable if something goes wrong."

"Jamie is on the team, and this idiot will get us in trouble." Abby growls. "And then someone will have to clean up his mess and someone will get hurt and it will slow us down-"

"Okay. Okay, Abs, stop." You put your book away. "Come here, you need to relax." You pat your lap and Abby stares at you before laughing.

"What, you want me to sit in your lap?" Abby asks sceptically.

"Yeah." You pat your lap again. Abby is unsure and she feels ridiculous: she is not a lap dog, she is a fucking German shepherd.

"I'm too big to sit in your lap, baby."

"Do I look like I give a fuck?" You deadpan. "Big girls need to sit on their lover's lap too. Come here."

Abby blinks. She likes that she is big and tall - it makes her feel powerful, but it comes with a cost. She doesn't get to feel small. And you asking her to sit on your lap opens something so desperate in her she gets scared. Abby knows she won't feel small, but she wants to try anyway. Abby tentatively makes her way to you, still unsure how it will work, but you tug her lightly and she straddles you. Abby feels like she is a giant on top of you, and she doesn't really remember where to put her hands. She settles on your shoulders.

"This is awkward." Abby assesses, frowning.

"It's not. Sit, Abby, I can feel that you're hovering. I'm not going to break, I'm not made of dust." You push at her thighs so she can spread them and finally sit. You seem pretty happy with this, hugging her by her waist and pressing her closer to you. Abby is getting used to this, but it still seems ridiculous to her. She is used to tugging you to sit on her lap, not the other way around.

"Am I too heavy?"

"I like feeling your weight on me. Makes it feel real." You grin and stroke her back. "Really, relax. I can read to you if you want."

Abby doesn't really know what to do. She has no arguments against you, and your lap is very comfortable. As well as being this close to you, feeling your body, your breathing, your warmth.

"Yeah, okay. We can do that."

Abby does what you usually do when she reads: she puts her head on your shoulder and lets you snake your arms around her.

"Good." You comment and hold the book with one hand while you stroke Abby's back with the other one.

You are warm and your smell is comforting, so Abby puts her nose into the crook of your neck and breathes in.

"Yeah. Breathe. Deep big breaths." You say offhandedly as you look through the pages. It's weird. Abby feels safe and taken care of and it feels good, but it is too unfamiliar to be comfortable with it.

"Would it be too childish of me to say: I want? But I do want: theater, light, color, paintings, wine and wonder. Yet not all these can do more than try to lure the soul from its den where it sulks in busy heaps of filth and obstinate clods of bloody pulp. I must find a core of fruitful seeds in me. I must stop identifying with the seasons, because this English winter will be the death of me-" You've read out loud and Abby suddenly resonates with the first line. Would it be too childish of her to say: she wants your care?

"What is this?"

"Sylvia Plath's diaries."

"She sounds dramatic." Abby murmurs into your neck while you are caressing her back. Fuck it feels so good. She is so safe.

"Bitch is all over the place sometimes. But she is a poet."

You kiss Abby's head and she leans into your touch, surprising herself. She isn't usually… needy, but right now something is different. The sudden safety of your arms around her, your calm voice and familiar smell makes Abby feel dangerously vulnerable.

"You feel pretty relaxed." You notice as you now stroking her head, putting all annoying baby hairs behind her ear.

"Yeah. It's so weird though."

You chuckle.

"In what way?"

"Usually it's you who sits in my lap. But this is good. Just weird."

"I think the word you're looking for is unfamiliar."

"Are you a thesaurus?"

You laugh and kiss her forehead. Abby nuzzles her nose into your neck and your breath hitches.

You know Abby doesn't mean to get you horny with her breathing, but you are getting horny.

"Come here." You tell her and Abby lifts her head just enough for you to kiss her. She is warm and welcoming, doesn't rush anywhere and you are not rushing either, just enjoying the kiss. Abby relaxes into you and it surprises both of you - she isn't a person who gives up control easily. Hell, the whole thing started because Abby couldn't deal with people not doing everything like she told them to. But you feel how she puts more weight on you and you buck your hips into her.

"Okay yeah. Still weird, but good." Abby pants into your mouth. You dig your fingers into her ass and press her into your crotch. "Oh fuck."

"Wanna make you cum." You say, panting yourself as arousal takes the hold of you. "What do you think?"

Abby looks at you with a lifted brow.

"You think I'm going to say no?"

"Well." You kiss her jaw. "I don't plan on letting you do anything at all, so, maybe take a moment to think about it."

Abby stares at you as your words settle in. She will what, just lie there and do nothing? It sounds wrong, it sounds like she is going to be out of control, but also…

Also it sounds like the sweetest sin she could commit.

"If you're not sure, we can stop. Like, fully. Or at any point you want to." You stroke her cheeks with your thumbs as you watch Abby. You know she is apprehensive about this idea, but you want her to relax fully and forget about everything. And you know you can give it to her if she just says yes.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay. We can do that." Abby smiles bashfully and you kiss her, so fucking grateful for how brave she is.

It's one thing to stare death in her face and win, and the other thing to stare in your lover's face and decide to trust them completely. And any other day Abby would have chosen death, but with you the danger can't get safer than this.

So Abby lets herself relax into you again and just enjoy your touch.

"Thanks."

Abby chuckles, but it turns into a gasp as you move your lips down her neck while your hands are tugging on her shirt. Abby helps you take the shirt and the bra off, and you just caress her sides, looking over her.

Abby knows you like how she looks, but having your attention like this makes her nervous. Your eyes are so dark with hunger Abby wants to look away but she doesn't, as sudden greed for your love washes over her. You look at her like you want to devour her.

"Pretty." You sigh as you smile. "You're so pretty, Abs."

"I don't think pretty is the right word."

"Beautiful?"

Abby huffs but can't help her smile.

"Gorgeous?"

"Stop it." Abby says, playfully stern. "You're so sappy, god."

You grin and kiss her again, shutting her up - if you say she is pretty, she is, and whatever Abby thinks of herself is totally irrelevant. Your lips make a trail from her neck to her shoulder and you gently kiss her freckles, listening to Abby's breathing closely: it gets heavier as you move your kisses down, and these small sighs are the greatest encouragement you can get.

You slowly move one of your hands up and cup Abby's tit, kneading her doughy flesh as she gasps.

"Feels nice?"

"Yeah." Abby murmurs and runs her hand over your hair. It's still hard to let go so she tries to occupy herself in some way. She gently massages your neck and you kiss her just above her nipple. "Yeah, this is nice."

"Good. Let's take your pants off, I need them out of the way."

Your intonation makes Abby throb in her pants - it sounds so commanding and for once in her life she doesn't want to fight it, no, she wants to obey - it's easy with you. Safe.

Abby stands from your lap and you help her take her pants and underwear off, making a small pile on the floor. Abby reaches to tug your shirt off, but you gently push her hands away.

"Relax, baby. Don't worry about anything, okay?" You tug her back into your lap and sigh so happily when you touch her bare skin. "Your job right now is just to be pretty. Can you do that?"

Abby is conflicted: you don't sound patronising, but it should sound patronising, shouldn't it? She stops for a second to understand her reaction and you just watch her. You know Abby needs some time to process what is happening, so you continue caressing her back and her pretty ass that makes you drool while Abby figures out how she feels about your new behaviour.

"Well I can try." Abby shrugs and you smile.

"Thanks. I wanna call you princess, you know?" You kiss her neck and leave a hickey on her collarbone.

"Call me what?" Abby laughs in the middle of her gasp at how ridiculous it sounds, but it's not a bad laugh. It's just embarrassing. "I'm no princess, (y/n)."

"Would you actually mind if I called you that?" You kiss her breastbone and Abby watches you.

"Don't think so." Abby pants and looks at you impatiently as you finally move your lips to her tits.

"Princess." You murmur and look into her eyes while her cheeks become bright red. "My pretty princess." You suck on her nipple gently and Abby gasps, squeezing your shoulders. The pet name turns her on - a lot of things turn her on right now even though they're weird and embarrassing.

You play with her other nipple and Abby presses closer to you, so you let your restraints go and use all your strength to move her closer to the point where her back is arched. Abby sighs, surprised - obviously Abby knows you are strong (not as strong as her, but strong nonetheless), but she never actually experienced it. Maybe you can make her feel small. Maybe you can make her feel like no one else could before.

You slowly move your hands up Abby’s muscular thighs, caressing every line with your fingertips - Abby is too hot for her own good, and the hungry monster that lives inside you claws at your chest, desperate to have its way with Abby and make her forget her fucking name, but you’re patient. You would never push Abby into something she isn’t ready for, especially in sex, but you want to show her an alternative. Show that she can let herself forget her fucking name and it will be safe. Because god knows Abby needs it.

Abby watches your hands in anticipation and you smirk at her when you place your hands on conjunctions of her hips, caressing her hip bones with your thumbs. Abby is soft here, but her V-line makes her look sharp and hard, and it gets to your head.

“I fucking love how strong you are, you have no idea.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” Abby chuckles, but she is impatient, so she grabs your hand and moves it down to her pussy.

“Hey, don’t spoil the fun.” You scold her playfully and bring your hand back. “I’m not going to keep you waiting, princess. Relax.”

Abby feels how her face burns when you call her princess again, but it gets her wet, so impossibly wet there's probably a dark spot on your pants under her. Abby grinds her hips down, searching for some friction, and you push your hips up to let her have it. Abby shudders as her clit grinds down on your pelvis and her hands clutch your shoulders almost painfully as she tries to set a pace of her hips.

"This is so hot, Abs. Fuck." You tell her as you watch her get off just grinding on you. You grab her ass and help her grind harder and Abby whimpers quietly, and your brain barely holds back your filthy mouth. You want to tell Abby how good she is, how she is doing such a good job getting herself off, but you hold it back for now.

The friction is not enough and you know it, so you lock her in place with one arm around her waist, praying she'd listen to you, and snake your other hand between your bodies.

Abby is so fucking wet your eyes roll back into your scull from how hard it turns you on.

"You're so wet, princess." You murmur into her ear and Abby whimpers again. "You okay?"

Abby just nods and it clicks. Abby is getting overwhelmed, but she clings to you so you figure out it's a good overwhelmed.

"Do you like it when I call you princess?" You ask mostly to make sure, but it sounds so seductive to Abby, a little mean maybe but in a good way.

"It's embarrassing." Abby admits and squirms around when you cup her pussy. Finally.

"Do you want me to stop?" You ask gently and look in her eyes, serious. Abby looks back, but her eyes are glazed over, she is too horny to care about being embarrassed by this point.

"No. Don't stop." Abby grinds against your hand and you press her closer to make her stop.

"You wanna cum already?"

"You keep fucking teasing me." Abby says, annoyed.

"I'm taking my time." You kiss her cheek and part her folds carefully, circling her clit with two fingers and Abby buries her head into your neck, moaning. You stroke her back to soothe her, but your fingers only get faster, the pressure is featherlight and it drives Abby crazy because it will get her to cum way too fast, and you know it.

"Yeah, that's right, princess. Relax and enjoy, yeah?" You can't stop talking now, desperate to praise Abby and make her feel safe in your arms. "Does it feel good?"

"I- I can't fucking-" Abby moans between her words, clinging to you harder as your fingers get her closer to her release. "Icantfuckingthink" Abby says in one breath and you barely make sense of it.

"Oh princess, don't. Don't think, okay? Be good for me." You pay closer attention to her reaction, not sure if Abby would like it, but she is too out of it now. She whines - fucking hell Abby whines - and presses closer to you.

"Yeah, I'll take care of you, I'll make you feel good." You promise her and slide your fingers down, gently pressing at her hole. Abby arches into your fingers, trying to get them inside, and your heart melts. "You're so cute, fuck. You want my fingers?"

Abby growls at you, refusing to talk, and you chuckle.

"Just nod for me, okay? Or shake your head."

Abby takes a second to process your words and then she nods.

"Good girl."

That makes Abby open her eyes in shock and her walls clench around nothing to push her slick into your hand, and you can tell she liked it.

"Can I call you that, princess?" You slowly push your fingers inside and just move them to feel how soft and hot Abby is. She suddenly grinds down on your hand and you kiss her shoulder. "Nod or shake." You remind her.

Abby nods, her embarrassment totally forgotten by this point: she feels small, safe and taken care of, and the way you talk to her only makes it better. Your stupid spidey senses let you know when to check in with her and Abby never knew it could be this way - that giving consent can turn her on so much because you ask for it like you're dirty talking to her.

And you are so close and you hold her so tightly Abby feels grounded even though she is so overwhelmed she can't think anymore. She just feels, her world only exists in the tactile plane now, and your voice carries her away.

"Yeah, don't think, princess, I want your head empty and your pretty cunt stuffed with my fingers." You murmur into Abby's ear and she buries her face in your neck deeper as you curl your fingers inside her. Abby moans quietly and you feel how you lose any self-control you had before.

You pick up the pace, catching the balance between overwhelmingly fast and not fast enough just so you won't disturb Abby's delicate headspace, and you just listen to her. Abby is not loud, never been, but that what makes it so magical - every sigh turns into a quiet whimper the longer you fuck her, and then you feel it, how Abby clenches around your fingers, her orgasm coming closer.

"You're close, princess, I can fucking feel it. Do you feel it? Does it feel nice when you're so tight around me?"

"Yeah." Abby says in a hoarse low voice and your teeth fucking ache because you want to sink them into her so much.

"Fuck Abby." You kiss her temple and suddenly you're fucking her so hard Abby gets tense in your arms, overwhelmed. "You have no idea what you do to me."

But Abby is not listening to you because you turn your hand just enough so you could thumb her clit and-

"Fuck!" Abby shrieks and closes her thighs on you as she cums. You stop moving your fingers inside her to enjoy how she pulsates around them, but you continue thumbing her clit."Fuck-fuck, stop-" Abby asks when it becomes too much and you obey her.

Abby is panting hard and you just kiss her neck and shoulders, waiting for her to calm down, but you can't help yourself so you start slowly moving your fingers in and out.

"You feel amazing around my fingers, princess."

"Fuck, don't stop, please, don't fucking stop-" Abby whispers and hugs you around your neck. You’re more than happy to oblige, and you can’t help your mean smile as you move your fingers slowly but thoroughly, getting a feel of every centimetre of Abby’s walls.

It doesn’t take more than a few minutes for Abby to whimper and shudder in your arms again, drenching your hand up to your wrist, and you gently kiss her to help her calm down. Abby is limp on your lap, her head comfortably tucked in your neck as she pants. Abby feels exhausted but ridiculously happy, giddy even - you opened something in her, something that freed her vulnerability fully. God, Abby always knew she could trust you, let you watch her back, but the thought she could be so vulnerable and small with you never crossed her mind.

“Do you want to nap, baby?” You murmur in her hair and Abby hums in agreement. “Okay, let me put your shirt back on, yeah?”

Abby reluctantly lets you put the shirt on her and wrap a blanket around both of you as you adjust your position so you’d be lying down while Abby would be on top of you, so it would be comfortable for her to rest. You open your book again while Abby’s breathing evens out.

“I am watching a pale blue sky be torn across by wind fresh from the russian steppes. Why is it that I find it so difficult to accept the present moment, whole as an apple, without cutting and hacking at it to find a purpose, or setting it up on a shelf with other apples to measure its worth or trying to pickle it in brine to preserve it, and crying to find it turns all brown and is no longer simply the lovely apple I was given in the morning?”

The present moment, whole as an apple - Abby doesn’t have to worry about not accepting it, lulled by your voice and your warmth and your smell - after all, the present is all she has.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #sub!abby

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c-nstantine · 6 months

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Things That Go Bump In The Night

Description: Vampire!Bruce Wayne fucks his maid

Warnings:Blood, Vampirism, Maid Costume, Cunnilingus

Word Count: 1.4k

Y/N knew the job was a little sketchy but who could say no to this kind of money, especially in Gotham? When she saw the advertisement put out by the housekeeper of the old Wayne Manor, she figured why not? Being paid $19 an hour for simply cleaning up the house was almost too good to be true. However, sometimes you gotta get it how you live it.

There were three rules that the housekeeper, Mr. Alfred, instilled upon Y/N during her acceptance of the job. The first of which is that she must leave before the sun sets every day. The second was that if the door was locked, leave it be. Finally, she must wear an oddly sexualized maid uniform. Y/N did question the last one but Mr. Alfred swore that it was the way it had always been.

Y/N had been working at Wayne Manor for about two weeks and nothing odd had happened. Of course, occasionally there would be an odd creak here and there but Y/N wrote that off as the house is old. She did feel like she was being watched but that was just the amount of paintings that were trapped in the home. One time she asked Alfred whatever happened to the Wayne family, and he responded with "Sometimes it feels like old Master Wayne still lurks around,".

That was an odd statement to Y/N but she continued her work nonetheless. She found herself in the library of the manor and there was something so serene about it. She began to dust book after book until she was sure that there was dust stuck in her fluffed-out afro, which made her regret wearing her out today. For some reason, she felt more tired than usual and thought about taking a nap. Mr. Alfred had already left for the evening and there were plenty hours of daylight left. A little nap wouldn't hurt.

"What are you doing here?" A deep voice said, startling Y/N from her nap. A tall pale man stood over her. He had eyes as blue as lightning that touched the ground and his black hair was messy.

"Who are you?" Y/N responded standing up next to the man. In the two weeks that she had been working, she had yet to see another person other than Alfred. She also had to pull the already short skirt down because it left nothing to be desired. Of course, this only caused her cleavage to spill out even more.

"I asked first," The man said looking her up and down. Y/N felt self-conscious under his gaze but the man was simply drinking her. His eyes trailed everything that the damn uniform didn't hide.

"I'm the maid that Mr. Alfred hired," She said wrapping her arms around herself. Once again she forced her cleavage to be more prominent.

"So, he does have good taste after all," The brooding man licked his lips at the sight of the woman by the fireplace light.

"Huh? Who are you?" She asked once more stepping back away from the man before her.

"Bruce Wayne," He said, stepping to her once again. He cared not for her personal space, after all, it was she who was in his home.

"The Waynes all died. Everyone in Gotham knows that," Y/N stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Then how am I standing right in front of you," Bruce pestered the younger woman. He could see the gears turning in her head.

"Are you a ghost?" In Y/N's defense, that was the most reasonable thing to assume with a creepy old house involved.

"No, I'm something better than a ghost. You smell nice," He leaned in next to her and sniffed just above her neck. Y/N found herself not being able to move.

"Excuse me?" This man was giving her whiplash. At first, he had seemed angry that she had been in his house after hours but now he seemed attracted to her.

"You smell nice. Virgin?" He asked, stepping closer to her once more. Y/N could no longer step back and was leaning against a shelf of the books that she had just cleaned.

"I guess it doesn't matter, you won't be after tonight," He spoke once more after Y/N didn't respond to the question.

"What are you talking about?" Her voice wavered. She was scared but something about him felt safe. She didn't like it.

"Do you want me to pretend that I can't smell you from here?" He whispered carefully. Y/N wanted to pretend that this entire situation wasn't turning her on. She squeezed her thighs together in hopes of something changing. Nor did she begin to question how this man could smell her arousal.

"Oh, sweet girl. Clenching those thick thighs doesn't hide the arousal," Bruce taunted and he forced his knee between her thighs to spread her legs. Y/N was almost a little too compliant with her actions but she wanted to see where this would go. Her skirt rose and just barely covered her panties.

"What do you want from me?" She asked as Bruce pressed himself against her. He didn't have the aura of someone trying to hurt her but rather please her.

"It's not what I want but what I can give you. I'll give you pleasure, but you'll have to do something for me later," Bruce was a bit ambiguous on the terms of the deal but that was his job in a way.

"Pleasure?" Y/N asked almost with a moan. If she didn't have any self-respect, she would've been riding that man's knee then and there.

"I will relieve that little ache between your legs. Just say 'yes'," He began to kiss down her chest and paused as he waited for her confirmation.

"Yes," Y/N sighed and the creature picked her up and bent her over the couch's arm that she was previously napping on.

"Good girl," He said as he yanked off her panties. There was a distinct ripping of the cotton fabric and Y/N whined. He simply hushed her while looking at his feast.

Y/N's stomach was pressed against the chair's arm as Bruce's tongue played with her clit. His tongue felt sharper than what she imagined and she swore she saw a fang earlier. Those notions were dropped from her mind when he spread her pussy lips to dive deeper inside of her. He continued to lick and prod while her pussy gripped nothing. He was having fun with this, she thought to herself. Bringing her to the first orgasm of the night, with nothing but his tongue.

"If your pussy tastes divine, I can't wait to see what your blood tastes like," Bruce said, giving a heavy smack to her ass. Y/N was too fucked out from her first orgasm to even comprehend the words that fell from his lips. She heard the dropping of his belt to the floor and the soft steps of him stepping out of his dress pants and underwear.

"I'll go slow for you since it is your first time. I make no guarantees for the future," Bruce said lining up his cock with her entrance. Just the head had gone in and Y/N was already moaning like a bitch in heat. Bruce simply chuckled. Her pussy was sucking him in but he remained strong and continued his strokes at a slow pace. That was until Y/N tried to push herself away from him.

"Good girls don't run from dick," He said while grabbing her hips. He held her in her place on the couch as he began to ram into her. Since she wanted to run, she would take all that he gave her. The echoes of skin slapping began to fill the library. Y/N never really thought about how she would lose her virginity but in a library by firelight sounded nice enough. Y/N's knees buckle and Bruce smirked as he continued to ram into her pussy. Y/N's moans were almost pornographic and the stimulation from his balls hitting her clit was what finally put her over the edge. Her eyes crossed for a second.

"Now, it's my turn," Bruce whispered. He sat Y/N up and she stood on shaky legs. Bruce pushed her afro out of the way and sniffed her neck. He bared his fangs and with a hiss, his teeth broke her skin and drank her blood. Y/N soon passed out and Bruce carried her up to his bed and left her there until she awoke, a new.

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boozenboze · 1 year

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141 and male reader who is angry and when he’s angry, he goes in the gym area they have and just punches the punching bad with bare fists for hours on end and basically breaks the punching bags but keeps putting new ones up. his fists are bloody and bruised and everyone is looking for him and they can’t find him so they search everywhere and find him with blood running down his hands from the countless hours of punching and they have to practically drag him out of the gym and they make him lay down which he wont go down without a fight but YA

SORRY ITS LONG💗😭

Calm Down!

Summary: After a certain soldiers constant slip ups and slacking off Lieutenant Rage gets angry.

Females She/Her and She/ They DNI

Today hadn't gone so well, in fact it went terribly. For starters two of the new recruits lost the files that the team had been sent to retrieve. Secondly, one of the same men had flunked out during training, only to later be seen running about with some of the other soldiers. And the cup of tea to pull everything together he did something he shouldn't have. That thing being talking about one of the higher ups, Lieutenant Rage, also known as M/n. The h/c haired male had his eyes on the recruit since the beginning, knowing that he'd be trouble from the start. The childish acts, the constant slacking off, and always holding everybody back by getting injured. It was clear as day that the man shouldn't be in the military for those exact reasons. The mans carelessness for himself and others would get them all killed.

"Captain do you not understand what i'm saying?" The h/c haired male asked as Price hummed, showing that he was paying attention to the males words as he filled out some papers.

"Rage look, I understand your concern but I haven't seen anything wrong with the seargent." Price explained as M/n glared into his skull.

"Besides maybe your overreacting-"

"I AM NOT OVERREACTING!" The male finally snapped as that cold glint in his eyes that would normally only be seen on the field was now visible. Price flinched at the males change of tone, it was hot yet scary.

"That bastard could get us all killed at some point and your sitting on yer ass like that's ok. THAT IS NOT OKAY!" The male yelled as Price shook slightly from the males booming voice. He was the males Captain, he shouldn't be getting yelled at like this. With one final huff of anger the male stormed out as Price sat in his chair stunned.

The h/c haired male stormed down the hallway, knocking a solider down in the process.

"Hey! Whats your problem....." The soldiers voice dragged as he realized it was his Lieutenant. "I-i'm sorry sir!" The soldier squeaked as he ran down the hallway. M/n was already breathing heavily out of anger, and that anger seemed to double after that small accident. He had to let off some steam at this point. If he was pushed any further he'd end up killing someone. The man was speeding over to the training area that he knew would be empty considering that it was around the time the soldiers would go to their barracks. The h/c haired male couldn't do that, his adrenaline was high and that would only keep him awake longer. He just hoped that he could blow off some steam before going to bed.

Timskip (Gaz pov)

I just came from Prices office and he seemed to be deep in thought. I asked if everything was oky but he said no. He told me about the conversation he had with M/n and from how he explained it, it seemed like he was pissed off. M/n was always the most aggressive out of us all, hell he'd probably yank a mans head off if he could.

We were all walking around the base looking for our beligerant soldier known as M/n. The man could do the unthinkable when he's angry so we hope he isn't doing anything crazy.

"We've checked everywhere for the man it's clear he isn't here!" Soap complained, getting tired of feeling like he had been walking circles. I looked at the man before turning my attention to Ghost. Seemed like he didn't wanna be here either, but he had no choice. We passed the training area and heard a loud slam which caught our attention. Price gave us a look before opening the door. I was surprised to see M/n standing over a punching bag, i'm guessing he broke it considering that the chain that the bag was connected to wasn't there anymore. The man was out of breath as he picked up the punching bag and throwing it to the side.

Ghost had walked over and put his arms under the shorter males arms. The man immediately threw a fit, he was kicking and yelling incoherantly and the men were only able to hear snippets of his words.

"Get the fuck off me-BITCH!" The male yelled as he whipped his head back hitting Ghosts mask. Ghost grunted from the sudden pressure being put on his face as he crouch down to the floor with the male still in his hold. The taller man had the h/c haired male pinned to the ground as the position they were in restricted his movements.

3rd pov

"M/n calm down, we can stay like this for as long as we have to, to make your relax." Price said as M/n huffed angrily. Slowly but surely the mans breathing steadied, despite that he still wasn't calm. Gaz had held the mans hand and furrowed his brows at the sight of the males bleeding knuckles. Ghost had already noticed the mans hands, so he picked him up and walked to the infirmary.

Timeskip

Ghost was seated on the couch next to Ghost, who was currently sipping on some tea as the h/c haired male groaned in annoyance. The slurping sounds aggravated him but he couldn’t since Ghost had him wrapped up in a blanket. He looked like a burrito, a angry one at that. The lieutenant looked at him for a moment before offering the male a biscuit, to which he took. He may be angry, but when snacks are offered there can’t be much of an argument. The male muttered a “thank you” while chewing the savory treat. In that moment Soap and the others came into the room in their pajamas. The Scot almost laughed when he saw the position the private had been put in.

“Well ain’t this nice to see.” Soap said while ruffling the males hair to which the male attempted to bite his hand. Soap laughed and poked the males side before sitting down.

“L/n...look, I thought about what you had said and your right.” Price said as M/n looked him dead in the eye.

“We’ll be terminating him tomorrow, he won’t be bothering anyone else.” Price explains as M/n visibly relaxed. Seems like the removal of that one recruit made a big difference in the males mood which made them all happy.

“Alright...Lets watch a movie since we’re still up!” Gaz said happily while the other men hummed in agreement as M/n squirmed under the blanket.

“If one of you dont get me out this hot ass blanket we’re having problems.” M/n said as Soap hurriedly tool the blanket from around the male. The sound of the movie could be heard as all the men sat back and relaxed. M/n had his head on Ghosts shoulder while Soap had his head on M/n’s. Seems like they would be having a peaceful night.

#male reader #cod x male reader #gay #mw2 x male reader #male y/n #captain price x male reader #gaz x male reader #lgbtq #soap x male reader #ghost x male reader

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payasita · 7 months

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Good job getting ADHD medication! I’m so proud of you :D

thanks so so much im very happy and so hopeful for the first time maybe ever but also it TOOK ME LIKE. A YEAR. A YEAR.

like yall for real?? for real. for real i have been diagnosed since i was like six. (funny story my teacher thought i was on the spectrum so my parents get me tested with the nodes and shit and according to mom, who loves this story, my neurologist did all that and talked to me and then just turned to my mom and went "she's not autistic. she just hates the other kids" but they DID find an adhd diagnosis in there so net win for all of us)

diagnosed since i was SIX. on stimulants until i turned 8, and you know why i got off em? my pediatrician retired. we could not find another who would take our low-income insurance. so i just had to rawdog The Rest Of My Fucking Life. diagnosed when i was six. legally neurodivergent for 20 slutty slutty angry years.

and it still took me like. a few months to get a psych appointment. a few weeks to reaffirm my diagnosis as an adult. a few more weeks for another appointment for meds. he doesnt Want to do meds first, because i must have been doing fine without them if its been two decades, right? i got a job and a car and everything. well gee fuckin shittickers Dr. Brain Guy, just WHAT was my alternative? would you prefer i be maladapted to the point of incapacitation; is that what it takes for someone to be considered? i cheated my way through school. every day after work i sit for an hour in my car because i dont have the executive function to stand up and walk the ten steps to my house. garbage just appears around me. i have three empty bags of hot chip and two cans of sprite on my desk as we speak, neither from today. at that point i hadnt had a debit card for six months because that would have required me to Drive To The Bank, a location that was new to me in this area, so i just did everything on credit. is this all normal? is this fine? am i GOOD, actually, Dr. WeirdBrain?

so we cordially agree that yes i should probably be medicated. i want to do a stimulant. he does not want to put me on a stimulant. "stimulants can mess with your heart," he says, "and you're young, you don't want heart problems." i say ok because i dont want to make him think im just looking for narcotics. even though i am. because they WORK. i agree to try some kind of antidepressant.

the antidepressant gives me tachycardia. i go to the emergency room after reading a heartbeat of, oh, 140 bpm, which is about like double what it normally is and juuuust below the You Are Having A Heart Attack threshold. i get to the ER and the doctor there is very obviously convinced i'm a local addict having some sort of episode. it is the most ironic experience i've had all year and i feel an abrupt and all consuming kinship with those birds in australia that will swoop you and peck at your face for seemingly no good reason.

so yeah, we narrow it down to the antidepressant. as it turns out, these particular meds are known to, semi-commonly, Mess With Your Heart. i have my next appointment with my psych and somehow refrain from pecking his eyes out. he puts me on a noreprinephrine inhibitor(iirc) that isnt actually FDA approved to treat ADHD specifically(i DEFINITELY rc) but it IS given to smokers to help them quit. i dont smoke. i may very well fucking start before this whole ordeal is at the point where someone listens to me

it obviously does a combined total of jack and shit, and the man waffles with this one because he has "had success" using it as treatment for other ADHD patients. he ups the dose. twice. three months on the smoker meds, which are also apparently notorious for destroying your appetite, but they didnt even do THAT. no change to the average amount of hot chip on my desk.

he wants to try quelbree after that. i finally tell him i'm tired of this shit and would like to have more than two hours of usable daylight to function before it all falls to uncontrollable youtube shorts binges and a daily experience i like to call The Weighted Nothings and i would very much like to PLEASE. TRY A STIMULANT.

he's been friendly enough with me over these past four or five or whatever months but at this he gets suddenly very very business-baseline. gives me the whole spiel about the north american shortage. gives me a spiel about how i absolutely cannot, under any circumstances, lose or sell this medication, because they will not refill it if i do. i am sitting here wondering if he he's telling the truth about having other ADHD patients at all like ever in his career, and also, am i nuts or should the "don't sell your prescription drugs" bit apply to EVERYTHING? i dont fuckin know man i just live here

he says he wants a urine test first. its scheduled for two weeks out. i take it.

"hey uh, your piss came back with cannabis in it" "well it'd be weirder if it didn't, we are in california and i am a kitchen manager" "you can't have weed if you want adderall" "fine i'll stop" "we'll schedule you another test in a month" "aight bet" it didnt go exactly like that but this is kind of what the vibe between us has devolved into by this point.

anyway i wait a month and get a good grade in piss. i get the meds prescribed. i go to fill out the prescription

all i really need to say to you are the words "prior authorization error" for most of you to get what happened next.

the psych isnt even aware. i wait another month for our next meeting, which was yesterday. i do not yell at him. he tells me to take it up with the pharmacy, and yell at them. i am going to yell at them.

so i go, and guess what, it actually went through a while ago! NO ONE TOLD ME OR DR. FEEL-BAD OVER HERE. but we can't fill it right now because its a controlled substance so come back in a few hours. hey it's ready where the hell are you? TAKE YOUR METH AND GET OUT

anyway i started it today, reorganized my pantry, and fixed the fire alarm in my hallway that's been chirping at me for a week. i no longer have to wear earplugs to bed.

and with my newfound executive function superpowers, i will be spraying my weed-free piss all over Reagan's grave.

#personal #anyway thanks for the kind words anon #i am going to go lie down #ADHD #long post

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katemartinismywife · 22 days

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baby mama - k.m

☺︎ kate martin ☺︎ ☺︎ part one ☺︎

finding out you're pregnant Dani and Kate were on a lunch date when Dani got the call. "Hold on babe" Dani excused herself from the table and walked to the family restroom, entering and locking the door behind her. "Hey, Dr. Anderson! I'm doing great, you?"

Dani was trying to push past the small part to get the actual reason why they called. "I am sure you know why we called... the IVF treatment finally worked" Dani was in shock. It has taken multiple treatments for this to actually work.

Dani went through multiple mental troubles thinking that she couldn't give Kate the family she wanted. On the other hand, Kate hated how much these treatments affected Dani, so they had decided that if it didn't work one last time they were going to adopt.

"Danielle? Are you okay?" Dr. Anderson worried over the phone. "Yes. Oh my gosh. Thank you so much for everything." Dani wiped her tears off her face ending the phone call. Dani took some time to get herself together.

"You okay? You were gone for awhile" Kate asked seeing the look on her wife's face. "Yes baby, I am good" Dani leaned over the table giving Kate a quick kiss. "I love you" Dani smiled squeezing Kate's hand.

telling kate you're pregnant "Baby! I'm home!" Kate yelled placing her keys on the counter. "Hey sexy" Dani smirked kissing her wife's softly. "I missed you today" Kate stretched out letting her weight fall on Dani. "You can't be tired. I have a surprise for you" Dani smiled up at her.

"What is it?" Kate questioned looking around the house. Dani grabbed her arm pulling her onto the living room couch. "Cover your eyes" Kate smiled placing her hands over her eyes. Dani ran to their room grabbing two boxes.

"Open your eyes"

"Baby what is all this?"

"Open them. I can't wait any longer" Dani replied hiding her smile. Kate looked at her giddy wife and opened the smaller box. She shook the box thinking it was empty since it was so light. She opened the box seeing fairy lights surrounding a note. "Baby" Kate pouted already about to cry.

"No, no don't cry please" Dani frowned sitting beside her wife. Kate fanned her eyes with the card laughing. "I love you so much" Dani said letting a tear fall. Kate saw the short sentence and looked at her wife.

BABY MARTIN 2024

"You're lying. Please don't play with me" Kate laughed wrapping her arms around Dani. "Open the other box, there's more" Dani laughed leaning her head against her shoulder. Kate quickly opened the box seeing two more of the same note with three pregnancy test in the box.

"I'm confused?" Kate looked at her wife. "Three babies in my belly" Dani smiled pointing at her stomach. Kate rested her elbows on her knees with her hands on her face. "Baby" Dani placed kisses on Kate's head and rubbed her back.

"I love you" Kate muttered kneeling in front of Dani. She placed soft kisses onto her belly.

"We love you so much more"

three heartbeats "How does it feel to be mommies," Dr. Anderson asked the happy couple. "Tiring already" Dani laughed rubbing her growing belly. "I love it. I can't wait for them to be here" Kate smiled squeezing Dani's hand.

"Today we are going to look at each baby and hear all three of their heartbeats" Dr. Anderson placed the ultrasound gel onto Dani's stomach. "You mommies ready?" Kate and Dani both nodded smiling. The room filled with loud beating. "That's baby A, they're the ones sitting on your bladder" Kate wiped hers and Dani's tears once they started pouring.

"Here's baby B. They are flipping you off right now. They don't like being woken up" Dr. Anderson laughed seeing the angry baby. "Reminds me of someone I know" Kate spoke side eyeing Dani. "Shut up" Dani quietly laughed wiping her face.

"Here baby C. The quiet one. Sweet angel face" Dr. Anderson let their heartbeat play before cleaning Dani off. "Thank you, Dr. Anderson" Kate smiled at the lady before looking at her wife. "I can't believe we are having three babies" Dani leaned back dramatically.

"Praying baby b doesn't have that much sass like you do" Kate smirked dodging a soft nudge from her wife. "I'm not sassy. Now let's go get some Olive Garden" Dani smirked giving Kate a kiss.

☺︎ PART TWO COMING SOON ☺︎

#kate martin #wcbb #iowa wbb #iowa #kate martin x reader #pregnancy #wlw #wives #aged up au #au #part one #you are loved

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barcalover86 · 9 months

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Healthy break up - Pablo Gavi (a)

"Tell me, please. Whatever it is, I will stay by your side. Always"

When Gavi heard what you said he closed his eyes in order not to cry.

"That's the thing, y/n."

"Look, Pablo. It's ok, I promise you. Everything will be ok"

He breathed in and out before he decided to speak.

"You don't deserve what I'm going to tell you and it's hurting me just thinking that you might hate me after this."

"I won't hate you. I can't hate you." you said while trying to console him.

"I tried so hard to get rid off this feeling, trust me. I hate myself for it and if I could control it, I would. These days have been... hard. Really hard and I know you told me multiple times to speak my thoughts to you. That's what people that love eachother do, but I just can't. I've been feeling so lonely and sad without having a reason. We are most of the time far away from eachother and I feel like our schedules can't combine."

With every word that was leaving Gavi's mouth, your heart would break. You still decided to hear him say everything, before you could speak.

"Please, forgive me for this. Please.." he escaped a sob from his mouth. "I want what's best for you and right now I'm not the perfect boy, understand me.. please, y/n!."

Your hands went on your tearful eyes. Gavi took them and wiped your tears away from your face.

"I am sorry that I feel like this. It's all my fault and I'm truly-".

"Shh, shh." you said while touching slowly his cheeks. "It's no one's fault, ok?"

"No, y/n. I'm so stupid. I can't find happiness with you and it hurts me-"

"Pablo, stop." you smiled sadly. "I understand you."

He started to cry in your arms, while your hands went on his hair, playing with it.

"Forgive me.."

"I do, Pablo. I forgive you."

You tried to find the strength to speak again and when you did, you managed hard not to cry.

"Thank you for telling me. Thank you for trusting me."

"I love you.. I really do." he said it for the last time while looking into your eyes.

And for the last time, you two kissed. A kiss that could be never forgotten..

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"It's ok, sweetheart.." your mom said while you were crying hard in her arms.

"He said he can't be happy with me, mama.."

It's been days since you and Pablo broke up and you weren't doing too good. You understood his feelings, but all the time healthy break ups are tge worst. You know he loves you, but sometimes love is not enough.

Gavi was sad and tired all the time. He didn't speak much about your break up, knowing if he would say something that reminds him of you, he would break down right there.

It was hard to pretend that nothing was happening, but this is going to be the best for both of you.

Even now, after time had passed, you would still go to support him at his games. He never saw you, but somehow, he all the time felt you there..

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Today you didn't feel the need to do anything, but you woke up because someone was knocking at your door.

You were all moody today and when you saw that there was actually no one standing in front of your door, you got angry until you saw some flowers and a letter.

You were confused and when you saw the initials, you started to tear up.

You looked everywhere. You only wanted to see him. Unfortunately, he was nowhere.

There were your favorite flowers.. he still remembers it.

You open the letter, read it, put it in your heart and closed your eyes.

'Today would have been our 2 year anniversary. I don't want you to be sad or cry. I want this day to remind you that things are going to come and some are going to end. It is part of our lives and we must understand these stuff. You were the person that thought me how to love someone more than myself. You made me shine when I was at my lowest. I hope that this is going to be the step you will do to forget about sadness. Remember our memories, but forget me. Hugs, P. G'

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#fc barca #fc barcelona #football #gavi #pablo gavi #pablo gavira #pablo martín páez gavira #gavi imagine #gavi x reader #gavi x yn #gavi angst #gavi x you #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you

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tkaulitzlvr · 8 months

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IF YOU WALK AWAY - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: tom has finally brought you to your breaking point, but once he makes a proposition that changes your relationship forever, will you be able to go through with leaving him?

contents: arguing, just angst basically lol

"why can't you just listen to me tom, for once? i don't like them flirting with you, and i certainly don't like you fucking entertaining it, whilst i'm right next to you!" i shout across the room, palms flush against the counter, my breathing heavy as i become more and more frustrated.

this argument had been going on for at least a half hour now. tom had been doing an interview with tokio hotel, and as usual i came along, watching from the sidelines. each interview comes with signing the autographs of crazy fangirls, which i always dreaded. it wasn't tom that i didn't trust - it was them. but today, i came to the realisation that my doubts should’ve been placed on him way sooner. the way he had his hand on her shoulder, then flirted back with another girl, then had his eyes glued to another's cleavage, made me feel completely invisible. but, much to my surprise, he couldn't seem to understand where my anger was coming from, leading us to this point.

"they are my fans! what do you want me to do? you're acting like i'm cheating on you!" he shoots back, shaking his head and sighing heavily.

my mouth drops open at his cluelessness. "you can't be serious tom. i want you to have some respect for your girlfriend! is that so much to ask? and honestly, it wouldn't fucking surprise me if you had slept with someone else.” i fire back.

he pauses, a look of hurt washing over his face as he processes the allegation i have just made. "you really think that i'd cheat on you? do you not trust me at all?" he asks, clenching his jaw. whilst that was a strong accusation to make, the things i saw today made the thought no longer seem so crazy.

"what else am i supposed to think? the way you look at them, basically eye-fucking them, whilst i stand next to you. do you know how humiliating that is for me tom? do you have any fucking idea?"

"can you stop overreacting jesus christ?" he raises his voice, throwing his arms into the air. "i don't know how many fucking times we will go through this, i'm with you not them. why do you let the smallest fucking things bother you? i'm tired of having this conversation with you when you blow literally everything way out of proportion."

“you really don’t get it, do you?” i scoff, clenching my jaw as any patience i had is now lost.

“if i had given you a reason to act like this then yeah, i would! but you’re acting out over me interacting with fans! do you realise how ridiculous you sound?” he responds, moving closer towards me, testing the waters as to whether i will blow up further at him attempting to near our proximity, or allow him to touch me.

“so flirting with other girls is just a daily interaction, huh? something you do so nonchalantly it doesn’t even cross your fucking mind, until i call you out and you act like i’m some crazy, controlling girlfriend who can’t handle you speaking to other girls? i won’t have you turn this shit around on me tom, you’re the one that’s fucked up here!” i yell, pointing at his chest and hitting it slightly, my breathing heavy as i anticipate his response.

he sighs, accepting the small hit and looking into my eyes, his still angry, but he doesn’t fire back. instead, he takes a deep breath before sternly speaking, his voice harsh yet composed. “look, can you just calm down? i need to cool off, we can talk about this when you’ve stopped acting so irrational.” he slowly replies, turning around and beginning to walk towards the couch.

"irrational? fuck you tom. you know what, if you want to flirt with them, i'm not gonna stop you. i'm not gonna fight for you anymore. go ahead and sleep with them. do whatever, i'm done." i shout, walking to our shared bedroom and angrily grabbing a suitcase before he can respond, throwing my clothes in there, his footsteps soon following.

"what? no, are you crazy? baby stop, you're not thinking straight. i'm sorry okay?" he pleads, placing his hand on my shoulder and attempting to pull me into a hug.

"get off of me!" i say, tearing myself out of his grasp and continuing to pack everything i can find into my suitcase. whilst i would love to accept his embrace, melting into it as i usually would after an argument, i can't this time.

"stop, please. can we just...talk about this? don't leave me, i love you-"

"no you don't tom! if you loved me, you wouldn't flirt with people right in front of me, and you'd understand when i confront you about it! look just, don't make this any harder than it has to be." i interrupt, my voice trailing off as tears begin to cloud my vision, threatening to spill out at any second. i zip up the suitcase, biting my tongue to stop my emotions getting the better of me, and turn towards the door.

"fuck- can you just... slow down, please? i can't lose you my love. i won't be anything without you." his voice is becoming shaky now as he stands in front of the doorway of our bedroom, blocking my way.

"tom move. it's over." i say bluntly, tears rolling down my cheeks as i tightly clutch the suitcase.

"no! no. i'm not giving up on us." he shakes his head, not moving and instead staring into my eyes pleadingly, searching for any hint that i am changing my mind.

"you're making this so much more difficult." i whisper, unable to control the tears as they roll down my cheeks, dripping onto the floor.

"what because i want to fix this? why are you giving up so easily, you know that we can move past this, but you're not even gonna fucking try? this is such bullshit and you know it." he replies, his voice wavering. he is becoming angry, losing his ability to talk calmly as 2 adults would, his hopeless begging now turning into bursts of unanticipated rage.

“you didn’t care this much 5 minutes ago. why now? just get out of my way.” i demand, becoming tired of his desperate pleas to stop me. my mind is made, and though i wish things were different, i know that i can’t let him win.

shaking my head, i manage to push past him, bolting for the door. my hand hesitantly reaches the handle, about to turn it, before his voice stops me in my tracks.

"if you walk out that door," he begins, as i turn to face him. his eyes are glossy, eyebrows furrowed. he pauses, almost debating on speaking his mind. he takes a deep breath, before continuing. "then i don't want to see you again."

my stomach turns, feeling as if i have been punched in the gut, because those words have the same impact. my mouth opens to say something, but i cannot find the right words. instead, i stand there stunned, my hand still fixed on the door handle. tom looks at me in a way that i have never seen before, his lips pursed together as he blinks slowly, tears falling down his soft skin once he reopens his eyes.

"you don't mean that." i reply, my voice coming out as a whisper. i hope that he is bluffing, that he is saying those words just to get me to stay, somewhere in my mind convincing me that he would never leave me - for good. however the way his gaze refuses to falter, his beautiful eyes staring into mine, tells me that he is telling the truth.

"if you leave, then i can't see you again." he re-iterates, his voice breaking. his mind is working against his heart, he knows that he cannot live without me, but is willing to say literally anything to make me stay, no matter how irrational.

"fuck." i mutter, moving my hand away from the handle and instead roughly slamming it against the door. my eyes squeeze shut, lips quivering as i shake my head, sliding down the door until my body collapses there, sobbing as i cannot bring myself to leave, no matter how hard i try. the idea of never seeing him again makes my heart ache, the possibility of it becoming a reality terrifying me so much that i cannot even think of walking away anymore.

"why do i have to love you so much? it makes this shit so much harder." i ask, looking upwards as my eyes meet with his. i am angry, confused, sad, every emotion courses through my mind, but most of all, i am in love. it is the thing that makes me act so crazy, that makes me lose all my morals. but i would lose everything all over again if it meant that i could be with tom.

his face softens as he slowly approaches me, sitting down beside me and grabbing my face in his hands, holding it so gently as if it could break. slowly, he begins kissing the tears from my face, one by one, not letting anymore fall as his lips touch my cheeks repeatedly, replacing the bitterness with his warm kiss, until they are no longer falling.

"i love you." is all he says, caressing my cheek with his thumb, staring into my eyes lovingly, his still bloodshot from the tears he shed.

"my heart hurts." i begin, placing my hands over his. "but i'll never be able to stop it from loving you."

#tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz angst #kaulitz #tom kaulitz fluff #angst #bill kaulitz #tokiohotel #kaulitz twins #tom kaulitz smut

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for putting dishes I didn't know were washed in the dishwasher?

SMH this is the stupidest fight but I need outside perspective.

I (33f) still live with my dad (68m); reasons why aren't important it's just been a life thing.

We've lived in the same house since I was an infant, and the house is in great shape except for one thing: we have mice. We never used to this bad, maybe one or two a year, but it's gotten to the point we have to set traps out every night (Dad doesn't believe in humane traps and cats are out of the question).

They've recently started getting into our silverware drawers, making me reluctant to use anything since I don't know how clean anything is; mice pee as they go and it's apparently only visible by blacklight? So anything that looked clean could actually have been dribbled on.

Over the past 6 months I've gotten tired of being the only one who cares and flat out told my dad we needed to do something like hire an exterminator to find where they're getting in and he refused. IDK why, maybe because he knows I'm moving out eventually, and he wants to sell the house when that happens and he figures he can leave it for the next owners? Anyway, I told him he can clean the silverware the next time the mice use the drawer as a litterbox. Well they did the other day, and I reminded him today that he still hadn't cleaned it. He said he would. I checked later and all the poop was gone, but I didn't know if he'd washed everything or just picked up the poop (which he's done in the past and said "It's fine") and started loading everything into the dishwasher. He came in mid-loading and got angry I did that instead of asking him.

So am I the AH for trying to keep us from ingesting mouse droppings?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #unsanitary cw

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xatsperesso · 1 year

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What if the boys know mc before going to rad?

It was 3 AM

Of course it was 3 am

I was just in the kitchen making myself a sandwich to avoid the existential crisis that's waiting to happen

And i do my lil-not-safe-around-knives-habit of closing my eyes and kinda doing things blindly when im tired. Then i saw a flash of light through my closed eyelids

That was the first time.

I open my eyes quickly and immediately see a chest

That is not my fluffy white cat's chest. That's a man

My eyes squint at the chest in front of me before looking for the head. It was fluffy orange head staring at my plate. The sandwich i blindly made using way too much cheese, pickles and tomatoes even though i dont like tomatoes.

I give the guy my sandwich

He smiles at me, gulps it then disappears

I really need to sleep. It's not funny anymore

The second time it's happened I was lounging in my living room enjoying a lazy day with my cat. Just scrolling through the tv, trying to find anything-

Ahem

I whip my head around and see green impatient eyes looking down at me.

"Did you summon me here to just stare or do you have a reason?" He glares at me

I stare back

He starts getting angry

I raise my cat's head as a peace offering

He looks at the cat, no anger could be seen and starts to pet it. I imagined the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Is that all?" I nod

"You're sacrificing this cat to me?" I pull my cat closer, profusely shaking my head.

He looks annoyed but he disappears like the first one

This isn't a one time thing

Dammit, i need to deal with this

It's taken me a couple of sleepless nights and endless research, but that's probably what i need to do.

I light the candles around the scripts, try my best to pronounce the words correctly, and wait as smoke encases the room.

"You are in the presence of The Great Solomon. Tell me, young sorcerer, why-" i grab his black robe and stare dead in his eyes

"Is talking to demons dangerous?? Will they steal my voice???" I ask as my voice wobbles, tears threatening to fall

"It's just that last time he was talking to me and i was afraid cause this has never happened to me before but it felt so rude not to answer when he started asking me and it was like he was judging me and-"

"Woah woah, calm down! Demons cant steal voices unless it's in the contract" I stare at his awkward, uncomfortable smile trying to find any signs of lies

"Thank fuck" I let out the hugest sigh of relief, and let go of the sorcerer "I sorry, this has been stressing me out but i shouldn't have grabbed you like that. Tea?"

"Yes, thank you, and it’s alright. This is why i made it possible for magicians to summon me. I take it that you've been summoning demons lately?"

"Nah, they just sorta appear out of nowhere"

He blinks at me

I blink at him

"What-"

I was engrossed in the horror movie. The music was getting louder. They were hiding from the it. they were running. One of them tripped cause of course they have to trip. The music is so loud now. They barely manage to hide-

"I, THE GREAT MAM-" I scream so loud the white haired demon gets startled.

"O-OI! What’s yo de-" screams from the tv interrupts him as the character got dragged by that-that thing and it started torturing them for fun-

Lots of screams, huddles, and complaints were heard that day

"Gosh, i wish they weren't so busy today" I sighed as i continued playing mario carts alone "i really wanna kick someone's ass"

Just say the word and god will deliver

The light appeared once again, and out came a blue haired demon and-ohmylord is that a tail!

Thank whoever keeps summoning them, now my boredom will cease to exist

"Ugh, why did you have to summon me now, normie"

...Ya know, maybe im not that bored

Still, i pick the extra controller and toss it at him. He caught it with his tail (damn i want a tail)

"Wha-! Don't just throw controllers-"

"Wanna play? I bet I'm gonna win"

The demon stared at me for a second, looked at the tv to see the mario cart game. He seemed tempted

"Tch, I'm not gonna lose to some normie" he plopped down besides me and chose a character

...I'm gonna decimate him

"Hah! Noob"

"Shut up! You must be cheating!"

My cat gave me something

This was the first time

I was not ready

A red-head suddenly appeared in the living room

He looked mildly confused, but was smiling nonetheless. He looked ready to say something, probably cheerful.

I burst out crying

That made him panic, and that's probably when he noticed the blood in my hands

My cat gave me a headless bird, and that left me shaken

Somehow, he ended up cradling my hysteric form as i cried

After i calmed down and thanked him for trying to comfort me, he said it was nothing and left

He looked very confused the whole time

Halloween was around the corner, and i decided I'm aiming for traumatizing people.

i took out my make-up, pulled up a 5 minutes craft video, and tried my best to imitate.

turns out im very good at make-up. it looked like someone cut up my face and blood was oozing out!

of course, a demon had to show up now of all times

i look at the light, and the demon comes out of it twirling like a ballerina.

he seems like a weird guy

"You've summoned me, Asmo-oh my! you're hurt. sorry, but I'm not really fit for this kind of things" he said, eyeing me up and down "unless you have a good payment for it~"

"...ignoring that, I'm not actually hurt. This is just make-up!"

"Oooh! That is pretty good, would fooled anyone! but it's not cute at all. let me show you how to look hella cute" he comes close, nabbing a make-up sponge out of nowhere

"W-wait! I'm doing this for halloween!! I want to look scary!" He grabs the makeup remover and grabs my face

"C'mon, sweetheart, scary is overrated! Just let Asmodeus take care of it~"

Once again, it is 3 am. I need a better sleeping schedule.

I'm in the kitchen making some hot chocolate, when he came. In all his grumpy glory holding a pillow.

"Dammit, what the fuck do you want, human"

His voice was laced with malice

His eyes stared me down with hatred

He was murderous

I need to be careful around this one

...but

It's 3 am. I'm tired. Too tired to deal with this shit.

I return to my hot chocolate on the stove "want some hot coaco?" He squinted at me, warily

Fair. I'm a stranger after all

"What kind of ploy-"

"Just hot chocolate" i grab more milk, more choco. Maybe I'll add more marshmallows too "I'm planning to drink some at the roof. The stars look bright tonight. Wanna join?"

He was still untrutsful, he was still wary, but when i put a cup im front of him and headed upstairs, he followed.

He just sat quietly, i tried my best to not look at him a lot, try making him feel safe.

It was nice. We didn't talk, we stayed far away from each other. He left his cup for me to clean.

But it was nice

Shit shit shitshitshitshi-

That's all i can think of as i scramble to get on top of the table. Im so not fit for this

A light, my savior, appeared leaving behind green haired demon

Yes, he's gonna-and he's already on top of the fridge, staring in fear

"WHAT Are you doing?!" I screamed cause what the fuck??

"You must have Misunderstood something. I am not to be summoned for such things"

"... WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT OF YOU HAVING ALL THIS DEMONIC POWERS IF YOU'RE SCARED OF A FUCKING RAT"

"May I remind you that you too-"

Meow

"*Gasp*, Satan!" I yelled in relief as my fluffy hero came and chased the mouse out of the room

"Pfft"

"You got a problem with my kitty?" I grumbled, getting off the table on shaky legs to get tan-tan, my hero, some treats and cuddles

Unlike a certain someone who's still on top of the fridge

"Not at all, it just reminds me of someone" he hopped off the fridge and came to give my kitty a few pet

I smiled. Seems like demons like cats.

Or maybe satan is a demon cat

"if that's all, i will be going then. I still have duties to finish"

And just like that, he vanished.

Squeak

Oh. Right.

The mouse is still in the house somewhere

Alright, time to work

I'm sitting cross-legged, tablet on my thighs, stylus in my hand and trying figure out how hair works

"Ah. Where...am i?" He asks, looking very confused

A bright light, much brighter than any other appeared, and the person who came out of it seemed to glow

That's a first

"You're in my house. You don’t..look like a demon?? Sorry if that..offends you?"

"Don't worry, I'm not offended at all" he waved his hand dismissively "I'm not a demon, though. I'm an angel. Were you trying to summon a demon?"

"No, they actually just suddenly appear around me. I didn't know this could happen to an angel"

"Well, i didn't know an angel could be summoned" he looked kinda dazed

Im not sure what to do

"Are you..okay?" He looked at me for a moment, a soft smile plastered on his face

"No"

"...do you, want to drink something? I could fix you some coffee"

"Yes, that would be delightful. Thank you" he slowly dropped to the ground, staring at a spot on the wall

It was very awkward until he realised he could just leave

I think he's got an existential crisis to deal with

This time I didn’t see a bright light, i heard a 10 year-old scream

I ran out of the kitchen, an egg still in my hand to see who the fuck is screaming in my living room

Lo and behold, it was a 10 year old

"Wh-where am i?! Why am i here?! Did-did you do this??!" The kid was near tears at that point

"Hey, hey hey, calm down" i slowly drop to my knees "it's alright, buddy. i know suddenly being transported here is very scary. Is this your first time?"

"Alright, thank you for telling me," he's glowing like the other angel. An angel too? "You're in my house right now. Do you know how to do magic? Like teleports and stuff? So you can get back home?"

"Y-yes" he's still near tears. He’s also far away from me, untrusting, but he's not screaming. I call that a success

He sniffs, then lowers the arms that were shielding him

"No, b-but I'm sure simeon will know that I'm here and will come get me!"

"That's great! But it might take him a while to figure out where you are. Do you wanna help me make some cupcakes until then? You'll of course take some home with you" he brightened up at that. So cute

"Y-yes! What kind of cupcakes are we making? Is that the kitchen? I happen to have these ingredients that are from the celestial realm and will make the cupcakes taste better!"

I smiled as i entered the kitchen behind him. He's so cute

"Seems like you know how to bake"

"Of course! I love baking things, and all the angels say that my baking is good! Don't worry, with me here your cupcakes will be the best cupcakes you've ever tasted! Simeon says that-" and like that he's taken over my batter and started adding stuff to it, only needing my assistance when something is on a higher shelf

An hour later, the same angel from before ("Simeon, look! We made cupcakes! Want one?) Came and took the lil' guy ("what's your name? I'm luke!") Away, promising him that he can have more play dates with me when I'm free

The guy, Simeon, looked like ge has yet to recover from his existential crisis

And just like that, the demons and angels kept being coming

"Oi, you will not believe how much money this scheme got me-"

And going

"Sorryy, but i gotta go now. How about we go to that centre next time?"

They kept coming with their antics

"Hah! Noob"

"At least not a normie anymore"

With their surprises

"What do you mean you're the prince of devildom? How the fuck do you keep ending up here?? Aren't you supposed to be the hardest to summon???"

With their favors

"MC! I am so happy i got here I've just found a new recipe in this book can we try it??"

With their worries

"My twin has been acting weird. He’s less objecting of lucifers plans, but its..very strange? and of coming out of nowhere"

Some still get shaken whenever they come

"Oh. I'm here again. I, thought it was gonna be that one time. Ha ha."

"...how about you sit down. On the couch this time"

And some decide to leave the second they see my face

"Oh, my apologies, but i must-"

"You will sit your ass down and you will drink the tea i make you or i swear i will-"

...Some have found out my address and just decided to make my house theirs

"Hey, apprentice! How about we learn how to-"

"Solomon, we've trained for 5 damn hours yesterday. I'm not uttering a single spell until I, at the very least, eat some damned breakfast"

I started learning more about them

"You named your cat after me?!"

"Your name is satan?!"

I started seeing them grow more comfortable around me

"I don't like humans, but, maybe not all humans are bad"

"...that sound kinda racist-"

"You know what I mean"

Months passed by, and I'm pretty sure i became close with all of them

Until the unimaginable happened

I got summoned

In a flash of light, i was somewhere else wearing different clothes(do their clothes also change?) I looked around to see-

"Guys!!" I screamed happily, it's always fun being around them

"MC!!" They screamed, their enthusiasm matching mine, but they all suddenly froze

"Wait, you know mc??" They turned to each other very confused, and suddenly questions were thrown, their voices growing louder and louder, and im just looking at them contemplating whether to break up the fight that will inevitably star-

"Silence!" A black haired demon suddenly yelled, and everyone stopped yelling "how do you all know of this human?"

Everyone stared at him, gears turning in their minds.

"LoL, Lucifer's the only one who doesn't MC"

They all joined forces (except for beel, the sweetheart) to tease black hair( Lucifer?) Over not being summoned before

"...are they always this loud?" I turn to Barbatos, who's looking very amused

"Yes, they've always been like this"

"Did you really never meet Lucifer, mc?"

"Ive heard of him. They always complain about him, especially satan and belphie"

"Well, worry not! I'd be more than glad to tell you all about Lucifer! I know the most about him, as he's my right hand man after all"

"...I thought you were talking about Barbs, your literal butler. The same guy who's taken care of since you were a baby" i heard a sigh from the greenette beside me

"One can only dream"

-- *bonus*

Knock knock

I looked at the door tiredly. Why would they willingly come to me at 1 am

still, I get up to open the door, and behind it was no other than Lucifer.

Weird, i could've sworn he was trying to avoid me all day

"Ahem, i apologise for disturbing you at this late hour. May i talk to you for a moment?" I let him into my room, then plop myself on one of the cushions on the floor.

He looked at me hesitantly

"You dont have to sit on the floor. There are chairs over there if you want" i say, but he shakes his head. He then attempts to, very awkwardly, sit on a cushion on the floor

Alright then

"So, what do you want to talk about" he looks out of his depth. Like he doesn't know what to say

Fair. No one knows how to talk properly at 1 am, and he looks like he'd rather get a seizure than talk in anything less than formal.

So I just accepted that this might take a while, and started playing with a rubiks cube satan gave me

I hate this cube

After a long moment of lucifer staring at me, he sighed

"I heard that you're the reason belphegor's..views on humans have changed"

"I guess that's what happened? I'm not really sure I'm the reason though. All I've done is give him some drinks or food, lend him my bed and occasionally talk to him. I didn't even try to change anything" i scratched my neck. This is somehow more awkward than Simeon's first visit

"Nonetheless, you were a big reason for what my brother's change, and I've noticed some changes in my other siblings. Positive changes."

"Well, it's nice knowing that I'm a good influence?" I really want him to just get over it. It's late and he's in my room and it's just very awkward

He looks at me for a moment, open his mouth to say-

"For fuck’s sake, Lucifer, just thank them already"

"Belphie! What are you doing in the exchange student's bed?" He asks very accusatory, as if he's not in the 'exchange student's' room so late into the night

"He’s been passed out there since dinner"

"And where were you planning on sleeping tonight" that's a trick question that i know the answer to

"LoL what's sleep" and i instantly regret saying that. That was not the right answer. His face is screaming it

"Just stay out of trouble, human" he gets up and goes to leave the room

He stops at the door way, and looks me in the eye

"Continue being a good influence on my brothers" then he closed the door behind him

"Don't worry," belphie yawns in his pillow " he's just like that. I'm sure you're be able to turn him around"

"Just make sure not to capture his heart too" he mumbled as he went back into deep slumber

Hah. Don't worry belphie

There's no way someone could like me in that way

I continue tinkering with the cube, solving it a couple of time, forget how to solve the xube and get frustrated, and before I knew it the sun was up again

Another day of trying to survive the boys' shenanigans

And I cant help but smile at that

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Unwanted Marriage | Chapter 8 - Time to strike back

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"Y/N, you haven't fully recovered yet, why were you discharged from the hospital so fast? I think you should just resign, you are the wife of Natasha Romanoff, you should not be bullied by others." Brooke commented as everyone was in your room, trying to care for you. "It's okay, Brooke. It's not a big deal. You go ahead with what you're doing, I'm fine." You have a forced smile to please her.

"Tell me, what actually happened today?" You told her from the beginning without leaving anything out. "That was it, Don't worry, Sharon took my pictures, as long as I can take back the pictures, they can't deny it. You don't need to worry about this. I will handle it." She sighed but nodded her head.

"Y/N..." She reached closer to you. "As I've said, we are partners. I can protect you and remove every stumbling block that is in your path."

"Natasha, I, Y/N Y/L/N, won't simply be humiliated by others. I can handle it myself. Only in this way am I qualified to be called Mrs Romanoff."

"The doctor said that you still need to apply medicine on the bruises on your body. Let me apply it for you." You were going to refuse, until you saw Natasha's resolve. You weren't used to being affectionate with Natasha, but you let her anyway. This was the most intimate you have been with Natasha, awake. You lifted your shirt and allowed her to put the ointment on your bruise where Sharon kicked. You sensed that Natasha had more to say, but keeps changing her mind as you hear her sigh each time. "Be more careful. I'm not with you all the time."

===

When you were all better and Natasha finally allowed you to leave the house, you went back to work.

"How weird, why is she still not here?" Wanda mumbled as she spied the entrance. "Wanda, what are you doing?" Millicent hit her head with a file she was holding. "N-nothing."

"Did you see Sharon? I have something to talk to her about." She asked. Wanda shook her head. "Weird, I've never seen her being late for so long. Maybe something happened?"

"What can possibly happen? Perhaps she is feeling guilty and is hiding from something she's done."

"You're always thinking about nonsense like this. Go and do your work."

In the breakroom, you were refilling your water when you finally saw Sharon. Seeing how dishevelled she was, you knew she was coming for you and shifted your cup to get hot water. "Sharon, what happened to you? Why do you look so dishevelled?"

"Bitch, how dare you?!" She tried to slap you but you caught her hand before she was able to do so. "Sharon, why are you so angry? Did I do something wrong?"

"Stop pretending! You are behind what happened this morning, right? You actually did what I had done to you back on me? Are you tired of living?"

"Sharon, what are you talking about? What did you do to me?" You asked, but she remained silent. She was unable, could not admit what she did to you here in public. "Even you yourself can't say it out loud. You must be mistaken so you came to me. Though work is important, I advise you to go home and sober up first before coming back to work."

She pulled your arm, causing your cup filled with warm water to splash on her. "Ah! You bitch! You scalded me!"

"I'm so sorry, Sharon. Why did you pull me out of the blue? I wasn't paying attention."

"Get lost." She pushed you and you made a dramatic fall. "Sharon, you're too much. You're an editor. I'm only a junior staff member. You're targeting me for no reason. I can only stay away but you still want to pull me. I accidentally poured warm water on you. And I wanted to help you wipe it."

"I saw it just now. It was Sharon who didn't want to let her go." // "That water wasn't even hot right? Just look at her, so dramatic!" The breakroom wasn't empty and there were whispers coming from other staff members.

"Sharon..." You stood up from the floor. "I felt that your forehead was a bit hot just now, do you need to go to the hospital? If not, it will be bad if you burn your brain." You turned her body and directed her out with you.

"Y/N Y/L/N! I definitely won't let you off!"

"Very well," You leaned closer to her ear. "You can go back and tell Stephanie that if she truly wants to find trouble, don't blame me for being rude." You sent her off before walking back to your table.

"Y/N... you are indeed my idol..." Wanda cheered. "I only returned what she taught me. Isn't Natasha your idol?" You teased. "Can't I have more than one?

"Y/N Y/L/N, you have an express delivery. Please sign for it." The receptionist called for you. "99 roses are really heavy. My arms are broken after carrying them here." You thanked her before signing the papers.

"Why did he send you flowers?" Wanda asked after realising it was Marcus who sent you the roses. "Is it not enough for you to be misunderstood? He just won't give up." You told Wanda to go do her work, there was nothing much for her to see here.

Not long after, you see Marcus's contact on your phone, ringing.

M: Y-Y/N! That's great, I didn't think you'll answer!"

You: What's the matter?

M: I want to treat you to a meal, is it okay? Don't worry, it won't take too much time. Doesn't your company want to interview me? As long as it is you, I will accept the interview at any time.

You: If I'm meeting you for work, I guess Stephanie won't get mad right?

M: She does not allow you to meet me?!

You: No, no!

M: Don't worry, Stephanie will not do anything to you, I will protect you!

You: Well, see you soon.

This was your chance to pay back what Stephanie did to you and you won't let it slip by. "Wanda, I'm meeting Mr Lancaster for an interview. When Mr Stark comes back, please let him know that Mrs Lancaster's interview is no longer needed." You told her as you packed your bag and took the flowers. "Do you want me to come along? Just in case his wife comes again, and you will be in trouble."

"Don't worry, everything will be alright."

Roses? Oh, Marcus, my favourite flower has always been magnolia.

===

Once again, Marcus was making sure he's looking suave, ensuring his hair looks right and his collar done properly as he waited for you to arrive.

"Ms Y/L/N, this way please." The waitress showed you to your room. "Y/N! You're here!"

You sat down at the table and the waiter poured you a glass of red. "Wasn't the interviewee changed to my sister? Why did you still call me?" You asked. "Stephanie accepted the interview?"

You took out some papers from your bag and placed it on the table. "You can take a look, the company has already arranged it for printing."

"I will accept your interview! Stephanie's interview is therefore invalid now, I don't need her to replace me." The waiter came back in to serve the dishes. "These are all your favourite dishes. I ordered them specifically for you."

"Thank you." You were sending a message on your phone, not really interested in the plates being placed on the table. "Brother-in-law, thank you for accepting this interview. Otherwise, they would think I was causing trouble to your company and fire me." It was time to put your plan into action.

"Did Stephanie do something to you?"

"How is it possible? My sister didn't do anything." You shook your head and smiled. "You're lying! The previous incident at the hotel was caused by her! Now she is pestering me obsessively like a crazy woman!" He said frustratedly.

"Brother-in-law, don't be like this." You tried to calm him down. "Y/N, don't call me brother-in-law. I have always been your Marcus, let's start over again, okay?" He reached across the table to hold your hands. "I can divorce Stephanie, and then I will take good care of you in the future. Let bygones be bygones, okay?"

Suddenly, there was a break in and Stephanie came rushing into the room. "Marcus! Y/N Y/L/N! You're shameless, how dare you seduce Marcus behind my back?!" She shouted at you and prompted Marcus to stand up from his seat and made sure she wasn't getting closer to you. "Stephanie, we are just doing the interview, don't make this a fuss! It's really shameful!"

"Shameful? Have you lost your mind!? Or do you like this shameless mistress?"

"Y/N, please go back first, this is my private matter, it's none of your business." Stephanie managed to break away from Marcus and stopped you. "Don't think of leaving here! Y/N, stop pretending! You dare say this was not sent by you?" It was a photo of Marcus smiling with papers in his hands. "What is it? Let me see..." You took her phone from her and swiped to the next picture and saw your photo where you were ambushed in the washroom.

"Sister... how come you have such pictures?" You acted shocked and looked at her. "What?"

"My colleague thought I stole her interview and humiliated me in the company. Why do you have the picture from that incident? Sister, don't tell me... You instructed Sharon Carter?" You acted as if you were disappointed in her as Marcus snatched the phone from her. "Marcus, I don't know what she's talking about, I have no idea of this picture."

"Stephanie! I never expected you would actually collaborate with Y/N's colleague to bully her! She is your sister!"

"Marcus! I really didn't do this kind of thing, you must believe me!" You can't lie that you didn't enjoy watching them quarrel. She held onto your shoulders and said, "You explain it to Marucs quickly, the photo has nothing to do with me!"

"How do I explain? The picture is on your phone. How does it have nothing to do with you?"

"Did you know that I almost died? Did you think that all my injuries and being hospitalised were fake?"

"Y/N Y/L/N, you bitch!" You acted as if you were hurt by her words and walked out from the room when in fact you were barely holding in your smile.

===

"This is roughly what happened this morning. So you can put your mind at ease now." You told Natasha what you had done to Stephanie during the day. "And about Sharon, thank you."

"Don't do such dangerous things next time."

Your phone rang and realised it was your father calling you. "Y/N, what have you done to Stephanie again? She just came back home and is threatening to end her life. I want you to come over immediately! Right now!"

"Let's go, I'll bring you to see something interesting." You said to Natasha. You didn't even wait for her reply and pushed her to the garage asking Clint to drive you to your house.

The moment you entered the house, you can hear Stephanie crying and your father was quick to ask what you have done to cause her to cry. "Na-natasha, you're here too? Good timing, you'll be the judge."

"Look at how Y/N has bullied her sister. If she had not met Marcus privately, Stephanie would not be like this!"

"Is it really because of me meeting Marcus that she became like this? She didn't tell you any other things?"

"What are you talking about? Y/N, you better make it clear!"

"What if I have evidence that she tried to get someone to make me lose my job, and even almost caused my death at the office's toilet? What would you do?" Natasha held your hand to give you a bit of emotional support.

"That... that is impossible!"

"Dad! It's Y/N, who bad mouthed me! Today, she sent me those pictures, so I was angry and went to find her, but Marcus kept protecting her!" Before you could open your mouth, she continued. "Don't try to slander me, I have evidence!" She showed the picture of Marcus smiling in the interview.

"Sister, why are you still trying to frame me? I didn't believe it when Marcus said you had asked people to check on him. Isn't this the evidence that you have engaged private investigators?" You asked.

"What?!"

"Natasha, it's..." Your father realised it was tough to defend Stephanie any longer when the evidence was against her and Marcus was not here to help. "I've looked into this matter. Y/N's colleague has admitted that it's Mrs Lancaster who instructed her. And because of that, Y/N was hospitalised for two days."

"Dad, they are trying to frame me! I didn't do anything!" She held his arm to pitifully plead her case. "Y/N.. it's Dad's fault that I mistook you."

"Stephanie is immature. Since you are all right now, shall we let bygones be bygones?"

"Just when you thought Stepahnie had been bullied, you couldn't wait to settle the score with me. But now when you know I was the one being bullied? All you're going to do is apologise on her behalf?"

"Dad, I am so sorry, I really have no intention to harm Y/N... I have no idea why that person sent me the photos, I only learned about it later on." She sure changed her story quickly when she realised there was nothing your father could do to protect her. "Since that is the case, then please go and apologise to Y/N nicely, make sure she forgives you."

"No need, after all we are a family."

"... right, right, we are one family."

"But Dad, I remembered you once told me that real siblings should settle their scores openly. So, even if are one family, I still have to ask when do you intend to return the 5 million dollars that you borrowed from Natasha?"

"5- 5 million?"

"Dad, don't feel that I am too realistic, since I am back, I might as well bring this up."

"Stephanie." Your father whispered. "I'm so sorry Y/N, I really realised my mistake, can you please forgive me?" Collecting the money was not your goal, you achieved what you came here for. "We are out for a long time and it's time to go back. Dad, please take care of your health."

"Oh oh yes, okay."

You wondered if you were too harsh and arrogant earlier. They are your family and probably shouldn't have acted in such a way. "To be my woman, you should at least have the boldness to do this kind of stuff. From now on, whoever bullies you, you have to get even, just like what you have done today!"

In the house, Stephanie was still trying to paint a fake picture with your father. "Dad, Y/N has previously been looking for Marcus on a few occasions. I already begged her to not destroy the relationship between us, but she, she!"

"Looks like I should have kept her with us..."

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing, you have put all your thoughts on Marcus, please don't fight with him."

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A Love That Burns

Celegorm x reader

Request: I'M SO GLAD YOU OPENED THE REQUESTS NONNY!!!!!! You are an absolutely wonderful writer, I eat every one of your writing like the best steak ever🥺🥺 I live for angst, so👉👈 Can i request a fem!reader x celegorm or carantir? Reader is the human wife of one of our angry boys, and although she loves her husband very much, she still feels insecure in relationship with the elf because of societal prejudices(( And the boy is tired and doesn't want to deal with anything and the reader has been subjected to some taunts and tries to tell her beloved about it(( But doesn't have time and her elf snaps at her and they fight a lot... And this hothead forgets to control his stupid mouth and says he regrets marrying the reader((((( Of course he didn't mean it, but now he still has to deal with the consequences of his words and his lovely wife's low self-esteem(( Happy or unhappy ending, your choice! – anon

A/N: This was different from what you requested anon, and I’m terribly sorry. I do despise not writing what someone requested, however, I got lost in the writing because it was ANGST, a beloved theme of mine. I did try my best to stay on the part of the dispute and angst theme, but the reasons were entirely different from what you described. Apologies in advance, yet I hope you all enjoy it!

Warnings: heavy angst, breakup, dispute, mentions of Tyelko’s physical altercations, hurt/no comfort or happy ending

Words: 2k

Synopsis: You've decided after years of following the leader, to make your own stand and create a new path in your life.

As you stormed into the cosy room, the door slammed shut behind you, capturing the attention of your husband. He sat there, aloof and unperturbed, even though the anger coursing through your veins was impossible to miss. You shot him a fierce glance, and he casually raised a wine glass to his lips before turning his attention back to the dancing flames in the fireplace. Curiously, Huan, his loyal companion, was absent from the room this time, offering you a rare moment of solitude to confront the silver–haired, nonchalant elf.

With the room now yours alone, you felt liberated to unleash a torrent of fury and horror upon your husband. “You certainly left your mark today,” you seethed, your voice dripping with suppressed rage as you rifled through the closet, yanking clothes from drawers and shelves. Celegorm’s back remained turned, allowing you to carefully plan your approach without escalating the impending argument prematurely.

A scoff escaped his lips, followed by an eye roll and a leisurely yawn. It was a familiar scenario, one that played out every time he committed some outrageous act that grated on your sensibilities. Tonight was no exception. He seized the opportunity to make it a grand spectacle, leaving some unfortunate young elf languishing in a jail cell, beaten and bruised. While his actions might have warranted a more measured response, your husband was hardly one to concern himself with propriety when his adrenaline surged.

“I’ve always had a knack for leaving a lasting impression, my dear. It’s part of who I am; you ought to know that by now,” he retorted with a snide undertone. He exuded an air of regal charm and charisma as he spoke, seemingly immune to the consequences of his deeds, convinced that they were merely lessons in “respect” and “superiority.”

A surge of disgust welled up inside you as you shot a sidelong glance at him while continuing to stuff your clothes into his hunting bags. His utter lack of self–awareness and compassion left you bewildered. The Celegorm you had once known, a carefree, compassionate, and admittedly stubborn elf, seemed like a distant memory. Well, the stubborn part was still very much intact, but the night he had sworn that ominous oath had marked a turning point. It was as if you had witnessed the elf you once loved killed a part of himself, only to be reborn as a living nightmare. At times, you had even tried to convince yourself that this transformation was a necessary response to the darkness lurking in the world.

Day after day, night after night, you made promises and excuses for his behaviour. “He’ll change, he’ll change. This isn’t truly him,” you chanted to yourself after every heated confrontation. Yet, Celegorm had a knack for shattering your hope and turning it into a cruel mirage. You had lost all your friends, and any family who had wished to reach out had distanced themselves, fearing Tyelko would turn their presence into yet another issue. Jealousy had never been an issue before, nor had paper–thin insults. Things that could have been brushed off and ignored were now carefully nurtured by him, allowed to fester and destroy your life.

You were utterly alone, with even his presence feeling non–existent.

“It’s quite fascinating how your idea of making a lasting impression involves beating up those who dare to voice their whimsical comments. Must you inflict harm upon people for their veiled statements?” you snapped, unable to contain your thoughts any longer, your frustration with his demeanour finally bubbling over.

“Are you still dwelling on about that?” he retorted, irritation lacing his voice as he tightened his grip on the wine glass, causing a hairline crack to snake its way along its delicate surface.

Furious and fed up, you flung the clothes onto the ground, your anger and frustration boiling over. You spun around and shouted at him, “Yes, I am! And I won’t apologise if it bothers you, since you never bother to do the same for me!” Your inner turmoil had reached a breaking point, and you longed to shake some semblance of compassion into him. His obliviousness to the pain his thoughtless actions caused you only added more fuel to the fire. “All you ever do is harm people for senseless reasons and act as if no one should ever dare to criticise your actions!”

Growing tired of craning his neck and straining his ear to hear your grievances, he abandoned the sofa and turned to face you. He remained by the fireplace, enjoying the warmth it offered. He stared at you with his piercing forest green eyes, a silent warning that seemed to say, “Choose your words carefully.”

“No one has the right to speak about my family and our actions! They have no idea what we’re going through—”

“Well, I do, because I live it every day with you, and your methods of releasing your frustrations are unbearable!” You yelled in frustration, your voice rising in pitch. “I’ve tried to help you, and you’ve pushed me away, so now you resort to displaying your insecurities.”

“Insecurities?!” His right eye twitched, and he strode across the room to confront you, his fists clenched in frustration. His bewildered expression betrayed genuine hurt at your accusations, as if he couldn’t fathom you taking jabs at his struggles. It was a side of you he hadn’t expected; you had always been the compassionate and thoughtful one. “How is me defending you and my family from naysayers an act of insecurity?”

He shifted his weight to his left leg, his hips rolling in a display of astonishment. You locked eyes with him, your anger still burning as he threw a seemingly irrelevant question your way, acting as if he had no knowledge of the answer. He had witnessed your slow withdrawal from him and his circle, even from his family, but he seemed oblivious to anything beyond power, glory, and the oath. The Tyelko you once loved and grew with had faded away, and it wasn’t just the oath that had changed him; his true ambitions had rendered your presence obsolete, especially if this was the outcome of your arguments.

“Tyelko,” you began with an exasperated sob, “I’ve loved you for so many years, through thick and thin. I stood by your side even when your father was wrong, and I was foolish not to see it. I endured the silent suffering of Formenos, standing with you through your transformations. You think I wouldn’t recognize your insecurity? You only lash out when things don’t go your way to make yourself feel better.” Tears welled up in your eyes, and a few escaped, staining your clothes. Ignoring his judgmental gaze, you lowered your head to wipe your eyes and nose, sniffling as a mixture of tears and snot streamed down your face.

“That still doesn’t explain anything,” he snapped.

Casting him a look of disbelief, you realised that explaining this to him like he was a child was futile; he refused to see your perspective. “You’re becoming just like your father in the later years of his marriage, and I’m forced to walk in your mother’s footsteps. I have no friends left because of you; they’re terrified you’ll harm them if they speak up about my new life. I’m lonely, and you’re not listening. I take part of the blame for following you, but you...you’re tearing apart the rest of my life.”

“They’re not your friends if they’re worried about me making advances,” he retorted, his tone dripping with an air of self–righteousness, as if he had just uttered the wisdom of the ages. “But seriously, how am I ruining your life when I’m just clearing away obstacles?”

A surge of rage erupted within you, the lid of your patience finally blown off, and your words spilt out uncontrollably. “Because you never listen to me! You always believe what you’re doing is for the best, even when I’m clearly unhappy! I’m lonely because you drive everyone away; you don’t offer me the comfort and support you used to! You dismiss my concerns, telling me I’m complaining too much or that I’m a bother. You pick fights with anyone who disagrees with your family’s actions, and it terrifies people! I can’t go on like this anymore, and I’m exhausted!”

He stood there, silent and immobile in the doorway, his face contorting in a mix of confusion and disbelief. His expression seemed to ask, “What are you saying?” as he gingerly placed the wine glass on a nearby shelf in the closet. He opened his mouth to respond, but then hesitated, a deep frown furrowing his brow as he watched you spin around and begin gathering the clothes scattered on the floor, stuffing them into a bag. “W–What are you doing?” he stammered, his voice tinged with concern.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” you groaned, forcefully shoving another set of clothes into the bag, your frustration evident. “I’m leaving. This life here isn’t for me.”

Your words hit him like a ton of bricks. Leave? You couldn’t be serious. Your home was with him, your lives were intertwined, and the idea of you leaving him was incomprehensible.

Stumbling forward in a state of shock, he cried out in anguish, “Y–You can’t leave me! We’re married, we have a bond, a life together! You can’t just abandon me! Tell me this is some kind of cruel joke, my love?” Your silence only fuelled his panic, pushing him toward hysterics. He knew that when you fell silent, it was a grave sign of your seriousness, and the waves of displeasure and dissatisfaction coursing through your bond were tearing him apart. He wanted to reach out and shake you, but he had no idea how you’d react.

“Y/N, please answer me, darling? I beg you, tell me you’re not leaving, that you’re just taking a break, perhaps some time away in the cabin?” His voice was filled with anguish and guilt, only now realising the gravity of your pleas as reality crashed down upon him.

You breathed heavily as you continued to gather your belongings, doing your best to avoid eye contact with his anguished performance. Where was this reaction when you first voiced your concerns? “I have every reason to leave, Your Highness. Removing myself from your presence is what I need, and I hope it brings me peace.”

“No! You can’t leave me. I—I love you! Can’t you see that? All those fights I got into defending you from insults and harm, it was because I love you! There was more to them than what meets the eye!” He pleaded with a heavy burden of guilt and regret, willing to get down on his knees if it meant you’d stay, but his pride seemed to hold him back.

Finally gathering all your belongings and slinging the bags over your shoulders, you didn’t bother changing into travel clothes. You’d do that later at a tavern along the way. As you moved toward the exit, Celegorm’s presence blocked your path. “I—…You have every right to be upset with me right now, and I know this, but… Give me a chance, just one chance to make things right! I can change.”

“Why didn’t you change before when you had the chance, instead of now?” He stood there, mouth agape, speechless. “I’ve had wonderful moments with you for most of my life, but these last few years have tarnished everything. And as much as I blame myself, you bear a share of responsibility. Now, step aside and let me leave in peace.” With that, you pushed past him, determined to embark on a new chapter of your life, leaving behind the turbulent past that had brought you to this point.

You didn’t spare him a glance, even though your heart ached with the weight of your decision. It was a wonder how his mother had managed to stand her ground and leave his father, but now you understood what separation felt like. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to leave your heart at the doorstep or cast it aside entirely. All you knew was that making the right decision for the betterment of your life was a painful, but necessary, choice. You only prayed that you would manage successfully on your own without crumbling to the floor.

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slash-me-please · 5 months

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I am sure your tired of writing for Amanda by now but your the only person I could find that’s willing to write for her and is actually good at it 😭 spare me i’m desperate and don’t know how too request but could you do a imagine with Dom!Amanda and shes really protective over reader to the point where it’s kind of toxic, she finds out who readers shitty ex girlfriend is and does anything and everything to show the said ex that reader is hers now like: showing up at her place of work with reader, making out in front of her, really touchy, whispering dirty stuff so the ex can hear, etc. Just some examples. You can pick whether reader is fem or gender neutral it doesn’t matter to me :)

On another note: Thank you for your service🫡 I love your writing so much.

you said dom!Amanda therefore you are getting smut i am so sorry to force this on you. :) not really love u.

A/N: Sorry about the wait!! I got caught up on bills today and have been working full time and also doing schoolwork. Luckily I paid my rent + electric so i have some free time!!!

Warnings: Revenge sex trope, voyeurism/exhibitionism, bondage/shibari, fighting, jealousy, dub!con, reader being an absolute asshole, murder, use of vibrator.

Pressing your fingers against the loose fabric of a dress, your lips held in a thin line. The needle pressed through the fabric, and back again. You were focused on your work, a nice sheer fabric for a nightdress you had been working on for a while. You were a tailor for a small business which made custom handmade dresses, one of the best tailors of the six of you.

The office you worked at was small, just like the business. The six of you crowded into a medium sized room. Your boss had created you a small section to yourself, as she insisted on making you employee of the month. So you pressed your hands against the fabric, the slow push and pull of your hands against the machine kept you in a trance. You had loved your job once, and while you enjoyed what you did- there was one downside.

Her. The problem. The reason you got into fights with your girlfriend every night this week.

As you pieced together your nightdress, across from you your ex watched- eyes wide and focused on your hands. You wanted to say something, you wanted to complain. Anything. But you never did, instead opting to do your job.

"L/N!" You flinched, hand jerking forward and pinching your finger in the machine. You yelped, pulling backwards and cradling your finger against your chest. "Look what you did!" The familiar voice of your lover rang through your ears, and you felt yourself turning to look. She was barreling towards you, eyes focused on your boss, who had yelled your last name. She seemed angry, reaching foward to hold you against her stomach.

Amanda placed a brown paper bag on your table, freeing her hands to examine your finger under her "Professional" gaze. She seemed almost content for a moment, eyes narrowed in on yours. "It's just a nick, but i'll fucking murder that ratty-bastard if you want." Your head shook back and forth, eyes widened with shock. "I'm not sure that's necessary!" You whispered, turning away from her to move back to your dress. "What are you doing here Amanda?" She sighed, the back of her hand hitting the paper bag. "I brought you lunch,"

"I might be too busy eating out Jenny to get to that, sorry." You snapped, turning your head away from her. "Fucking look at her, she's fucking you with her eyes. I don't know why you're acting like you can't see that." Amanda snapped back, her arms crossing against her chest. "It doesn't matter what she thinks about me. I told you I only want you! Why does it matter if she's looking at me?" Amanda released a sigh again. "It's about respect, I don't understand why you allow her to do that." You felt your face begin to heat up, beyond aggravated with the entire situation. "She's just not even worth the fucking air! I'm sorry you're too insecure to let it go!"

You only began to feel bad when her face fell and she turned on her heel and out towards the parking lot, but you didn't dare follow her.

You can end here, or read this fucked up smut.

Vision static and dizzy, you wobbled in the chair you were tied to. The last thing you remember was getting home and your lover reaching her hand around your mouth and nose to suffocate you with a damp rag. Your throat felt dry and sore, as if you'd been yelling but you knew that you hadn't. Amanda got like this sometimes, but you knew this time was your fault.

It looked like you were in an abandoned garage, the lights were cool and flickering. You were propped on a chair, both legs tied with a spiral futomomo tie and kept apart with a spreader. You were entirely naked, and bare to the garage.

And your ex.

There sat Jenny, her eyes wide as she stared at your bare form with an underlying lust beneath that fear. Her mouth was ducktaped shut and she was chained to the chair by her ankles and wrists. You squirmed beneath her gaze, whining out for Amanda. A few moments later she made her entrance, yanking off the worn pigs mask. She glared at you with an anger you'd only seen a few times. Goosebumps erupted onto your skin.

"I'm sorry, can you let me out?" You plead, and she frowns. "Don't act like you don't deserve what you're going to get."

She made her way behind you, and you heard her shuffling a few items around. You thought for a moment that maybe she had a table back behind you, but she left you no time to dwell when you felt a cold hand grasp your shoulder.

"Tell me, Love." Amanda took a deep, shuddering breath. "Do you like her eyes on you?" You whined, head craning back to look at her and deny the accusation. "I only want you baby, I promised!" Your pleading did not phase her, she only reached into your hair and yanked your head forward. Your eyes made contact with Jenny's and she watched as Amanda's hand flicked on a vibrator and licked it.

"I want you to watch, let me show you what's fucking mine."

And with those words, she hunched over you and placed the vibrator over your clit. Your head threw back, and you yelped. "Goddammit!" Your legs shuddered against your restraints, pulling against them with a pain. "Please!" Amanda laughed, her eyes trained downwards as she watched your sex shudder against the silicone head of her vibrator. "Good girl..." She whispered into your cheek, placing a cruel kiss on your skin. Your voice wobbled, back arching as you pressed yourself impossibly closer to the source of your pleasure.

Across from you, Jenny watched, cheeks flushed and eyes dilated. Her legs rubbed together as she watched Amanda rub the toy against your clit. She treated you generously, her other hand snaking down to your throat to give it a squeeze as she upped the setting on her toy. You keened loudly, hands balling into fists as you chanted her name.

"You like this? All I had to do was force you to show her who you belonged to?" She sneered, pushing the vibrator lower. She let it sink into your hole, and she began to lightly thrust it inside of you. "God!" You cried, mouth hanging open as your climax ran up to you. "I'm so close!"

Amanda snickered, glancing up to watch Jenny stare between your legs.

Her mouth twisted into something angry, her other hand reaching down to rub your clit in circles. You flailed against her ministrations, mouth open in a wail which could not be contained. Finally, you came against her hands, legs quivering as you soaked her hands and the toy, the rest of your cum wetting the concrete floor beneath you. With that, she flicked the vibrator off and placed it back on the table, grabbing something sharper.

"Did you enjoy the show, Jenny?" You heard her breathe. You heard her walk back behind you, her hand yanking your head backwards. "Love you..." You gasped, picking your head up to give her a kiss. She nodded, fingers releasing your hair. That is when she walked past you, flipping a hunting knife around in her hand. "It'll be the last one you'll ever see."

Jenny began to push against her restraints, shaking her head no and yelling pleas. None of which appealed to Amanda, instead the smooth twist of her wrist pushing the blade into her abdomen and then actively gutting her appealed way more.

You watched the life leave her eyes and you sighed, making eye contact with Amanda and biting your lip.

"Are you done?"

She dropped to her knees, crawling forward to attach her lips to your cunt.

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pynkricee · 3 months

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INNOCENCE

PartOne

“Ah….. so you're the disobedient brat the Chief of Justine has sent to me today..?” I said walking over slowly with my arms crossed, leaning up against the cell.

“Yeah .. so the fuck what?” I could tell from the voice that this was a woman, it was soft and sultry, but I couldn't let that come in between my job and what I was supposed to do. Her hands were tied harshly with rope behind her back and she was covered in thick like, long, dirty brown hoodie with the hood completely covering her face.

I let out a snort from her response. My clothes started to rustle as I moved up against the cell looking down at her. “ How fucking cute! You're playing all tough.. But I can hear you trembling.”

“You can't hear shit.. Wrio..”

I raised an eyebrow, giving you a small glare from my dark blue eyes, I took a step and stood facing you. “ Oh but.. I can.. just from your voice alone. I can hear your breathing speed up, and your heartbeat quicken… You're fucking scared shirtless, aren't you prisoner?”

Your head slightly turned to face me, still laying covered from the shadow that formed from that ratchet hoodie over her head. “Of Who.. You? None of you people scare me. Plus… I have to reason to be here.” You then leaned over facing the other way.

“Oh.. how old of you. But then again, I'm not surprised. Criminals like you tend to be pretty fucking cocky… It's only a matter of time before that arrogance comes crashing all the way down.” I stay quiet for a second, crossing my arms, leaning against the bars.

“I don't care that you're not scared.. However, your heart suggests otherwise. Your pulse quickened right when I got here..And don't even try to deny it.”

I could see you then sneer your face up, turning your head to the other side. “Fuck You…”

I let out a small chuckle, smiling at the shit coming out your mouth. “ Oh, and what's with that swearing? You don't want to hurt my poor feelings, do you now?” Another smile spread across my face as my eyes locked onto you. “You have a bad potty mouth,don't you? Are we getting emotional and angry?”

“No.. maybe because I'm fully human..”

That was enough to make me raise my eyebrows a little bit. “Oh really? And what makes you think that I'm not.. fully human, hm?”

“I can tell you aren't. I've heard about you and what you can do. So… why am I here anyway?” Not once did this woman try to fight or move like she wanted to physically get out of this cell. But I could tell something was going on that I wasn't fully aware of.

I could feel my smug smile spread across my lips.. “Ah.. Yes.. I've heard that my reputation precedes me. You're here because the Chief of Justice decided to put you in my custody until your trial begins. But….There's more. I actually have a proposition for you.”

I heard you let out a small sigh.. “And..What's that?”

I shifted a little, leaning in closer to you. “My proposition is .. Simple, really. I want you to be my assistant. My temporary assistant, if you will….”

“Now.. why the fuck would I do that? You don't know me, or anything about me. You don't know my name or what I even look like as a matter of fact. All you see is a person in front of you covered up and a voice.. a voice you talk to.”

You were right….

“ Well.. That's correct, all I know of you is what I hear from your voice. But do you know.. You don't actually have to show me your face?” I lean in closer, narrowing my eyes to you.. “ You keep that hood up..it hides your identity.. What you look like..Your face. And as such, I can't tell the Chief of Justice about any of this….I promise..”

“But you do need to know my identity if I'm going to be working for you..” The sound of your voice began to become more softer as you spoke to me. Tired like even.

“Hmmm.. That is true. But the thing is..” I leaned back up against the cell.. my cuffs clinging to the metal. “...My proposition isnt intended to be exactly legitimate… It's illegal work. If anyone finds out I could get into a lot of fuckking trouble. So you need to keep everything we do.. quiet and discreet. Understand?”

“I'll do it if…..”

I smile a little knowing you were about to accept my offer. “If…”

“If you let me go in the next week. I'll be your assistant..”

“An interesting demand..But I suppose we can do that. How about seven days instead?”

“Deal..now..” You finally stood turning to me, covered in that hoodie I so desperately wanted to take off. “You need to know what I look like. How about you come through these bars and take a look..”

I jerked my head back as I could feel my face darken for a moment but I quickly covered it up with a smile. “Hmmm.. Fine..If that's what you wish…” I look down at the ground taking a step back. “Now you do realize that I.. I don't know what you could look like.. but I'll trust you aren't too hideous.”

“Who's to say..” You said in a soft sultry voice that caught me off guard.

I took a step closer to you, right up to the bars that divided the both of us. “Ehh.. I'll probably find out soon enough..” Reaching my hands through the bars, I grabbed your hood, pulling it up to get a look at your face.

My eyes widened as my breath hitched...

There stood in front of me.. this.. this caramel toned woman, skin like soft brown ice, hair cut like mine with the same shade, big brown cat-like eyes, petite and from what I could tell curvy? Big pink lips with a beautiful mark by her eye and her lip…

I completely froze up from seeing this. It's not what I expected from you. “...You're….” My lips moved but I couldn't find the words. My eyes darted down to your lips before snapping back to your eyes. “...You're..Beautiful..”

You snored from the word that came from my lips, turning your head the other way. Blushing in a deep pink color that changed your whole complexion, as you turned your back to me.

This reaction fucking confuses me as my face darkens for a split second. I then let out a small scoff, tilting my head the other way.

“Now that I've seen your face, perhaps you should put your hood back on, it's distracting.”

“How is it distracting..?”

“I….just look at you…You have a very ..Seductive presence” The words escape my lips, and I had to immediately bite down on my fucking tongue. I had to turn away from you once more. “Sorry, I…I didn't mean to say anything strange..it's nothing.

“It's fine..” You said softly. “I can't really pull my hood up with my hands tied behind my back…”

My eyes snapped back at you as you were right. “I'm sorry. I see.” As you step back to me against the bars, I grab the ropes that bond you and untie them, taking my time, making sure to be careful around you. Once you were free I stepped back with my arms crossed glancing at you raising an eyebrow.

“Now… how about you put that hood back on. For now.. Only I'm allowed to see you. Your identity is still being kept secret.” she then nodded, placing the hood back over her head. “Good .. That's good. Now.. I guess we should talk about what kinds of task I'll need you to do for me. If you're going to be my assistant, you should know what to expect.”

You nodded. Then opened your mouth to speak. “ By the way.. I'm Y/N” My eyes perked up with a surprised expression on my face.

“You're names y/n? I'll keep that in mind.” I look back down, nodding. “Right.. now about what you'll be doing. The task will obviously be of an illegal nature. Stealing, espionage, information gathering.. That sort of thing. Do you think you can do that?”

“I've never done any of that before.” You began to rub your thumbs around the area where the rope was tied around your wrist. “But if that means being free.. so be it.”

My eyes flash in concern when I see the brushes around your wrist. “I don't expect you to be perfect at it.. You'll be learning as you go, really. But since you're with me I'll be there to guide you. And besides..you'll be learning some pretty useful skills..”

“Sure..” You said still rubbing your wrist. I gave your wrist another glance not completely taking my eyes off you. My lips move slightly without saying a word.

“I'm not kidding, this work is risky, and you need to be able to defend yourself.”

“I think I can defend myself just fine.. That's the reason I'm here. Did you not know that?” What did she mean by that?

“Yes, you might be able to handle yourself fine.. but I still want to test your limits. So.why don't we start right now? Step out the cell…”

Using my keys to open the cell I watched you as you stepped out. My eyes followed you outside looking over you for a few seconds. I then walk forward standing in front of you. “Good…Now I want to see how well you can do in close combat. Just keep it simple, I just wanna see what you can do.” I put my hands behind my back waiting for you to make the first move.

Your head was still down as you slowly began to walk towards me as your face darkened. I remain still giving you an expectant gaze as my eyes flashed a little bit with surprise. “....You're actually ganna walk right up to me, huh? That takes braveness, I'll admit…”

At a blink of my eyes, you, this little woman punches me dead in the gut. That hit in the stomach catches me off guard and Iet out a groan, stumbling back a few steps. “W-Woah.. I didn't expect that. You hit harder than I thought. Maybe you're more experienced than I thought..” I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle in surprise from this little person that stood in front of me.

“That's what I told you. I'm not a fighter. I'm in here for having to defend myself.. against assault…”

My eyes widened from you rubbing your wrist again. “Why suddenly all the wrist rubbing? Is it hurting that badly?”

“Yes it does.” Opening your palms, I could see the deep purple bruises that spread over your wrist. I started to frown a bit looking at these hideous marks around your wrist. I then take your wrist gently in my hands as I rub my fingers against the bruises so see how bad they really were. After a few seconds I pull my hands back and my eyes narrow..

“Yeah… I'll have to say you're right. It does look like it hurts.. I'll see if I have something to treat them for you.”

You then froze, looking down to the floor…“You don't have to…this came from the man who assaulted me earlier. He tried to.. you know..”

My eyes widened as I could feel my heart skip a few beats. “H-Hold the fuck on.. What does ‘you know mean? What did he try to do?”

“Rape me..” your hands immediately drop down to your side…

My eyes tightened, my lips tightened. “....That's..That's not..a… such a fucked up thing” I started shaking my head. “I.. I'm sorry this is why I hate men like that. They do stupid shit and don't give a shit how the woman is affected..”

“Yeah I'm here for trying to kill him. Your police officers didn't want to hear the full story..”

My eyes flashed with sudden anger, seeing fucking red for a split second as I started to clench my fist. I had to take a deep breath. “You should have fucking killed him…” I said in a soft tone, hoping you weren't able to hear me.

“Yeah.. I know…” you tilted your back in frustration as your hood slipped off your head exposing this nasty cut on the side of your neck. My eyes flashed again in concern looking right at your neck.

“That's a bad cut y/n…Did that happen..Did that come from him?”

You began reaching your hand by your neck as your small finger traced the gash that ran almost to the center of your throat.

“I.. I guess so I didn't notice it. I was in so much pain I didn't notice..” (The fuck you mean you didn't notice? In that much pain? No.. no. This wasn't good. )

“That's not good, we need to clean that up right away and get it bandaged ASAP.” I walk towards you, grabbing the keys from my back pocket. “I..You… I need to get you to the infirmary at least for a check up. You've been hurt too badly for me to fucking ignore. Come on, we need to go.” I reach out to grab your wrist, pulling you with me but I feel the movement of you jerking away. (Fuck your wrist) “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.

“It's…. It's okay. I'll follow you.”

My expression started to soften a little bit as I nod and a small smile appeared on my lips. I turn, walking down the hallway motioning you to follow me. “Well.. you can follow me, but you'll need to go on blind faith. I'll be taking you to the “infirmary” which is basically a small, hidden clinic in this building of mine that use for unofficial treatments….”

You slightly nodded following me your head somewhat down. I felt for you.. I don't know why.. but I was this feeling I couldn't get over. It was frustrating.

I lead you down several hallways, leading you down a staircase then another corridor. It's quite a maze to get to where I'm leading you, but it's clear to you that I know the way. Finally after a few minutes of walking, I open a door at the very back of the building, revealing a small clinic. “We're here..Go on in. I have to make sure no one sees us, so just stay behind the curtain until I come in.

You nodded obeying my commands as I waited for you to go behind the curtain, a small smile on my face.

“Alright.. I'm here. You can take that hood off now…”

“Are you sure?”

I nod as my smile grows slightly. “Yes, I am. You've got nothing to fear. I'm here, right here, you're safe.” I then look down at you. “Besides I'd like to look at your face..You've been hiding it just enough now.”

Taking the hood off, you looked into my eyes, your eyes locking with mine as I could see your reflection flickering within them. A small gasp escapes from my lips . My eyes run all over your features, taking everything in all at once.

Out of nowhere you suddenly jerk in pain. There had to something else wrong that I haven't seen yet?

I put my hand on on your shoulder, rubbing it gently. “Y/n..I can tell you've been through a lot already. Don't worry, well you patched up and fixed right away… okay?”

“You're okay with doing this?” I could tell from the shaking in your voice, you were nervous, but I wasn't going to let anything happen to you. I pause for a minute and nod.

“Yes. I am. I have all the medical knowledge to patch you up..And the technology too. Though the process will be a bit….painful. If the gash is too deep, we may need to use a needle and thread to sow it up. But I'm sure I can handle that. You'll be fine.”

“You do know, I'll have to remove this hoodie all the way right?”

I raised an eyebrow as I started to smile a bit.

“You're going to remove the hoodie all the way regardless because I have to see your entire body right?”I could see you starting to blush from the seriousness in the tone in my voice.

“Ye..Yes..I know.”

The sudden quietness catches me off guard as I look at you in concern. “Are.. are you okay? You sound.. kinda.. scared?”

“Of what…?”

“I dunno.. Your tone just changed to being .. A little bit quiet. It seemed like you were kinda.. Afraid? Maybe?”

“No..I'm okay.” With those words you started to slowly take your hoodie off. You didn't have anything underneath but the pants that hugged your hips and your socks and shoes. You sat there in front of my eyes top less. My eyes became serious, as I noticed the wounds that were all over your body hidden from that hoodie.

“God Damnit… How many fucking cuts do you have y/n? What the hell happened?” I could feel nothing but anger. Pure fucking rage. It was clear on my face and you could see it.

“I… I told you what happened?” Grabbing your hoodie, you tried to cover your breast with embarrassment. I wanted to snatch that shit away from you but I couldn't startle you like that.

My teeth started to clench watching you trying to cover yourself up. “I don't want you covering yourself! I have to see everything. I know you were assaulted, but I have to know how bad it is, you hear me??”

You started biting your bottom lip as your arms finally started dropping down to your sides. Freeing that hoodie from the front of your chest.

“Damn it…Your chest is in even worse condition..”

Locking my eyes with yours I could see you clenching your teeth as you looked away from me with tears starting to whelp in your eyes as they streamed down your face. I reached forward grasping your chin, raising your head back towards mine face. My expression softened as I also had a look of concern in my eyes. “Hey…Look at me..”

As your gaze meets mine, I gently wipe the tears away from your eyes with my thumb.. “It's okay.. I can help you.. I can fix this. Don't worry, I'll take care of you….” I then held your face gently, running my fingers across your cheeks and down your neck. “Look… I know you've been through a lot.. But I'll help you recover. I promise..y/n..”

You tried your best to hold in your tears, as your breathing started to become heavy. “...okay..” that one soft word that finally came off your lips.

I smiled softly, my eyes fluttering shut for a moment as I took in how sweet your eyes look. I caressed your face, gently rubbing my fingers on your jaw and your neck. My touch, soft and tender on your skin. “I promise you… I'll take care of you. You'll get better, and you'll see, everything will be okay…”

“Th..you.. thank you Wrio..” The slight cracking in your voice made me want to hold you closer.

My eyes snapped open as you said my name. Your voice sounded so sweet when you said it. I could feel myself blushing but I didn't know how much. How could someone I barely knew have this kind of effect on me?

“No problem..” I said smiling as my hand moved down your chest, my fingers running up and down your neck, this time the base of your neck. Your eyes closed from my touch as you bit your lips, as I could feel you shiver. Your nipples gradually getting harder and harder by the second.

My face flashed with shock as I hid it well. I can see you clearly like my touch as my fingers running up and down your neck had you feeling good in a much less innocent way. I smiled as I ran my fingers down the length of your shoulders and down your arms. My fingers moving slowly up and down your forearms. Your body started to twitch from my movements, as I stared at your soft lips. A small smile started to creep up in the corners of my mouth.

“You're getting flustered…”

Opening your eyes, you looked at me with this hypnotizing gaze that I couldn't break. My face softens again as I smile lifting your head back towards my eyes again. My eyes moving back down your neck as I continue the same actions as before, starting slowly massaging your neck with my fingers.

“Wh..what are you doing…Wrio? You ask as your body slightly jumps.

“Hm? I'm just massaging your neck…” I smile softly, my fingers still caressing your neck. The way your breath hitches slightly and your hand starts to squeeze mine, is making my heart pound out of my chest.

What was I doing? Why am I doing this to you..?

Your eyes still closed from my touch, your breathing starts to shake. “Is.. is the cut on my neck .. really deep?” I could hear the panting in your voice. But your words snapped me back to reality dn my fingers stopped abruptly as I looked at your chin then your neck again. The cut was pretty serious.

“Um….Actually, this cut on your neck is much deeper than I originally thought…. We should really get this bandaged quickly. Let me check through the first aid box for a second…”

What was I doing… what the hell am I thinking…what are you doing to me y/n..?

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tearsofmilfs · 1 year

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Stone Cold.

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Summary: You and Emily have been dating for over 2 years but that all ends when out of nowhere she breaks up with you. This is your journey of trying to get over her and finding out the reason for the break up in the time of around 2 months.

Warnings: angst, little to no comfort, bad writing, swearing,

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x Gn!reader, Emily Prentiss x JJ, platonic!Penelope Garcia x Gn!reader

Word count: around 3k words

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes or if this moves too fast I am fairly new to writing.

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Stone cold, stone cold

You see me standing, but I'm dying on the floor

After Emily broke up with you, you were a wreck for days. You asked Hotch for some time off and he, unhappily, gave you two weeks off without pay. You knew that he didn’t like being a member short especially if you had a case, but it was an emergency. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Everything was going fine until a month ago when she became distant, not answering your non-work calls and texts. It confused you to no end. Ever since you and Emily started dating she always made sure to text you back, to come check on you after work, and to go out for lunch with you.

All of that was gone, and at first you didn’t think much of it, or maybe you were too scared to ask in case your overthinking thoughts were right this time.

Then one day, one particularly hard day after a long and tiring case Emily Prentiss showed up at your door. You were confused, but relieved, maybe it was going to go back to normal? Maybe she came to explain her behavior and apologize? Boy were you wrong.

“We need to talk.” Her expression was stone cold, you couldn’t read her. Hell you hardly could on a normal day, but today it was extra hard.

“What-” You cleared your throat when you heard your voice crack. What is it?”

“Better for you if we sit down.” With that she walked into your small apartment, the memories of your happy relationship came flooding into her head.

As you sat down on the couch you noticed her linger next to the photos of the two of you on the beach, during your vacation. A soft smile gracing her lips made you less worried. All thoughts about her needing to break up with you left you, and you sat there waiting on her with ease.

“This is not something that is easy to do, and I hope you don’t hate me…” Emilys voice faltered at the end of the sentence. Picking up her gaze from the floor she eyed your face with guilt.

With a small smile you let out a chuckle. “I’m sure I won't, love.”

“And I’m sure you will.” Echoed in Emilys’ head as she let out a breath, sitting down next to you. “I… I don’t love you anymore.”

Your heart rate picked up as you stared at her with your eyes wide open, both in shock and hurt. You didn’t know what to do exactly, do you cry? Scream? Beg for her to stay? Get angry with her? No one prepared you for this moment, and without any pointers you weren’t sure how to act.

“Oh.”

“Oh? I thought- I thought you’d be mad!” She stood up quickly, her face changing from guilty to annoyed.

“Well what do you want me to do Emily? I can’t control you. You’re your own person.” Shrugging, you kept your eyes on the spot that she had just been occupying. You didn’t hear a reply from her, instead you heard a loud banging sound, notifying you that she had left.

When you couldn’t hear her angry footsteps anymore you broke down. The love of your life just left you after admitting that she didn’t feel anything for you anymore.

That day you cried the whole time, you don’t think there was a moment where tears weren’t streaming down your cheeks.

Stone cold, stone cold

Maybe if I don't cry, I won't feel anymore

When the second week of your temporary leaving started to come to an end you decided to stop. Stop crying. Stop obsessing over Emily. Stop caring.

You got out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen, wanting to make yourself a good and healthy breakfast.

After that you took a long and steamy shower, you loved the way it made your muscles relax and temporarily helped you forget about your ex. Your plan was to go out for a run, test your limits, test your drive, your power.

And that is exactly what you did. You ran 21 kilometers, a half marathon. Which took you around an hour and forty minutes, give or take. By no means were you shitty at sports, but you weren’t really keen on them. Yes, you did work out a lot, but that was only due to the fact that you were obsessed with being in a good shape.

Successfully you managed to not think about Emily Prentiss and her good looks for a whole day. And you started to think that maybe you can do this, maybe you can get over this obstacle in your life and be happy again.

Stone cold, baby

God knows I try to feel

Happy for you

Know that I am, even if I

Can't understand,

Finally you were able to go back to your job that you loved dearly, even if a certain person’s name left a bitter taste in your mouth. You were ready to move past that and continue saving lives and kicking ass.

Just as you stepped into the office you were attacked with a “Welcome Back!” banner and Garcia running towards you with a tray full of colorful cupcakes. You loved her baking, sometimes it could even match Rossi’s, which was a huge compliment.

“OH! EM! GEE! You’re back my lovely, little pumpkin!” With one hand around you and one hand still holding the pastries, she jumped up a little, not being able to hold in her excitement.

She has been calling you pumpkin since last Halloween when you decided that the best idea is dressing up as a pumpkin. “A hot pumpkin” as Emily said it. Speaking of Emily, your eyes searched the office area but you couldn’t find her. Weird.

“I heard about everything, and I wanted to apologize that I wasn’t there for you, but we had a big case and it took a toll on me and you said to leave you alone and I did but I wanted to –”

You cut her off by engulfing her into a deep hug, having to lean into her more since you were taller. She was truly one of your best friends, in work and out of work. You wouldn’t know what to do without her.

Clearing your throat you pull away, being back face to face with Penelope handing you the plate with the cupcakes. “I know that you don’t usually eat unhealthy food like this but I think moments like these call for stuff like this. Y’know?’

“Thank you babes, you’re an angel. Did y’know that?” Kissing her on the cheek you walked further in, setting all your belongings on the desk, Garcia following you.

“There is something you must know.”

“What is it?”

“Em –”

But she was cut off by Derek yelling out your name from the entrance, his sunglasses on top of his head and his arm around Spencer. The two men smiling widely at you, you guys were close but not as close as you and your little hacker girl.

“It’s been so long, why didn’t you come in sooner?” As per usual Reid looked at you with a very confused gaze, his eyes traveling towards the cupcakes. “Are these yours? You don’t usually eat stuff like this, is everything all right? Did someone die?”

The sweet concern in his voice made you chuckle lowly, standing up as you went to greet the both of them. “Dr. Reid! No one died. I’m just going through some things, nothing major though.”

He nodded and Garcia gave you a knowing look, one that informed you that Emily didn’t tell everyone about the two of you breaking up. Which was so not like her.

“Hey, have you seen Prentiss? She’s usually one of the first ones here.” Hotch asked while walking towards us from his office, Rossi close behind. The latter gives you a sorrowful look.

“Mmm nope, haven't seen her.” Derek was the first one to speak up, quickly followed by the rest that denied seeing her.

“Okay well we can’t wait for long, we have a case.”

Nodding we all walked into the briefing office, sitting down in our seats we waited for JJ to walk in with the remote to the TV while giving us the run down of the case. Seeing as she didn’t appear, Hotch told Pen to present for us.

After we were done he was basically fuming, with the two girls gone we were down two agents on field and that was a dangerous situation for us to be in.

“Does anyone know where the hell –”

Loud and happy laughter from the entrance drowned his words out, all of us turning to see who it was. Your heart shattered for the second time in the past month, seeing them so happy, so free. Without any care they stride into this place, arms around each other with visible lipstick marks on the others lips. It all made sense now, and you were a fool for not seeing it earlier.

Either that, or you were so scared that you didn’t want to see it.

I'll take the pain

Give me the truth, me and my heart

We'll make it through

If happy is her, I'm happy for you

“I just want to know how long.”

“How long what?”

“Don’t act dumb Prentiss.” Her name rolled off your tongue with pure venom, your eyes narrowing down at her. “How long have you had feelings for that homewrecker?”

“Don’t.” Rolling her eyes she made a move to walk out of the small room but you stopped her with a small shove.

“No, you don't get to just walk out after you broke my heart. I deserve answers Emily.” You kept your voice a mere whisper but every new word came out with more pressure.

She sighed heavily, grabbing her head with her hands. You knew that she felt even more guilty than she did that night, but you couldn’t care less. She broke your heart, so she’s in no position of denying you answers.

“It was… Probably two months ago.”

“Two- Two MONTHS AGO?”

“Keep your voice down.”

With a scoff you pulled your hand away from her reach as she tried to get a hold of you. “Look, I would’ve understood if you broke up with me the minute you figured out you loved another. But you– you waited two months. Two fucking months Prentiss.”

Looking at her with disgust you shook your head, not believing any sorry ass excuse that came out of her mouth. “I hope that you’re happy with her.” This time, you left her.

Stone cold, stone cold

You're dancing with her, while I'm staring at my phone

Penelope told you that going out for drinks with the team would brighten you up. But she must’ve forgotten that if she meant team, she also meant Jennifer And Prentiss. So you told her no a million times but finally caved in after she told you that the first two rounds were on her.

“I am going to get laid tonight.”

“And how do you know that?” The blonde looked at me from her seat as she sipped her sweet drink.

“Well it hasn’t been even five minutes and that dark haired woman over there has been eyeing me up and down.”

Pen giggled and looked over where the mentioned girl was sitting. Gasping, she looked back at you and nodded eagerly. “Oh you’re so getting that pussy Pumpkin.”

“Who’s getting who’s pussy now?” Derek’s deep voice came from behind you which made you jump in surprise. “Sorry.” He patted you on the back as you began to lightly choke.

“Now back to my question, who’s getting laid?”

“This charmer over here.” You blushed while rolling your eyes softly.

“Eh, it’s not even certain. It’s just that this lady has been staring at me like I’m a piece of meat.”

Derek whooped quietly as he said something along the lines of going to get a drink and find Spencer.

“I’m telling you, if the doctor won’t hit it, I will.” You laughed at her words as you fell into small gossip in your own, two-person bubble.

Which burst when she left to order another round for the two of you. As you waited, you scanned the small club, your eyes lingering at the woman near the bar that seemed to be now occupied with someone else. Well there goes your choice.

Moving on your gaze falls onto the dance floor, seemingly being pulled onto the blonde and dark haired woman dancing together. Dancing like there was no tomorrow, moving their bodies like they’re one, not ones to shy away from an accidental intimate touch.

Clenching your jaw, you could feel tears welling up in your eyes. You knew this was a bad idea, and that just proved it. Standing up you brought one of your hands to your eyes to wipe them away as you walked out of the noisy place. Breathing in the fresh air you told yourself that she wasn’t worth it, that you deserved better. But you’d be lying if you said that you believed those words.

Stone cold, stone cold

I was your amber, but now she's your shade of gold

You noticed that ever since they got together Emily has been so much happier. She’d always come in with a bright smile and two coffees in her hand, sometimes you’d even look up hope stirring in your eyes, thinking that one is for you and all of this was one big nightmare, that is until she walks towards JJ and gives her a quick kiss along with her coffee.

Since the day she broke up with you, you counted that your heart broke approximately fifty-four times in the span of two months. Which is probably not a healthy amount, especially since you told yourself that you were moving on, that you were going to forget about Emily.

It’s easier said than done, because every day when you see the two of them you imagine yourself in her arms. That it’s you who’s making her laugh, causing her to blush profoundly and stare at her phone while biting her lip, cheering her up after a long and tiring case, that it’s your shoulder that she rests her head on. Not her.

Sometimes you couldn’t sleep longer than most nights. And it was only because of one question. One simple question that you never got the answer to. “Why her not me?”

Is she prettier? Funnier? Bolder? More confident? Would she prefer if I had a good up-bringing like JJ? Was she embarrassed of you? Disgusted by you?

All these questions made you more insecure than before. You started to hide your body more, even on hot days you’d cover every inch of your skin. No one questioned it and when they shot you a look of concern you’d simply look away. If Emily didn’t see you as something beautiful like a diamond or gold, then it meant you weren’t and you had to accept it.

You would always be simple amber to Emily Prentiss

Unlike Jennifer Jareau who was her gold.

Don't wanna be stone cold, stone

I wish I could mean this, but here's my goodbye

You softly ran your finger across the picture that had the whole team on it. A smile was gracing your lips but your eyes couldn't stop the tears from flowing. That's how you ended up sitting at your desk, crying like a baby. You were so deep into your meltdown that you didn’t hear the frantic feet that moved closer and closer towards you.

You didn’t recognize the person until they leaned in, your nose catching the perfume you once loved. Emily.

Pulling yourself up, you wiped the tears that were left on your cheeks as you looked up at her with a fake smile. “Can I help you with anything agent Prentiss?”

“Uhm– Are you okay? You were literally crying not even a second ago.” Before you could reply she gave you a stern look that shut you up. “And don’t even try and lie to me, I know all your tricks.”

“It’s nothing. Really.” You held up your hands when you saw her narrow her eyes at you, giving you the famous “Prentiss when she knows you’re lying” look. Sighing while you put the picture in a box, keeping your head down.

“I requested for a transfer and they agreed. The only person who was supposed to know was Hotch, but I guess you caught me in a bad time.” laughing lightly you tried to steady your breathing, knowing that having another breakdown in front of Emily was not something that you wanted to do.

“What? What the hell? Why did you do that?”

“What do you mean why? I can’t go to work without being reminded of you, I can’t stand the two of you always snuggling or sharing secret kisses here and there. Always caring for each other even when the moment doesn’t call for it. I–” Taking a deep breath you finally looked into her eyes. “I can’t stand to see the love of my life with another. So this is a goodbye.”

You stood up slowly, grabbing the box and leaning it against your left hip. Your gaze traveled back to the dark haired woman, catching her already staring at you. Not really knowing what to do, you leaned in planting a soft and brief kiss on her cheek.

“Goodbye Emily Prentiss.”

If happy is her. If happy is her. I'm happy for you.

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harrysmimi · 1 year

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Grocery Shopping

Synopsis: Harry and YN being domestic

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"Look at him!" YN cooed, watching their new kitten walk out of his carrier.

"He seems a bit hesitant." Harry pointed out.

"He'll get used to it." YN shrugged. It was just today that they got to go pick up their little fur baby. It was love at first sight case with YN and the kitten as he wouldn't leave her. Even now he was waddling upto her. "Look at his little bum!" YN laughed watching his tail up as he walked upto her making Harry giggle as well.

"He's quite fond of you, isn't he?" Harry said, "I don't blame him though."

Harry teased her how men would hit on her randomly, whether it's at the grocery shop or at her cafe. Or even her Turkish neighbour. He didn't mind it because, one, he trusts her and two, it pisses her off and he finds her very adorable with her puffy angry face.

YN was lied om the floor om their bedroom as the kitten approached her, climbing onto her stomach he made his way to her chest lied down and curled up to a ball purring the loudest. "I'm gonna cry. Harry!" She whisper screamed making her Fiancé laugh.

"Why do I think he's gonna steal you from me?" He lied down next to her petting the small animal with his pointer finger.

"Probably the only man I'm gonna gush over after you." She commented, her eyes teary. "I've always wanted a kitten, thank you for agreeing to get one Haz!"

"Awh, love!" He snuggled his nose in her hair. "He's very adorable!"

"He is!" She cooed. "I wanna give him a house tour but I don't wanna get up and ruin his sleep!" And she sobbed quietly.

"Okay... You're gonna cry all day, aren't you?" He found her very adorable in that moment, "aren't you going be up for lunch?"

"I can't. I am now obliged to stay here."

"Yeah? Mr. McKitty have you obliged to stay on the ground as his royal highness naps away?" He poked fun at her.

"Oh for god sake we're not naming him McKitty!" YN rolled her eyes.

"Why? It goes with McFish, doesn't it?" He teased.

"Leave us alone!" She whined crying, "you're just going to poke fun at me all day."

"You're going to forget me for another boy? I see how it is now." His faux offence had her giggling. "All jokes aside, do you have a name for him?"

"Oh, I kinda wanna name him Loki!"

"Loki?" He looked at her confusedly, "I thought you'd say Eros or Star Fox!"

"No, I wanted a cat named Loki since the first Thor movie came out." YN explained. Watching the cat get off her and plop down on the cold floor on the soave in between her and Harry. He was already playing when they went to go pick him up and had tired himself up so he was napping now, comfortably enough. "My dad didn't wanted pets at home so I never got one. Though, I used to sneak in stray cats and feed them all the time."

"You have one now." He was admiring the little feline too.

The little kitten was asleep curled up in a ball with his tail tucked under his bum, paws all tucked in under his chin. With his baby pink nose on display. He was the one they ended up picking because the kitten took liking towards both them, he seem weirdly comfortable enough already to nap on the floor in middle of the room.

"He looks like you." YN spoke after a second of complete silence.

"How so?"

"He's got green eyes and pink nose." YN went onto to point out the features. "...and he's white."

He laughed adding, "I must have forgotten giving birth to him."

"You're weird sometimes."

He giggled. "Do you want to name him Loki?"

"He's yours too, Harry, do you have any suggestions?"

"I quite like the name." He said, "it suits him for some reason. I believe anytime he'd ask us to Kneel in front of him." YN laughed at that, though she sensed a but coming up.

"But..." He raised up his pointer finger in air, "he looks like a Milo to me. I don't know, he just does."

YN looked at the kitten plopped on his tummy with his back paws played out out a bunny, napping away on the cold floor. He does look like a Milo to her too now that Harry has pointed it out.

"Yeah!" She sighed, "we can name him Milo and we can get one more and name him Loki!"

"Baby, we just got him." He sighed, "in two years or so, yeah?"

"Maybe in next Six months?" She negotiated.

"Two years."

"Eight months?"

"A year and half..."

"Ten months and two days?" That made him chuckle.

"A year." He made a deal.

"Deal!" She agreed.

Milo Styles was officially part of their family now!

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Next day, Milo was settling in quite well. He used his litter box twice but had an accident this morning which is fine. He's a wee little baby he'll learn. He slept in his carrier all night which had a blanket Harry bought for him and a toy which his previous gave them. He already knew a few tricks, like to roll over and fetch.

He keeps trying to trip Harry over for some reason since this morning, having YN fangirl over everything he does. She had him placed in the pocket of her robe as he napped and she prepared for breakfast with her Fiancé.

"Baby we need to go grocery shopping." Harry announced closing the fridge door getting out the last carton of eggs.

"We can go after breakfast?" She suggested.

"Mhmm." He agreed.

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Later that day YN and Harry headed to the grocery store, but YN realised they forgot the reusable bags so she ran upstairs quickly to fetch them whilst he got his car out front.

"Hello YN." Deniz, YN's neighbour greeted her by the lift as she was waiting for it with reusable grocery bags in her hands. She was responding to Brielle complaining about how fucking messed up faux contractions are over the trio's group chat. Her choice of memes to describe her misery had YN giggling.

"Hi." She smiled politely.

"How have you been, haven't seen you around that much?"

"Oh I was away for the weekend and work's been a little hectic." She explained, "I got engaged, so I'm really good. How about you? Your roommate said a couple of weeks ago that you went back home when I went to return your plate." Just when she finished her talk the lift door ding open, both of them got in to go the basement parking.

"Yeah, my grandmother was sick so I had to go visit. She passed." The blue eyed man shared. "I'm coping quite well since yesterday."

"Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear that!" YN cooed, "how is your family doing then?"

"They're doing fine." He shared and in no time they were in basement. YN waved him bye before jogging her way to her Fiancé.

"Was that Deniz?" Harry asked, "haven't seen him around."

"Yeah, remember his roommate said that he was visiting his parents in Turkey? He said his grandmother was sick and she passed." YN shared.

"Awh! That's sad." Harry cooed. He pulled out of parking lot and drove to the grocery store.

"Do you have the list?" YN asked peeping into Harry phone. He had the list pulled up on the notes app with the things they needed to get this week.

"Mhmm, we can start with the fruit and veggie aisle?"

"I say we start with the snack aisle and go to veggies last." She smiled cheekily, "we don't want veggies to go bad whilst we walk around, do we?"

"Cheeky! Come on." He followed her as she pushed the trolley with her.

"One more bag! It's different flavour!" She whined for another family pack of Lays chips.

"Baby remember you can't eat processed food?" He reminded, "you get the blue packet or the yellow one."

"But it's Indian Masala Harry, you can't handle that!"

"I don't eat that anyway love." He shrugged.

"You're annoying." She huffed and switched out the packets and walked ahead of him. "No, no, no, no we gotta eat healthy!"

"These are protein bars."

"No, no, no put tem back. Put them back." She shook her head. He just held back his laugh and snuck in a few in the trolley anyway. He makes sure she has one on herself all the time as she sometimes get's too distracted at work that she somehow forgets to eat.

Both of them mostly had fun at the grocery store, weird but it was true. No one spots him at the store or they just don't care enough. But he saw a trio of his fans at the store taking a few sneaky pictures of him. He asked YN to split up so they can wind up early before a potential mod of his fans gather by the store if those people post the update in that moment. It was a weekend.

He picked out a few fruits whilst YN was just six feet away from him picking up veggies. She cooks most of the time or is incharge of everything, Harry can only make simple pasta dishes. But he is learning, okay!

Last night he made lasagna for dinner in his own!

YN always wondered how he ate properly and healthy food when he couldn't cook anything but pasta. She seems to forget he's (or used to be) on tour most of the time and he's actually rich as hell and heaven that he had hired personal chef coming up to his place to prepare his meals, or he just popped at his mum's or sister's. He's been humbled since he met her, he said.

"Hello love." YN was approached by a man, she glanced at him briefly being spooked for a second. Chose to ignore the man. "I needed help picking from these big aubergines." He was stood merely five inches away from her. Same about her height just a little taller and bulkier build enough have her intimidated and disgusted.

Ew!

EW!

"I don't know if I can help, sorry." YN walked a few steps away from him, picking up Tomatoes and bagging them. She looked over her shoulder to look for Harry who had his back facing her picking out the most perfect looking apples he could. He's been wanting to make a fruit salad for the longest. But that man made her really uncomfortable there. He stood next to her picking up carrots and cucumbers, seeing that he actually tried to touch her hand picking a carrot next to the tomato she was reaching for. She felt his gaze burning into her skin.

Not wanting to tell him off like she did once ages ago and almost got herself hurt, she hurried up with what she was doing so she could go fetch her Fiancé to accompany her. With her hands full of little bags of veggies she went back to Harry not knowing what to do.

"Harry!" She plopped the bags in the trolley and stood close to him, holding onto his arm.

"You alright, darling?" He enquired seeing her so anxious out of nowhere.

"Don't look, but that man there really made me uncomfortable." She shared whispering, "we still need to get onions and potatoes for your soup that you wanted to make tonight, he's stood right there." But he looked over and spotted the man stood there.

"Did he tried to do something?"

"He tried to touch my hand, but let's just not make a scene get our stuff and leave, please?" She requested knowing he would make a complain to have the man thrown out of the store.

YN wouldn't mind that but she goes to the same store even when Harry is not home. Once she almost got herself (god forbid) abducted from the parking lot when she politely declined to help a man load his car with groceries. It was back when she had just moved with Brielle and her mum, making a short trip after classes to get some stuff make something to surprise her friend for her birthday.

"Okay," Harry nodded and walked with her to the aisle and picked up everything they needed from that section. "Baked goods!"

"We passed it two times!" She whined, already tired of walking. He walked behind her close by.

"We're almost done here." He announced, "do you want to get icecream on the way home?"

"Oh yeah!" She nodded. "Oh I also need pads and stuff."

"Already got 'em." He had her caged in between the shopping cart and him, his hands rested on the handle bar on either sides on her as they walked. She read him the list and checked things off as he placed each item in the cart.

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In the car park, loading the boot with their grocery YN heard Harry sigh.

"What?" She asked.

"Don't look behind, there are people taking pictures of us."

"Oh!" She sounded nervously, almost dropping the egg carton but he caught it.

"Careful, baby." He giggled, "it's ok—" he was interrupted by someone tugging at the hem of his shirt.

It was a little eight year old girl. She looked nervous het happy as she looked up at Harry with her big brown eyes. "Hi Harry!"

"Hello love." Harry greeted her.

"I, I am here with my Mummy. Can you please sign this for me?" She held out her Hello Kitty diary and unicorn pen towards him. She also had a unicorn bag pack. Harry looked at the direction she pointed out, two cars away was stood her mother.

"Sure," Harry crouched to match her height, "what's your name?"

"Ellie." She announced, "I love your music. Mummy took me to see you last time."

"Yeah?" Harry sounded in amusement, "did you had fun? Was I a good performer?"

"Mhmm, I really love Adore You, it's my favourite song. Especially the fishie!" She held out a hand, her thumb and forefinger held close to one another to show how little she thinks the fish in the music video is.

"You love fishes, huh? It's my favourite too. We've got a fish too, haven't we YN?" He was still busy writing a note to her.

"Yeah!" YN nodded.

"Thank you!" Ellie smiled taking back her diary and pen from Harry.

"Can I give you a hug?" Harry asked.

"Yes!" Ellie launched herself at him with a bear hug, he hugged her back. The little girl proceeded to give YN a brief hug too before she was running off to her mother waving bye to Harry.

"She was cute!" Harry cooed.

It warmed YN's heart to see him interact with babies and little kids. She haven't yet gotten over the time of Brielle's baby shower day when both of them hung put with her little nephew all day. The boy was very much infatuated by Harry but he still preferred YN more. She can only imagine how he'd be with their own little one.

"What you thinking about, darling?" Harry caught her attention when he shut the back door of the car closed.

"Nothing." YN shook her head, "I'd say we go on an impromptu picnic but we have to put the produce away in the fridge."

"Hmm, we can do that." He agreed, went to open the passenger side door for her. "We can go tomorrow, yeah?"

"Okay." YN got in the car, mumbling a little thank you to him.

"Also, we need to put together a decoration set up. I'll let you pick that 'cause I picked the venue." He shared once he was in driver's seat.

"Oh, how kind of you, sir!" YN gasped in faux surprise.

"We can make a Pinterest board." He suggested, earning an excited laugh from her. He drove back home readying himself to drown in deep waters of what pinterest is.

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N O T E :

This is just a filler chapter, plus introduction to His Royal Highness Milo YLN-Styles, brother of His Royal Highness McFish.

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