#these always bother me but I’m having to stop myself from breaking down in front of people rn

[wooataes]

Bangtan’s Receptionist

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader, implied ot7 x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Mafia AU, swearing, Death, blood, injuries, mentions of human trafficking but nothing too detailed, guns, character death.

Summary: Bangtan’s contracts are clear and concise. They are to be followed to the letter, including the most important rule, do not touch their men.

A/N: Just another generic Mafia Yoongi Drabble I couldn’t stop thinking about since Haegeum came out. 🫠 I could possibly turn this into a little oneshot series for each member, let me know if you want more!

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Min Yoongi, in simple terms, is a straight cut business man. With his 6 other colleagues, his brothers, he runs Bangtan Industries, which on the outside seems like a clean cut courier company. On the inside however, the cargo that is transported by Bangtan Industries is more than just letters and stationary for offices. Yoongi and his boys, as the rivals know them, are extremely loyal to their men who work alongside and under them, even so far as to including in contracts that they can be terminated if any harm comes to any member of Bangtan Industries, even as far as the janitor who cleans the office on weekends. Any attack on their men is an attack to them directly, and the whole world knows of this fact.

You were hired 3 years ago by the CEO of Bangtan, Kim Namjoon to be the front of the company, their receptionist and on occasion, assistant for all 7 leaders. They’re all particularly fond of your bubbly presence in the office building, always happily greeting the bosses with a smile and providing homemade lunches on occasion, which usually is more often than not. You always make sure the boys keep their health up, not even phased by their attitudes when they spent too many hours without sleep. You’ve been the most consistent employee, and the members are more than grateful to have you.

“Good morning, Master Min!” You chirp as Min Yoongi strolls through the office door, adjusting his tie. He can’t help but give you a soft smile.

“Y/N, you know that I’d rather you call me Yoongi when its just us. It doesn’t bother me.”

“Oh, I know, I’m just way too used to it!” You grin as you place a take-away coffee cup and a wrapped toasted sandwich on the desk in front of you. “Breakfast is served.”

“You also don’t have to do that every morning too.” He lets out a huff with a grateful smile. “I hope you got your usual too. If I find out you didn’t, I’m forcing you to take your break early to go get.” Yoongi chuckles as you wave the second paper cup on your hands. He nods with finality and takes your makeshift breakfast for him and makes his way to his office.

After a quiet morning, you’re startled by a loud bang of the doors to the entrance opening and a large man in a 3 piece suit with his gaggle of men trailing in behind him, clearly armed, stalking up to your front desk.

“Good morning, sir. How can I be of help today?” You hum, the large men not phasing you.

“We’re here to see Min.” The man grumbles, hands squeezing the edge of the desk.

“Oh of course,” you smile, typing up on your computer. “Give me a few moments to see if he���s available to see anyone right now.”

You can feel the mans eyes on you as you’re typing, waiting for the response to pop up.

“Ah, I’m sorry sir, Master Min isn’t available right now. You are more than welcome to take a seat and wait until he’s ready-”

You yelp as the man reaches over, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up so you are face to face with him. You wince, his nails digging into your skin and small trickles of blood running down your arm.

“Listen here, you little bitch,” he seethes, “i have been trying to get on Min’s ass for 2 weeks about my fucking cargo I purchased from him and it still hasn’t arrived yet. If you don’t get him out here, I’m storming in there myself and getting my shit back.”

“What on earth is going on here?” Yoongi steps out from his office after hearing the commotion, adjusting the cuff on his white button up as he stalks up to the reception desk. “Ah, Mr Yang. I was waiting for you to show up.”

“Min.” Yang hissed, dropping your wrist and pushing you back into your seat, which Yoongi takes note of. “Where the fuck is my cargo? You said it would be here within the month and yet its the 27th and nothing.”

“Miss L/N.” Yoongi speaks, causing you to snap your head towards him. “Did he hurt you?” He eyes your wrist, which you’re trying to hide under the desk, clearly not very well as it is still in Yoongi’s line of vision.

“O-oh, no, Master Min. I’m fine, really.” You stutter out, giving him a smile.

“I will deal with you after I take care of business.” He murmurs, looking down at your hidden wrist, blood smearing into your blouse. “Mr Yang, if you could come inside. I do believe my receptionist shouldnt have to deal with the likes of this, wouldn’t you agree?” His tone is icy as Yang grunts, nodding his head before pushing past Yoongi and strutting through into his office with his men following behind. “Y/N, I would recommend playing sone music for the next 10 minutes, okay?” is the last thing Yoongi asks of you before closing the door behind him.

“I dont understand why you are so upset, Yang. I gave you exactly what you asked for.” Yoongi hums, sitting at his desk and watching Yang and his men stand over the desk menacingly.

“Thats bullshit and you know it, Min.” He barked, slamming his fist on the table.

“Oh, is it?” He raises his eyebrow, leaning forward and placing his chin on his hands. “Do explain why, because the way I see it, you asked for X amount of drugs and X amount of guns and ammo. Am I wrong?”

“You know what half of those drugs were code for, you ignorant shit.”

“Oh, no no no.” Yoongi chuckled, standing up, revolver in hand. “See, now, if you were implying what you think you are implying, and I truly hope you’re not, then you’ve worked with the wrong man.” He smirked, holding the gun up towards Yang.

“You see, if you read through the terms of our contract - Bangtan do not associate with anything involving trafficking women and children. I truly hope that isnt what you wanted.” Yoongi tilted his head, glaring at Yang. “Is it?”

Yang swallowed lightly, looking between his men, who all have their guns by their sides and their hands up. They know Min’s reputation. They know better than to fuck with them.

“Ah…” Yang sighed anxiously, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. “You are right. I believe I was mistaken. It appears that all our cargo was in order. Isn’t that right, boys?” He glanced between his men, who all nod shakily. “Now that we have that misunderstanding out of the way, I don’t think there’s anything else to talk about, so I will take my leave now, Min.” He turns to leave, only to freeze when the revolver now presses against his temple.

“Ah ah ah, not so fast.” Yoongi chuckles, kicking Yang’s knees out from underneath him, forcing him to kneel. “I would’ve been willing to let you go, no questions asked about what fucked up shit you’re into,” he leans down now, whispering into his ear. “but then you laid hands on my receptionist.”

Yang’s eyes widen, struggling against Yoongi’s boot digging into his legs. “What?” he breathed out.

“Did you even read the contract, Yang?” Yoongi hissed now, pressing the gun harder against his head. “Now, you are more than welcome to come in here, ranting and raving about me and the shit I do, I really couldnt give a flying fuck.. but as soon as you touch my people and my men, now theres fucking hell to pay. Rule number fucking 3 my friend. Do NOT touch my men. Do you have anything to say to defend your pathetic ass?”

“I’m sorry,” Yang blubbers out, hands shaking. “I really didn’t mean it, Min! I-I-”

“Save it for hell, Yang.” He squeezes the trigger, letting the body fall to the floor.

“Come on,” you hissed, aggressively rubbing water over the sleeve of your blouse, earphones blaring music in your ears as Yoongi directed. You’ve been scrubbing for 5 minutes and sadly nothing is working for you. At this point, you haven’t even looked at your arm, now bruising and stained with small trails of your blood.

A figure steps into your line of sight, causing you to lift your head quickly and push the headphones off your head. “Oh, Master Min!” You gasp out, seeing his white shirt splattered with blood. “Did you need me to get your shirt booked in to the dry cleaner?” You start typing up the website to get the booking made when you feel his hand take your wrist.

“Does it hurt?” Yoongi asks quietly, looking down at you through his eyelashes, letting his fingertips run along the marks Yang left.

“O-oh.. um.. a little, but nothing I cant handle!” You smile sweetly at him as he shakes his head.

“You shouldn’t have to handle it at all.” He frowns, using a damp cloth to gently wipe away the trails of your blood before taking some paper towel and drying your arm off. “I do apologize, you didn’t sign up to deal with that shit. I should have been out here waiting for Yang’s arrival.”

“Master Min,” you smiled softly, letting him tend to your arm - you knew it made him feel better when he helped Bangtan with their wounds. “Please don’t stress, I knew what I signed up for for this job.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he delicately starts placing bright pink Hello Kitty band-aids over your scratch marks.

“Dont laugh.” He grumbles, patting the band-aids down so they stick. “Jimin insisted that we got these to make Taehyung laugh whenever he was hurt.” He lied, Jimin had snuck to you that Yoongi kept his Hello Kitty band-aids with him just in case any of the girls in the office - another word for just you and you alone - were hurt - he just never got to use them until now. But you’d never tell him that you knew. Instead, you just smile and let Yoongi tend to your wounds.

It may not be the best job in the world, but at least you know your bosses have your back.

#bts angst #bts fluff #bts ot7 x reader #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #yoongi angst #yoongi mafia AU #BTS mafia AU #BTS AU #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x You #min yoongi

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[7:03 pm]

jaemin x reader (1.1k words)

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There is something so vulnerable about admitting you were wrong, something so absurdly hurtful about digging into your faults.

Jaemin knew he messed up. The moment he raised his voice and said words he didn’t mean, he knew he messed up. But the stress from the past weeks and the the exhaustion drilling itself into his bones, was enough to make him snap. He snapped at the one person that always comforted him, the one person that never means any harm to him.

And he knows you aren’t mad at him, god, you’re too good to him to be mad. He is mad at himself for being such an idiot. The only thing he always wanted whenever he was stressed at work, whenever he had to stay behind late, was you. And now he messed up.

He can still hear the whole conversation ringing in his mind, spinning over and over and over again. It’s like his own brain is torturing him for the mistake he made.

“God, just leave me alone.”, he said, head is his hands. “Stop being so annoying. Stop bothering me.” He could almost hear your heart breaking in your chest as the words left his mouth. But he didn’t yet have a clear mind to tell you that nothing he said was true.

“Okay, Jaemin.” Despite the hurt you were feeling, your voice was still gentle and so incredibly soft. “I’m going to give you some time alone. I really think you need it. And if you feel ready to talk, or you just need someone, call me, okay?”

That was two hours ago. Two hours of Jaemin not being able to stop the tears that are streaming down his face. Two hours since he couldn’t stop wallowing in self pity. Two hours since he wanted nothing more than to be in your arms.

He watched you as you put on your coat and shoes. He watched as you grabbed your purse. He watched as you showed him one last smile. And he watched as you walked out the door.

Jaemin has to make it up to you again. He has to correct his own mistake. And he will do anything that it takes for you to forgive him. Even if it means he has to beg for your forgiveness on his knees, he will do it. So without thinking any further, Jaemin grabs his jacket and sprints out of his apartment into the pouring rain.

You sit in front of the TV, watching a random show you found on Netflix, when you hear the knock on your door. Thinking it was just the delivery guy, bringing you your pizza, you stand up to open the door. But what you don’t expect is seeing Jaemin in front of you, soaked from head to toe from the rain outside and soggy flowers in his hand. You can’t tell if there are tears streaming down his face or if it’s the rest of the rain water dripping from his hair, but the blood shot eyes answer your question.

“Jaemin?” His name comes out in a question as you take his arm and pull him inside. “What are you doing here? You’re going to get sick.”

“I needed to see you.”, he says, voice strained from all the crying and his shoulders shivering from either the coldness or the sadness in his heart. “I had to make it up to you. I wasn’t being fair. You always treat me so nice. You take care of me, listen to me, hold me whenever I need it and I go and tell you to leave me alone when I actually needed you the most.”

“Baby.”, you coo, gently talking the flowers from his hands and pulling him with you into the bathroom. “There is nothing you have to make up to me. I know how stressed you’ve been and I should have given you some time before overwhelming you with all my questions. It’s okay, really.”

“No it’s not.” More tears stream down his face as he lets you take off his soaked clothes. “It’s not okay at all. I should have never raised my voice at you. I should have just told you that I needed a moment to myself, not driven you away by my bad mood. I am so sorry, baby. Please forgive me.”

“There is nothing to forgive, Jaemin.”, you tell him as you walk to your bathtub, filling it with warm water. “Baby, stuff like this happens. People get overwhelmed and say things they don’t mean. I know you didn’t mean what you said. I know, because you are the kindest person on this planet. You wouldn’t even hurt a fly. But the stress got to you, and it’s okay. I love you, my sweet boy. Nothing will change that.”

As you see the tub filled with warm water and bubbles that you added in, you lead him into it, making sure he is nice and comfortable. Almost immediately Jaemin stops shivering, his muscles relax and his mind stops spiralling. You put some shampoo in your hands, softly massaging it into his hair, earring a small grunt of satisfaction from the boy in the bathtub.

The tears soon stop as well and a comfortable silence fills the room. Jaemin opens his eyes a few minutes later, looking up at you with so much adoration. “I love you. So much.”

“I know.”, you tell him, leaning down to give him a gentle kiss on his lips. “I know because you show me your love every single day.” And for the first time since today Jaemin smiles, a bright and genuine smile.

“There it is.” You clap your hands excitedly over the beautiful scenario right in front of you. “There is my sweet boy. I missed your smile.”

“It’s because of you.”, he tells you, one hand reaching out to link his fingers with yours. “All my smiles are only for you, and will always only be for you. You make me happy, Y/N. You give me life. I don’t know how I will ever be able to repay you for everything you do for me.”

“You won’t ever have to repay me, Jaemin. I do those things because I love you.” There’s a short silence, a few seconds where neither of you say a word. “But maybe you can just cuddle me through the whole evening and give me as many kisses as I want, and we can call it even.”

A bright grin appears on the boys lips, his slight chuckle filling the room and all he can do is shake his head at your words. “You don’t have to tell me twice, baby.”

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authors note: I hope you liked this one :) I hastily wrote it at work when I had some time, and I hope it makes up for the lack of posts in the past few weeks

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[rawritzrobin]

Brooding Alpha

Characters: Derek Hale, Stilinski!Twin, Scott McCall, Stiles Silinski

Pairings: Derek Hale x Stilinski!Twin Reader

Summary: You already had a brother and dad who treated you like a baby. You didn’t need a boyfriend who did as well.

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Warnings: None! Unless you count an overprotective wolf. 

A/N: Winter break is here. :D Have some angst, with a happy ending.

“I can take care of myself Derek. You don’t always have to treat me like a porcelain doll.” Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

“Babe, there’s a group of alphas out for blood. It’s clear they have some vendetta against me. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have gone after my betas. They want to hurt me and the easiest way is through you.”

“They’re not going to do something in broad daylight! I can’t just skip school and stay here so you can watch all day like a little puppy.”

You were in Derek’s loft, waiting for Stiles to pick you up. Instead of going to Heather’s party, you decided you wanted to keep Derek and Isaac company for the night. You had grown to love Isaac like a third brother, Scott being number 2. It hurt to see him so scared.

You told Stiles you didn’t want to go to Heather’s party because you and Isaac had to work on a school project together. He was too busy thinking about Heather to care whether or not you were attending. You were hoping for a relaxing night with Derek and Isaac. Maybe a movie and some cuddles with your Alpha. That wasn’t the case.

“Besides, Scott and Stiles are with me 24/7. Isaac too! And you forget that Alison comes from a family of trained hunters! Also, my dad is still the sheriff!” You emphasized the last sentence by raising your hands up high and huffed in annoyance. You were sick of everyone around you treating you like a baby. Stiles and your dad were already so overprotective of you. You didn’t need another man in your life who saw you as a weak damsel in distress.

“You know I don’t think that Y/N/N. I just want to make sure you’re safe. And the safest place is here with me at the loft, not at school with a pair of twin alphas!”

“No means no Derek. I’m not staying here.” You said before storming out of the loft. Derek wasted no time chasing after you. Isaac stayed out of your lover's spat. Lucky him.

“Where are you going?” He asked with a hint of anger and annoyance in his voice.

“Stiles should be here soon. Or do you not trust me walking down the stairs to the entrance by myself? Do I need a big strong man to walk me to my brother's car too?” You said, not bothering to turn around.

“Y/N! Listen to yourself…”

“I am Derek. And unlike you I trust that I can take care of myself.” You spat back at him. A part of you knew he was just being a good boyfriend that was concerned about his girlfriend’s well being, but you were too angry at the moment to think logically.

“Don’t come by tonight.” You tried to say angrily. It only came out kind of sad.

Derek stopped in his tracks. Derek stopped by almost every night ever since he stayed over that first night. It was nice, for the both of you to have someone on those lonely nights. It had become a kind of routine for you both. Comfort when you both needed it.

You didn’t turn around to see his reaction. You pushed open the front door of the building, just in time to see the blue Jeep pull up. You quickly wiped the tears from your eyes and faked a smile.

“How was the party?” You asked as you quickly jumped in.

Stiles sighed in annoyance. “Don’t want to talk about it.” He said.

Bummer. Looks like we both had a rough night.

“Hey, let's stop by the movie rental place and grab a movie and some snacks?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. Stiles looked down at you and his eyes softened. It had been a while since you two spent some time together. Well some time together that didn’t involve a supernatural being. He kind of missed it. Though he would never outright tell you.

“Only if I get to pick the movie.”

You laughed. “Okay fine. But I get to pick the snacks!”

“Deal!” He said loudly and started making his way to the movie store.

*****

After watching Stiles’ horrible not so scary movie and eating your weight in ice cream and chips, you two said your goodnights, and went to bed. You kept looking at your window, part of you expecting Derek to still show up tonight. You watched the time go by in silence, sleep never catching you once.

1 AM became 2. 2 became 3. You sighed in annoyance when the clock finally hit 3:30. You don’t know what you were expecting. You told him not to come. Why would he come? You were the one who wanted to prove you were capable of taking care of yourself anyways. You didn’t need him to hold you to sleep. You have been sleeping by yourself for years now.

You finally turned off your desk lamp and plopped your head onto your pillow. Sleep didn’t come easy that night. But you finally gave in eventually.

What you didn’t know was that there was a certain someone waiting in the woods that night. Derek sat himself against one of the large trees near your neighbors yard and waited until your night turned off before sulking off back to his loft. He wanted to apologize, but he was afraid of what you would do if he showed up when you specifically asked him not to. He knew how you were sometimes. You just needed some time to cool off.

You didn’t wake up to a good morning text that morning.

You laid in bed a little longer than usual. Stiles had to knock on your door to ask if you were ready before you pushed yourself off of your bed. Part of you just wanted to skip school and go straight to Derek’s loft and apologize. He was right to some degree. You weren’t going to give up and stay at his loft all day. But you did need to stop sneaking out at night and away from the pack.

School went by in a blur. Stiles and Scott could tell there was something off about you. You hadn’t said a word all day and wasn’t actually glued to your phone for once.

“Everything okay?” Scott asked. Scott was one of the ones who knew about you and Derek. It was really hard to hide the fact that you always smelled like him. He had his suspicions, and confirmed his suspicions when he walked in on you kissing Derek the night you two rescued him from Kate.

“It’s nothing. Derek and I had a fight last night.” Stiles ran off to the library to do some research on something. It was just you and Isaac so it was a safe place for you and Scott to talk about Derek.

“Just so you know, Derek wasn’t all too happy this morning either Y/N.”

You just sank into your chair further. You shouldn’t have said what you said last night.

“Scott, I found it!” Stiles screamed, jumping onto the back of you and Scott. Clearly not sensing the mood around him. “Oh and Y/N, can you hitch a ride with Lydia after school today? I have to stay late today for detention.”

“Ugh Stiles. What did you do this time?”

“I had to borrow some books from a certain teacher’s collection. It happened to be locked in his desk and someone happened to catch me. But I found the info we need!”

Great. You thought to yourself. You knew Lydia didn’t drive today and that she had a date with Jackson after school.

“I can take you.” Isaac offered. You smiled. You loved Isaac. He was the closest thing to Derek you had right now.

After school Isaac and Scott walked with you to the parking lot. You were too distracted all day to realize Isaac didn’t have a car. Before you could say anything, you saw a very familiar black Camero sitting in the back of the parking lot. You looked up and glared at Isaac, fully aware of his scheme now.

“I can’t stand it when you and Derek fight. I have to deal with his moody self at home, and then your moody self at school. It’s too much brooding for me.”

You tried to turn around in the other direction, but Isaac quickly grabbed your shoulder before you could turn.

“Common. He’s just giving us a lift home.” He said pushing you forward. Scott opened the door for you and you stepped in, avoiding eye contact with Derek. You could feel his eyes on you though.

“Hey Isaac don’t we have that history project we need to work on?” Scott said suddenly.

“Oh I forgot about that! You go along first Y/N. Stiles can take me home when he's done with detention.” He said quickly, closing the door behind you. You huffed in annoyance and crossed your arms around your chest, frowning through the window. You tried your best to glare at the two boys walking away from the car, but to no avail.

“Y/N.” Derek said sadly.

You didn’t look at him, you crossed your arms tighter and turned away. You were still angry at the boys for tricking you.

“Y/N, i'm sorry. I-I shouldn’t have suggested that you couldn’t take care of yourself. Hell the one of the reasons I fell in love with you was because of the way you were able to handle yourself with those hunters that night. I know you’re strong enough to protect yourself. But I just.. Don’t want anything to happen to you because of me.” He said sadly.

You slowly looked in his direction. His hands were slumped to his side, and he held his head down. You noticed some dark bags under his eyes. You didn’t even know werewolves could get bags under their eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept a wink last night. You were starting to feel guilty.

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.” He said in a whisper.

Derek couldn’t look up at you. He felt so guilty. Everything he said last night was just his strange way of wanting to keep you safe. He didn’t sleep at all. He kept trying to think of ways to apologize to you. Thank god Isaac texted him when he did. He wasted no time getting here.

“Der.” You said, quietly.

Derek looked up at you with his big puppy dog eyes. You smiled at him and placed your hand on his thigh. He took your hand in his.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You said giving his hand a light squeeze. “You need to trust me though. I'm not just some stupid high schooler who goes looking for trouble.”

Derek raised his eyebrows at that one.

“Okay I am. But you also have to trust that I know what I’m doing and that I have a circle that is capable of keeping me safe. Let’s also not forget that my dad is the sheriff of the town and he made me take at least 50 self defense classes when I was little.” You said with a smirk.

“Okay fine. But only because I know Isaac, Erica, and Boyd are always with you. When I’m not around.”

“What about Stiles and Scott?”

Derek laughed. You chuckled too after realizing what you said. You leaned back into your chair and relaxed, never letting go of his hand.

“Let’s say we go home yeah? Well, your home. My dad might shoot you on sight if you show up at our place during the day.”

Derek laughed and quickly drove you two back to his place.

Later that night, Isaac walked in on you two cuddling and laughing on Derek’s couch. You gave him a thankful smile when he walked past you two.

He walked away smiling as well. It was always good to see papa and mama wolf in a good mood.

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[sunshine-theseus]

Always The One | Sam Kerr x Reader

word count: 2.6k

summary: you have a huge fight but she’ll always be the one for you.

Warnings: angst, sorta some fluff?

I’m not sure if it was because I was tired from my shift, or the fact I’d waited at the restaurant for over an hour and my girlfriend hadn’t bothered to show, that had my crying in Jessie’s apartment at 9:03pm on a Thursday night.

Jessie Fleming was possibly the sweetest person to ever walk the earth, and my closest friend.

“Still nothing from her?” she asks softly from the kitchen.

I let out a slow hum, indicating Sam had seemingly not noticed her girlfriend of 3 years was missing from their shared apartment on such an important date. Then I quickly check my phone again to make sure I haven’t unknowingly shut it off or somehow just missed a text or call from the woman.

“Well, you still have a spare uniform you left here a couple months ago if you need it for your shift tomorrow. But now, we eat ice cream and watch Fantastic Mr Fox until you fall asleep.” She plops down on the couch next to me with a pitying smile gracing her face.

“Wait. Before we do that.” I grab my purse from beside my feet and pull out two small items.

“Are you kidding me?! You’re fucking joking, you’re pulling my leg. Are you serious!” She rushes out questions before snatching the items to get a closer look.

“These are really real!?”

I chuckle at her, trying to stop the tears that are forming behind my eyes.

Sam and I had begun the IVF process a few months ago after some encouragement from Katrina, Sam’s national teammate, and I’d missed my period a few days ago so I took a test. I thought it would be a nice surprise for our anniversary. That, and the small black band with a simple diamond that sat snug in a red velvet box in my bag for three months now. But obviously she didn’t show, and I wasn’t sure what to do now.

“Yeah… they’re real. I wanted to propose and show her the test tonight. But, well, you know.” I start crying again before I can stop myself, and I’ve fallen asleep not long after Jessie starts playing with my hair.

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Work the next day did not help take my mind off the events of last night. Being a paramedic was obviously a difficult job, but I hadn’t had this amount of bad luck on a shift in a long time, and the calls just seemed to keep getting worse.

Our first call was an elderly lady whose grandson had accidentally pushed her down her front steps, she’d hit her head pretty hard, and her knee was dislocated but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t fix and get her help for at the hospital.

Later in the day we’d gotten called to a collision on the A3 motorway, 2 women and their daughter in one car and a drunk man in a large truck. One of the mums had passed away before we’d gotten there, the other fractured her clavicle and some ribs and had a broken leg. The daughter had been knocked unconscious, a broken nose and arm and a fractured C5 and C6. The man got out with barely a scratch.

That’s when I had to take a break and try to call Sam. Holding the hand of the woman and her daughter became harder when I pictured Sam and our daughter in their place.

She didn’t answer. That call or the 3 others I made before I clocked off at 6pm, uniform stained with blood.

I’d zoned out the whole drive home. I wasn’t even sure I was heading home until I’d pulled into the driveway.

I also didn’t notice the now filled space where Sam’s car sat, or the dirty Airforce 1s by the front door that were missing when I’d left yesterday morning (I’d gone straight from my shift to the restaurant), and I didn’t notice the figure slouched on the couch watching the AFL game she’d clearly missed during training today, a beer already in hand.

I went straight to the shower to wash off the blood and cry. Then I got changed into an oversized jumper and shorts, avoiding any of Sam’s jumpers I’d usually curl up in after a hard day, sat on our bed and cried some more.

I don’t get to cry for too long before the bedroom door slams open and Sam beings to yell.

“When the fuck were you going to tell me!?” I just groan in response and cover my ears with a spare pillow, but she grabs it and stands in front of me, forcing me to look at her and the pregnancy test she held tight in her hands. I’d fucking forgot to throw the other ones out.

“When were you planning on fucking telling me this round had worked hmm? That we’re going to have a baby!?” I look my girlfriend in the eyes for the first time in 2 days.

“Last night. At the restaurant. You know… for our anniversary?” and I know it’s sick, but I found joy in the way her face dropped and realisation appears behind her eyes.

“Fuck Y/N! I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry I forgot. How did I forget??”

“I don’t know how you forgot Sam. I sent you a text after you left for training. And another during my lunch break at work. And right as I was heading to the restaurant. And I called, got Jessie to remind you too, which I know she did. How the fuck did you forget Sam?” I get up from the bed and approach her.

“I don’t know, I got carried away hanging with Mills and Guro, but for fuck’s sake drop the attitude.”

Dro- drop the attitude!? She cannot be serious.

“What was that?”

“Drop the attitude Y/N. I’m sorry I forgot but the condescending tone is unnecessary, you’ve forgotten shit too.”

“Yeah! I have! Like if it’s my turn to cook dinner or if you have a physio appointment. Not a fucking anniversary Sam!”

“And this isn’t just about the anniversary anymore. I called you four times during work today and you didn’t pick up. You didn’t think calling four times during work meant I might really need to speak to you? Because when I held the hands of a little girl who had to say goodbye to one of her mum’s and the other mum who had to say goodbye to her wife all I could think of was you and you didn’t answer once. And then I see you for the first time in nearly 48 hours and the first thing you wanted to do was yell at me instead of calmly asking? It’s too much.”

I start running my hands through my hair and pacing around the room. This can’t be happening. What the fuck is happening here? Before I can think about much more, I grab my work bag and start packing a uniform and some clothes.

“Wh- what are you doing? Oh come on you’re not leaving over a silly argument.” We’d made our way to the front door by now.

“No! I’m not! I’m leaving because you can’t seem to see why I’m so fucking upset over any of this Sam. And the fact you got so ‘carried away hanging with Millie and Guro’ to forget your 3-year anniversary and just ignore all my calls. I was really excited to share the test with you, have a family, I’m not really sure what to do about that now. Oh, and here, was going to give this to you too.” I slam the small velvet box down on the counter by the door before grabbing my work boots and rushing to my car.

I hear the door slam behind me, but no footsteps follow, so I hop in and drive to Jessie’s apartment once again.

~~~~~

I’m laying between Jessie and Erin, the latter of whom Jessie had begged to come over to try and make me smile after I’d been crying non-stop, when there’s a banging on the door.

“Jessss! I know Y/n’s there please let me talk to her.” The familiar Australian accent makes me tear up again.

Erin gets up instead of Jessie and tells us she’ll handle Sam, send her away somehow.

3rd pov

Erin opens the door to a very dishevelled Sam Kerr, who’s eyes are red, hair a mess, having finally been let out of the low ponytail so she could run hands through it in a panic.

“Ez. What are you doing here? Where’s Jessie, and Y/n?”

“Sorry Sam, Y/n isn’t here. Jess ‘n’ I decided to have a sleepover so she can take me to training tomorrow because my car’s in the shop.”

“Erin come on I’m serious, she wouldn’t go anywhere else except here.”

“I’m sorry mate I haven’t heard from or seen her since our game against Man City when she had the day off.” Sam let’s out an angered sigh but accepts the idea that maybe her girlfriend had run off to one of the other girls, seeing as most of her friends were Sam’s teammates, either from Chelsea or The Matildas.

“Yeah ok, um, let me know if you hear anything yeah? I really need to talk to her.” Sam’s hand shakes as she pats Erin’s shoulder before turning away, getting back into her car to try Kyra’s or Ann-Katrin and Jess’, both friendships that seemed so unlikely to Sam, yet were some of her girlfriend’s closest friends.

1st pov

I let out a breath of relief when Erin returns to us without a certain striker trailing behind her.

“Maybe you should talk to her. She might fucking crash in the state she’s in.” the thought makes me feel bad for a moment, but she shouldn’t be allowed off that easily.

“No, she’s stupid but not that stupid. And she deserves to worry for a moment.” It was probably really mean, but I refuse to believe she doesn’t deserve a taste of her own medicine.

~~~~~

It takes me 2 more days of her calling before I start to really miss Sam, and decide to head back to our apartment just to see if she’s there, because Jessie told me how she hadn’t shown up to training on Yesterday and she wasn’t on the pitch as I watch Chelsea verse West Ham on Jessie’s tv.

As I walk through the door, the only thing I hear are the tiny meows of our cat Helen, who runs up to me to rub against my legs. I missed her.

But then I start to look around and realise what a mess the place is. Beer bottles are spread across every room and there are takeout containers that clearly hadn’t been put away since they arrived, sitting on the coffee table in the lounge room. I walk further down the hall but trip of some random pair of sneakers. No more than two steps after that, glass crunches under my boots and I frown when I see a photo of Sam with the FA Cup I had taken after their win last season. It was my favourite picture of her in her Chelsea kit.

“Sammy?! Where are you?” my voice echoes throughout the space as I creep towards the bedroom.

As I pry open the door, I’m met with a sight that both warms and squeezes my heart. Sam is covered in blankets, snoring softly. Her eyes are puffy and there are both fresh and old tear stains running down her cheeks. She looked strangely angelic, peaceful. Like the girl I’m in love with.

When I pull the blankets back, I see her hugging the teddy I got for her to take on international breaks when I couldn’t make it, doused in my perfume. I’d got it for her on our 6-month anniversary, and it didn’t take her long to buy me one for when she went away. The same one that is currently sitting on our windowsill, seeming very lonely.

She’s dressed in only a sports bra and some checkered boxers she’s been obsessed with sleeping in, but doesn’t seem to have changed in the past 2 days.

Her eyes blink open as I softly shake her away, but once she catches sight of me, she bolts up-right and scrambles to hug me.

“Hey Sammy.” I’m too tired to be angry at her anymore. I just miss her.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so so sorry I was so horrible to you. I don’t deserve to be forgiven but I’ll do anything to prove how sorry I am and how much I love you and this baby.” I then catch a glimpse of a ring, the ring, that is placed perfectly on her ring finger.

“Y- you’re wearing the ring?” and she doesn’t get a chance to reply before I’m kissing her.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you! I’m still mad at how you treated me.” I pull back to tell her before she can reciprocate the kiss.

She doesn’t meet my eyes but nods. “I’m so sorry, I love you so much and I want to show you that and show you how sorry I am.”

“I expect you to get me every single thing I crave in the next nine months and give me cuddles whenever I ask.”

Before she can I agree I add. “And that’s only for not letting me give me whole speech about how much I love you before I propose. There’s a lot more ground to cover for the other shit.” But I smile and kiss her again.

“I would have said yes before you could talk any way. Oh! And I have a surprise for you too. I was going to give it to you on our anniversary too.”

Sam gets up and rushes to the drawers, pulling out a familiar box.

“No fucking way were you going to propose on the same day.” She simply pulls out the ring and holds it out to me.

“Will you be my wife? If you say no I might actually drop dead.” I cry before anything else. But then I catch her looking at me expectantly and I just nod before hugging her tight.

“I can’t wait to have a family with you.” I whisper in her ear.

“I bags being the fun mumma!”

“Nooo way!”

“Yuh huh! You’re going to be the safety conscious one. You literally make me renew my first aid with you every single year. I’m definitely the fun one.” I groan but hug her tight. I don’t know what I’d do without her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“SAM I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU ONCE THIS THING IS OUT OF ME HOW DID YOU CONVINCE ME TO DO THIS!?” I couldn’t tell you how long I’ve been in labour by now, but I’m sure Sam’s hand was about to break and everyone in the building could hear me swearing my head off.

“You’re almost there chickee, just a few more pushes I promse.”

“You said that last time and it was not just a few more pushes!”

Before either of us can say anything else I’m pushing again, and 6 minutes later, a baby’s cries fill the room, and Maeve Wren Kerr-Y/l/n joined her twin sister Charlie May Kerr/Y/l/n in their mothers arms.

When I look over at Sam, she’s smiling adoringly down at Charlie, and I see a tear run down her face.

“You’re so beautiful.” I reach to grab her hand while Maeve sleeps in my arms.

I don’t think I could love anyone, or anything more than I love Sam. In 8 months when we get married, I’ll look her in the eyes as we say ‘I do’ and I’ll know she was always going to be it for me. She’ll always be the one.

#woso x reader #sam kerr x reader #sam kerr #the matildas x reader #woso

[vodika-vibes]

For your follower event, could you write up something romntic for Cody with anemone and blue daisy? Please and thank you!

For Eternity

Summary: Commander Cody is exhausted, luckily for him, his girlfriend works on the Negotiator too.

Pairing: Commander Cody x F!Reader

Word Count: 1070

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thank you for your request! I hope you like it!

Cody is exhausted.

The campaign that he just finished was supposed to be simple. Lasting no more than a month. But, as seems to be the norm lately, the information was wrong, and the month-long campaign turned into a four month long slog.

He’s exhausted.

So exhausted.

He’s not the only one. There’s a pall hanging over the men, leaving them quiet and solemn, and even General Kenobi doesn’t have the words to make them feel better.

They need a break.

Desperately. 

As exhausted as he is, Cody’s feet don’t bring him to his quarters. Instead he goes deeper and deeper into the ship, until he arrives at the small office where the single Droid Tech works.

He keys open the door and leans against the frame, his exhausted eyes taking in the scene before him. 

His cyare. His beautiful, kind, gentle cyare is sitting at her desk with a protocol droid stretched out on the table in front of her. And one of the Shinies, Cody thinks he goes by Pots, is standing at the side of the desk, a hopeful look on his face.

He folds his arms and he decides to listen.

“So,” Pots says as he moves closer to her, “I was thinking, when we get back to Coruscant, maybe we could go dancing?”

“Pass.” She flips her goggles down over her eyes as she leans in to look at the droid’s inner workings, “No offense, but when we get back to Coruscant, I’m locking myself in my apartment until our next deployment.”

“Well, maybe you’d like some company?”

“No thank you.”

“But-” Pots takes half a step towards her, and Cody decides that it’s time to intervene.

His Cyare is only so patient, after all.

He clears his throat, and Pots jumps, though, Cody notes with amusement, his cyare didn’t even look up from her work. Of course, he’s pretty sure that her goggles have mirrors so she can see if someone comes in behind her.

“Commander!” Pots salutes hurriedly and takes several steps away from the table, “Apologies, sir, I didn’t see you.”

“Clearly.” Cody replies with an arched brow, “Everything alright in here?”

“Yessir,” Pots replies, “I was just asking her out on a date.”

Cody’s gaze drags across his cyare’s back, taking note of the tension in her frame. “I don’t think she’s interested, private.”

Pots hesitates, and his gaze flickers back to the woman and then back to his Commander, “yessir, so it would appear.” He says sullenly. He salutes one more time, and then hurries out of the room.

As soon as he’s gone, Cody steps into the room properly and allows the door to slide shut behind him. “Are you alright?”

“Mm. He would have given up eventually,” She sets her tools to the side and lifts her goggles to the top of her head, before she turns on her stool and favors him with a bright smile, her eyes crinkling at the corner with the force of her smile. “They always do.”

Cody leans against the wall and folds his arms over his chest, “They shouldn’t be bothering you at all. You’re a busy woman.”

“Well, that doesn’t stop you from bothering me.” Her voice is light and teasing as she gets to her feet. She walks over to him and lightly cups his cheek, “You look tired.”

“I am tired,” He admits as he brings his hand up and covers her hand with his own, before he turns his head to kiss the palm of her hand, “I was hoping you had some space for me?”

“What a silly question, I always have space for you.” She steps closer to him, and Cody allows himself to curl around her, his head slowly falling to her shoulder. 

He moves his hands to her waist, pulling her in for a tight hug. “This has been a very long campaign.” He murmurs against her neck.

“I know. But we’ll be home soon. And you can lock yourself in my apartment with me.”

“That sounds amazing.” Cody replies, his eyes close as she brushes her fingers through his short hair, “I have the hardest time sleeping without you next to me.”

“I’m sorry, love.”

“Not your fault. I’m the one who’s insisting on keeping this a secret,” Cody pulls away only long enough to lightly bump his forehead against hers, “If I knew that it was going to make your life more difficult-”

“Shh.” She presses a finger against his lips, “Cody, I can handle a few lonely men.”

He sighs, “I hate that they think that they can flirt with you. I…” He laughs, “I’m jealous.”

“Don’t be.” She traces his lips with one delicate finger, “I chose you. I will always choose you. Forever.”

“I’m not worried.” He replies honestly, “I just hate that they can spend time with you and I can’t.” Cody catches her hand, and laces his fingers with hers, “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

“Almost as much as I love you?” She asks with a teasing smile.

Cody chuckles, “I love you forever.”

She favors him with a loving smile and stands up on her toes to brush her lips against his. “Forever is a long time.” She murmurs softly.

“My love for you is undying.” He replies, “Forever isn’t long enough.”

She presses closer to him, “Would you like to spend the night with me, Commander?” She asks.

“More than anything in the world.” He murmurs, and he knows there’s something hungry in his gaze based on how she’s averting her gaze and the flush rising up on her face. And then he exhales slowly, “But I should probably return to my quarters.”

There’s a glimmer of disappointment on her face, and Cody clutches her tighter. “Don’t look at me like that, cyare.” He murmurs, “I only have so much self control when it comes to you.”

“I’m sorry,” She whispers, “I just…I miss you.”

He laughs softly, “You aren’t playing fair, cyare.”

“Sorry.” But he knows that she doesn’t mean it.

He locks his gaze with hers for a moment, “I suppose,” Cody says slowly, “I can spend a little time with you. So long as I don’t stay all night.”

“That sounds like a great idea.” She replies.

“Mm. Can your project wait?”

“Absolutely.” She kisses him properly, and, just like every other time, Cody is lost.

#star wars #tcw #vodika-vibes follower event #commander cody x reader #cody x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

[theplanetplu20]

Stress Reliever

pairing(s): Larissa Weems x reader

warning(s): NSFW, mommy kink, praise kink, etc

summary: You’ve been stressing over finals, so larissa takes it upon herself to help you relax a little ;)

word count: 1.6k

A/N: I wrote the reader to have no gender but since i’m afab they have female genitalia. This is also my first time writing smut so pls be kind lmaooo I don’t even know if this is good but i wrote it so i’m posting it lmk what you think :)

(also sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes i fr do have a learning disability 💀)

I open my eyes wide for a second trying to force myself awake as I stare into the bright screen in front me. I’ve been staring at it so long it’s burning my brain and melting my eyes. but with my exam coming up this monday i can’t afford to stop. It’s exam week and due to having a learning disability it’s always been harder for me to retain information especially when having such bad anxiety makes it even worse. I’ve been so stressed with making sure i know the material well enough that I didn't hear the door creak open. I felt a pair of hands come up onto my shoulders giving them a light squeeze before messaging them slowly. I groan and lean my head back so it’s resting against her stomach and I try and snuggle my face closer to her not enjoying the clothes in my way.

“What did I say to you about overworking yourself, darling?” she says calmly, not exactly mad but not impressed. I look up at her from my place still tucked into her stomach and then back to being smushed into her. I mumble back embarrassed that this is like the fifth time she’s had to pull me away from school work that’s been bothering me. She moves a hand into my hair scratching at the base of my hairline then pulling her fingers through my hair getting any tangles that formed during my frustration. “What was that love? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“You said not to and to make sure i at least take breaks” she hums

“and how long has it been since you’ve taken a break?” she can tell i’ve been sitting here for hours the way my desk is an absolute mess as well as myself.

“I don't know to be honest” I pull my head back a little looking up at her. I can feel my eyes starting to tear up being overwhelmed.

“Oh honey, it’s okay” she continues playing with my hair successfully calming me down. I sigh, content being in her arms. I start shifting in my seat a little suddenly aware of how painful it is to sit at a desk for hours on end. “Come on, up you get, let’s get your legs moving” She takes my hands and gently pulls me up. After being sat for long, my legs feel stiff and uncomfortable and my knees buckle a bit causing me to fall into larissa.

“ ‘m sorry” I mumble, gripping her shoulders. she responds but pulling me into her and pressing a kiss onto my forehead comfortingly.

“don’t worry we’ll get you moving and better in no time” she smiles at me “come on let’s go for a small walk around the room, do you think you can do that?” I nod dumbly, loving seeing this caring side of her. She holds my waist as we just pace the room a bit, stretching my legs out till they feel slightly better. “Any better?”

“A bit, they’re still sore. I didn't really even realize the time. I don't think I even moved an inch in the last five hours” I say, frowning at myself.

“hm, how about next time we’ll set alarms at certain times to make sure you get up, walk around a bit and drink some water? how does that sound?” I can’t believe I didn’t even think of that.

“yeah that sounds good actually, thank you” She smiles warmly at me

“Of course, my love anytime” She leans down to kiss me slowly and steadily. I quickly become immersed in the feeling of her lips on mine wanting more. I lightly bite down on her bottom lip causing her to gasp lightly and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. We quickly fight for dominance but it doesn’t last long as I’m quick to give in. I feel her hands start to roam my body causing my want to grow. I grip the back of her neck pushing myself more into her not feeling close enough. She’s the first to pull back and starts making her way down my jaw to my neck leaving small kisses until she finds her favorite spot on my neck and begins to mark my skin. My breath is heavy and I have the desperate need to feel her close. I whine pathetically as she pulls away adminering her work.

“What do you need, darling? she says into my ear causing me to whimper

“god, you, I need you right now,” she smiles widely at my words. She walks me backwards till my legs hit the bed and i fall down onto it.

“Well all you had to do was ask. I think my baby deserves a reward for working so hard, what do you think?” she asks you to rub her thumb over ur bottom lip and grips your face lightly so you have to look her in the eye. i nod, half not trusting myself to speak, half completely mesmerized by her and unable to. “I wanna hear you” she grips my face, eyes narrowing a little.

“yes mommy, i’ve been so good i promise” I plead already completely at her will. seemingly satisfied with my answer she leans down to plant a quick kiss to my lips before pulling back.

“Then take off your clothes and lay down on the bed for me, why don’t you?” she watches your every move as you take off your shirt to your pants leaving you in your underwear. “Those too honey” she says as she herself starts to unbutton her own shirt. I can feel my face flush red with her gaze on me. I quickly pull my underwear off and lay back onto the bed waiting for her to finish taking off her own clothes. My eyes never leave hers as she makes her way towards me, feelings of anticipation bubbling under my skin. “You always work yourself so hard my love eventually you’ll wear yourself out, let me take care of you” my breath catches in my throat as pushes her hands up my stomach past my chest and back down just barely avoiding where I want her most desperately.

“Please” I whimper out needing to feel her in me. She runs her hands down my thighs lightly messaging them making me moan out rather loudly causing a smile to grace her face.

“Please what?” Her smile turns into a smirk as she gets closer towards the tops of my thighs

“Please fuck me mommy please” I was getting slightly desperate but refrained from bucking towards her hands. Her hands guide my legs up so she has more access.

“Awe, you’re all wet and desperate for me, it's almost pitiful” she hovers over my clit and it takes everything in me not just to push down and find sweet relief but I refuse to not get this reward. I deserve it. I squirm practically drooling for her hands to be on me. “Look at you being so good” she moves to circle my clit making me twitch and whine. She brings her face close to my ear pressing a light kiss under it before moving right by it before pushing two fingers deep inside me causing my eyes to roll back and my mouth to open slightly “mommy’s gonna take good care of you darling” I moan loudly at her words feeling pleasure everywhere. She keeps a steady pace as she brings her other hand up my body, running it up and down the skin of my stomach. She makes her way down my body leaving a trail of kisses. I was already so worked up it didn’t take long for me to get close. I clenched around her fingers.

“I-i’m gonna cum, oh fuck-“ I’m a moaning mess under touch and i’m one touch away from exploding at the seems when suddenly she pulls away lesving me clenching around nothing. “no, no i’ve been so good please mommy I want to cum” I beg, upset i’m being denied what i want.

“I know you have darling, mommy just wants you to cum so hard you forget all about your stressful day, so i want you to hold off as long as you can, can you do that for me baby?” I nod frantically just wanting her back on my body, feeling empty without her fingers in me. “that’s my good baby” suddenly three fingers plunge into me making me scream out in pleasure. My eyes squeeze shut, not being able to focus on anything other than her.

“Holy shit, Larissa” I can't stop the string of profanities that is out of my mouth. I suddenly feel her mouth suck and lick at my clit making my mind go hazy and my legs to shake. “I-i cant..i-” I'm barely able to form words as she invades all my senses. She seems to understand though.

“Cum for me y/n” My hands grip the sheets under me hard till my knuckles turned white as my orgasam pluses through me leaving me a shaking, gasping mess. Larissa is quick to lick every last drop but careful not to bother my sensitive clit. She kisses up my thighs and presses a hard kiss to my lips quickly to deepen it so I can taste myself on her tongue. I moan at the taste and she breaks away to place a bunch of soft kisses to my face. She moves to lay down beside me pulling me into her. “Feeling better?” she whispers in my hair while she runs her fingers over my skin in a comforting way.

“So much better” I mumbled, already falling asleep. you ended up passing out right away leaving Larissa to quietly clean you up admiring how peaceful you looked blissed out from her touch. She moves back into the bed pulling the covers over you both

“I love you darling” she presses a kiss to your temple before slowly drifting to sleep herself.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie x reader #gwendoline christie #principal weems #wednesday #wednsday addams #larissa weems smut #wednesday netflix #pls let me know what you think

[i1f3klic]

Dark! Jason Dilaurentis X Black Reader

Warnings: language, back shots, slight forced motion, bathroom sex, oral

"y/n, get your ass over here right now" the blonde said through the phone. You and four others were best friends with the meanest girl in Rosewood.

Even worse, she would force you specifically to sleepover at her house. Days ago, she had told you she was getting anonymous texts from someone named "A". Meaning, Allison was as clingy has ever. I’ve never seen her scared before. I was genuinely worried.

So when she called I always went.

"Fine, just let me pack my stuff" I uttered. I frantically stuffed my bag with needed necessities, and made my way over to Ali's.

I knocked on her front door and to my surprise, her big brother Jason answered it. He glared at me erotically, as if I wore a naked bird waiting for its mother to bathe him.

The glare went on for about a minute. Was he going to let me through or what. I hope Alison comes down the stairs, I hate awkward silences. Jason was so tall and so muscular you could his body print through the shirt. I couldn’t deny it, Jason was really fine. The first time I met him was in the summer of 6th grade, I was sure he was annoyed by me.

“Do you wanna go to your friend or should I close the door” he asks. I shake my head yes and walk past him and I go straight to Allison’s room. I don’t even look back, my body aches in embarrassment. Jason seemed mad, maybe something happened before I came and now I made him more upset.

Hours have gone by, and we still haven't figured out who "A" is. I don’t want to sound like a bad friend or anything but I’m not really surprised that Allison has someone bothering her. She torments other people and I hate when she does that shit. I almost stopped being her friend because of it ,she begged me for days to forgive her and I finally budged.

Allison was really scared though, I’d never seen her in this state before, she’s usually the bully but now she’s the bullied. She’s digging in her box, looking at all the notes from A. I squeeze her shoulder, so she’s knows I’m here for her. “Alli maybe you should give this a break, and A hasn’t texted once since I have been here, maybe they’re done”

“They are not, I’m telling you if u weren’t here, they would be sending paper plates to my window with threats” She looks at me as her face is puffy, I haven’t made to much attention to her face since I got here, but her eyes are puffy and her skin is red. She had been crying. “We could go to the cops and report them” As I finish the sentence she breaks out into tears crashing into her bed. “Don’t you think I thought that, they’ll hurt me if I do it” I’m about to open myself but her mother walks right in and calls us for dinner.

The table was so quiet, it differed largely from my household. There was no loud kids crying , no small conversations nothing.

I kept trying to figure out who would be trying to mess with Allison but the list of people who hated ali was too long. She’s so scared and fragile kind of like a baby, it was like I was walking on glass around her. I could say one thing and she’ll crack. I didn’t know what to say to her and she didn’t tell the rest of the girls, so I don’t have anyone else to talk about this too.

I picked at my spaghetti and meatballs, twirling the noodles on my fork. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a large hand on my thigh, I look down to see Jason's hand caressing it.

I didn’t hate it, it’s not like Jason was unattractive but he was Ali’s big brother so he was automatically off limits. I learned that when Hannah looked at him too hard last summer and Ali had a fit. If she sees this she’s definitely gonna do more then have a fit. I can’t do this Ali, she was just crying infront of me upstairs and now I’m getting touched by her brother, am I a bad friend.

I closed my eyes hoping when I open them again his hand would disappear but it didn’t. I opened them again to still see his hand still on my bare thigh. I had to leave. Allison and I have had our arguments and pretty fights but this is pushing it. I get Allison mad but who knows what she would do is she was furious.

"Can I be excused" I asked before getting up without hearing an answer. I had to get out of that situation, I head to bathroom and wash my face, I was sweating like crazy. I look at myself in the mirror to see Jason behind me. His hard body was pressed up on my butt. I realize I was practically arching in front of the mirror.

“You were gonna leave with out saying goodbye” he asked. I look at him using the mirror,he was looking down at me. N-no just needed to step away for a few” I stuttered. He moved his body slowly caressing his groan on my butt.The feeling was painful but a good painful, I wanted to feel more of that.

If Ali sees this I’m dead. Before I knew it Jason pants came off and so did mine. He bent me over the sink and my arch was lowkey pretty. He moved his dick up and down, teasing me. He slide it inside slowly , we both moaned as it was entering. He started slow and I couldn’t control myself, my moans were just slipping out with no control. Hearing this he went even faster, he covered my mouth. So nobody would hear, his groans were low and sexy.

"You like that princess" he asked. I couldn’t even answer, his dick was taking me away. He went faster and faster, you could hear the sink rattling a little bit. I was enjoying it but I was getting worried, what if Allison came looking for me, I’ve been gone for some time now. He grabs my neck and he goes fully in, he takes slow shots. I’m taking every inch of him. He groaned loudly, he came.

He was so close behind me, I could feel his body heat. He turned me around and looked in my face. I didn’t look away for a second. He was so beautiful I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His lips looked so soft, I had to taste them. I leaned in and kissed him , he kissed back. Our tongues were fighting each other and his mouth tasted like fresh mint. He was such a good kisser, I loved every sound he made. He groaned and I moaned, he reached into my shirt grabbing my titties. He took them out the bra and started touching my nibbles. His hands were so cold, goosebumps came over my body. He lifted up my shirt and started sucking my titties.

Nobody has ever done that to me before. The boys in this town don’t know how to please a girl, since jason was man he knew how to do it. He looked up at me with his brown/green eyes (I forgot the color), he looked like an angel, my pussy was in heat, I took his hands and brought them down to my pussy, he took a look at me and put his head in between my legs. I moaned softly, so he could hear. His head was warm and his tongue was so wet. He was eating me out, it felt so good. I was leaking into his mouth and he slurped up everything. “Jason” I moan. I brush my hand through his hair, it was extremely soft. As I came in his mouth, there was a knock on the door, Ali was on the other side of it.

“Y/n, Y/n” she screamed, she banged on the door, I was so scared I pushed jason off of me and started putting my clothes on. He looks at me calm, I motion my hand to the shower , and he goes in it I throw him his clothes and I leave the bathroom.

“What took you so long”

“I had gas” I lied.

“Ew” she said, she walks and I follow behind her. More A hunt, I turn around and I see Jason quietly leaving the bathroom. We lock eyes and he blows me a kiss. Oh my god Jason is so fine

Note;

I rewrote it, hope y’all enjoy.

#black reader #jason dilaurentis #pll #pretty little liars #x black fem reader #blackreader #unexpected #smut

[adsosfraser]

turn into dust

everlark one shot, set between the hunger games and catching fire

peeta helps take care of katniss when she arrives at his door one afternoon

wc: 1766

My hands roughly knead the dough on my kitchen island. I can’t stop the shaking in my arms as I repeat the motions that are etched into the very memory of my muscles. Each thwack I aim towards the pliable dough fails to banish the images echoing through my mind. They’ve been sitting there, waiting with a grin to see the final moment I’ll be sent over the edge.

Her grey eyes pierce straight through my chest, like the deadly sharp edges of one of her arrows. Just as my hands are an extension of myself, her bow is part of her very spirit as well. But her fierce eyes drown in the mist surrounding her; it’s choking her essence and scattering it into nothing. Cato grins madly as his hands turn her into crumbling dust the same colour of her eyes. My hands reach for her, desperate beyond belief. Life without my songbird is unthinkable. I punch the dough hard, and watch as my hand flies straight through the boy from District 2. I gasp, ridding myself of the nightmare that still crawls beneath my skin, demanding my undivided attention.

At the knock at the door, my head whips from my abused and sad-looking dough to the front of my house. I can’t see anything through the thick half-circle set in the sturdy oak door except for the slight shadow of movement. My brows pull together in confusion as I grab the hand towel strung up by the oven and wipe down the sweat from my forehead and flake off pieces of dough into the sink. The pieces rooted deep underneath the beds of my fingernails are a lost cause and I don’t bother as the knocking becomes more insistent.

I never get visitors. And none nearly this frantic in demanding I show my presence.

Well, except Prim. But I know she and her mother will be gone for a long while attending a birth in the Seam. They’ll be back if at least not late at night tonight, then early tomorrow morning.

I pull the door open with a polite smile I force on my face and a pleasant “hello” on my lips. I’m sure none of these niceties matter with the state I’m in. Crazed eyes with deep purple skin sagging under them and nails chewed to the quick and sometimes even further than that from nerves and nightmares.

My heart drops at the girl in front of me. I take a gulp and stab my fingers into the flesh of my palms to determine if the sight is real or the start of another dream.

Is it really already noon? The sun high in the sky tells me yes. And she’s always back by now on Sundays after hunting with Gale.

Her grey eyes dart to every single inch of the inside of my house they can see. They land on the vase full of dandelions on a side table near the entrance, then the towel flung across my shoulder, my hands, the clock above my head, and the rug under my bare feet. Foot.

She chews her lip, which already seems to have bled from the habit.

Finally, her eyes dart to mine and hold steady. I let out a sharp breath as my heart thuds faster and faster, like the wheels of the train as it began the start of its journey.

“Hi Katniss.” They’re the first words I’ve spoken to her in a month and three days.

Her eyes break our stare and dart back to my shoulder. Safe.

A dark shade of rose paints her cheeks and she worries her lip even more, pulling a successful strip of skin away.

“Um,” she pauses. “Hi.”

“Did you need anything Katniss?”

Her hands reach towards where her braid normally rests but pull away at its absence. The usual braid is unbound and wound up on top of her head into a clean towel. She’s in a fresh pair of her grey sleep shorts that reach midthigh and in a rich green tank top she normally uses as an undershirt. I’m surprised to even see the white sandals hugging her feet, somehow imagining her as a beautiful creature of the woods, barefoot with grass and flowers growing up underneath her. Reaching into the small pockets of the stretchy fabric of her shorts, she brings out a piece of metal smaller than her finger.

“Yes. Sorry Peeta.”

Her eyes are clear as they look back into mine. I push the hope that swells in my chest that she’s speaking about more than just the current situation, but her eyes express more.

“No need to apologise Katniss. I’m always happy to help.” You.

I grab the tweezers from her hand and move aside to let her into my house for the first time. Her wide eyes take in the foyer and the sturdy oak bones of the house. I guide her into the kitchen and brush her shoulder so she sits down on one of the stools at the counter.

She turns her back to me and shoves the tails of the towel from her back over her right shoulder. She tugs the back of her tank top down further to expose more of the skin on her back. I see it immediately and frown.

I want to burn it alive for harming even a hair on her body.

“It didn’t come off in the shower. Can you get it? I can’t reach it.”

The tick is embedded in the centre of her back between the bottom of her shoulder blades. I look closer. It doesn’t appear to have sunk onto her for long to be engorged by blood, but long enough that it clings to her. Maybe since she headed out into the woods this morning.

“Did Gale not want to help you?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask him.” She looks back at me; a sad look passes across her eyes. Now I feel bad bringing him up. She probably misses him and he just had other things to do today to provide for his family. They only truly have one day to be together. “Do you not want to?”

“Of course I do. I just thought your boyfriend would be your first choice to do this instead of walking all twenty yards to a different house.”

“He’s my friend.”

A silence fills the room, heavy with all that’s unsaid between us.

“Hold on just a moment.”

I limp with heavy footsteps to the bathroom on the first floor of the house. The prosthetic is helpful, but it still feels like hell to have the tender and still healing part of the end of my leg constantly pressing down and rubbing against it, and to be reminded of what I’ll never have again.

I putter around in the bathroom cabinets until I finally find where the first-aid bin is shoved into a far corner. I come back to Katniss looking at the small lump of dough on the counter, her fingers inches away from it. I smile at the thought of her being tempted to touch the soft and squishy piece of dough to feel what bread is like before it's touched by fire.

She doesn’t startle when I come up close to her back again. I know my clomping footsteps are like land mines to her, the girl who sprung from the forest. I reach around her shoulder to set the bin of first aid supplies on the counter and place the small bandage, antibiotic ointment, and alcohol wipes near it so they’re ready to use.

With the slow and steady hand that I reserve for painting the delicate details of the cakes at the bakery, I lean forward with the tweezers and squat so I’m eye level with the bastard that stuck itself to Katniss. In under five seconds, I have it squirming between the tweezers and plop it into a small empty jar. Some skin pulled off with it as well and I restrain myself from kissing the spot on her back.

I quickly disinfect the area with the alcohol and put a little dash of ointment on it, smearing it with my finger.

She sighs at my light touch. I feel her tremble but continue on with my task.

Next, I peel back the layers of the bandage and stick it to her skin as straight as possible so it doesn’t clump up and fall.

“Can I look through your hair for any more?”

She nods.

“Mmhmm.” Her voice shakes.

I wonder when the last time was when anyone showed her this kind of care.

She pulls apart the contraption on her head and lets her damp waves fall against her back. I carefully bring my hands up to comb through them. It’s silky and smooth with the trace of conditioner still in her hair. It calms me in a way and I can tell she also enjoys the way I lightly scrape through her scalp with the pads of my fingers when her head tilts back closer to me with relaxed eyes.

“If you want, I can bring over some of the cheese buns I’m making. I saw you looking at the dough earlier.”

Her eyes open to look back at me upside down. I continue to look at her hairline and move strands of hair this way and that to get a better view.

“Cheese buns?”

“Yeah, they’re delicious. I’m sure you’ll love them too.”

“Okay.” She nods, closing her eyes again so I can continue.

A soft moan escapes her and my hands softly brush back the hair by her right ear to check for any ticks behind it. It doesn’t mean anything. She just needs a human touch. A friend. After everything she’s been through. And I was the closest warm body she could think of who wouldn’t deny her. I never would.

I lightly push her head forehead so I can check behind her neck as well and I’m glad that I see none. She frowns when I pull away. Sitting up straight, she clears her throat and brushes off her legs.

“You’re all good.”

Her eyes are watery as she squeezes my hand. “Thank you Peeta.”

With the lingering heat of her body and the smell of strawberries, vanilla, and sunshine from her soap, I light a match in the loneliness of my kitchen, her presence lingering long after she slipped away uncertainly back to her house. I watch the tick writhe and struggle under the heat to turn into dust.

#everlark #one shot #the hunger games #thg #peeta helps katniss with a hitchhiker she found in the woods #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #catching fire #peeta taking care of katniss #everlark fic #adsofraser writing #I’m not good at titles but it’s good enough right

[embrosegraves]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤

(request) Sebastian Vettel x Reader (he/they) Kids: Vincent/Vince (4) and Miriam/Mimi (5 months)

Warnings: Mentions of Reader not having a good childhood, mentions of Bad Mental Health™, self-doubt from reader, badly written angst?

It had been an unbelievable few years for the Vettel household. First Sebastian married the love of his life and they moved to a farm in Switzerland. They spent three years together before they adopted an energetic 2-year-old boy named Vincent. They were a perfect family of three. Sebastian retired from Formula One when Vince was 3 and a year later they found themselves at home with a now 4-year-old son and a newly adopted 5-month-old baby girl, Miriam.  

It was everything Seb could’ve asked for. He had a husband and two gorgeous children, he had never been more satisfied with anything in his life. 

Sebastian was so in love with his life that his heart shattered when he saw his life partner struggling. Y/n put up a good show in front of the children, but Sebastian and Y/n had been together for close to 9 years. Not to mention that they had known each other for 13 years. All that to say, Sebastian basically knew them better than themself. So he knew that while Y/n was outwardly happy and excited, their mind was in the trenches between anxiety and doubt. 

Seb could see that he was struggling with something and it physically pained him to not know how to help. Y/n was the single most important thing in his life. Every fibre of his being was made to love him and to make him feel happy and safe. He had to try something to help.

Prior to getting together with Seb, Y/n had explained vaguely what it had been like growing up for them. How they had to basically raise themself from a very early age. The sad fact was, Y/n had never had a consistent flow of positive affirmation or physical affection until finding Sebastian. Growing up both things had been a taboo. Meeting Sebastian had made Y/n determined to break the generational cycle before it had time to fully begin. Sometimes that mindset was hard to keep. Especially when asked a seemingly innocent question from a totally clueless 4-year-old. 

Vince hadn’t even asked Y/n the question, but he had overheard the small boy ask Sebastian. 

“How much am I loved?”

Those five words had sent Y/n into a silent spiral for days. Y/n hadn’t bothered to stick around to hear Sebastian answer the question. Instead, they tried as best they could to continue the day as normal. Why did Vince ask that, of all questions? Y/n was aware that children were always curious about everything, and they knew that it was more than likely just a child’s healthy curiosity. But curiosity had to start somewhere, right? What happened for their son to ask how much he was loved. 

Had he turned into his parents? Had he, without realising, not shown or said how much he absolutely adored his child? Did he somehow do the one thing that he swore he never would? Just the thought of it made him feel sick to his stomach. 

Sitting on the couch one evening, Baby Mimi asleep in one arm while the other circled around a sleeping Vince, Y/n found themself within their mind once again. Thinking about everything they had done leading up to Vince asking that dreaded question. He couldn’t pinpoint anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Nothing had changed in the dynamic since they had adopted their first child. Y/n blinked away the tears forming in his eyes. 

“I’m so sorry, my loves.” Y/n whispered as they looked at their children. Their voice was choked with emotion as they spoke.

“I’m sorry I haven’t done better. I promised myself that I would be better, and it’s not just myself that I’ve let down.” Y/n sniffled. “I said, years ago, that I would never become the people that raised me. That I would stop the cycle before it could begin, but clearly I’ve failed.” 

Sebastian had stopped just before the doorway to the living room, having heard his husband speaking to the no doubt sleeping children. 

“I wish that I could take back every moment you ever doubted my love for you. Prove that I am not my parents and that you are the most important parts of my life. I never want for you to feel how I did as a child.” 

Sebastian couldn’t take it anymore. He walked into the room, gently picked up his son and sat down next to Y/n. Keeping an arm around Vince, he used his free arm to wrap around his partner and pull them close to him. 

Sebastian pressed a lingering kiss to Y/n temple and whispered to him. “They do not doubt your love for them, Blume. I promise you.”

“How would you know that? I have failed as a parent if my child has to ask if he is loved.” Y/n took a shuddering breath, trying to stop themself from bawling their eyes out. 

“I know because I asked. Vince knows how much you love him, he knows how much I love him and I have no doubt in my mind that Mimi also knows how much we love her.”

“Papa, how much am I loved?” 

Sebastian looked at the 4-year-old in his arms, “Why do you ask?” 

“Baba always says that he loves you to the moon. And then you always say that you love Baba for all the stars.” 

“We do say that, yes.” Sebastian could help but smile at his son. He knew that for the young boy to know the endearment he exchanged with his husband, he would’ve had to hear it often. It pleased him to know that his children were growing up surrounded by the notion that affection and openly loving someone was a good thing.

“I just wanted to know how much I was loved. Like you and Baba.”

Adjusting Vince so that he could see his face, Sebastian gave a kiss to his forehead. “Baba and I love you so much that there is nothing we could compare it to”

The boy looked at his father, “And Mimi too?” 

“Of course Mimi too. There is nothing in the whole world that Baba and I love more than the two of you.” 

“Not even your trophies? Baba says you love them a lot.” Vince said, laying his head on Sebastian’s shoulder.

“My trophies don’t even come close, Kleine.” 

Sebastian pulled his husband closer as he finished speaking. I was silent for a moment before Seb spoke up again. 

“You have not failed as a parent, and I know that you will never fail. I have seen how much our son adores you. In every language I know there are not enough words to explain how much he loves you.” 

Sebastian knew that it wasn’t going to be easy to convince his partner that they didn’t need to be upset or worried. He knew that it was hard to come back from your mind. Especially if you had been there for a while. Sebastian was determined to help his partner, no matter how long it took him. He would go to the ends of the Earth if it meant that Y/n knew how much their little family loved them. He would trade every Championship trophy in the world to show Y/n that they are nothing like the people who raised them (because they sure as shit weren’t parents). 

“I love you so much that seeing you doubt yourself hurts me. You are the best damn parent for our children and I just wish that you could see that.”

It might take me a while but I can potentially do a part 2 for this if people liked it.

but anyways, I hope everyone enjoyed <3

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[amhrosina]

Matt Reacting to Your Parents Being Mean to You (Matt Murdock x gn!Reader) Headcanons

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

A/N: This is the second part of a requested headcanon by nonnie! I'll link Frank's to this one. I hope you enjoy!

My request are open, but please be patient! I have gotten an overwhelming amount of requests recently, so I'm working through them as fast as I can without burning myself out. I'm also in the middle of planning a long, full length Frank x Vigilante!Reader fic!

Frank Castle's Headcanon

Summary: Matt comforts you after he overhears your parents being cruel to you.

(Warnings: sexist comments from your parents, ableism towards matt, soft!matt, mentions of matt letting the devil out (so like, mentions of violence i guess?), matt being an absolute doll, reader is matt's world, you know the drill)

You have Matt, and subsequently the Devil, wrapped around your little finger.  

Any time he’s ever stumbled upon you crying, he’s always demanded to know who hurt you so he could do his absolute worst to them. 

Matt was always comforting and gentle, wrapping you in his arms and kissing your hair.  

Once night overtook the city, though, the Devil would come untethered, unleashing his rage on whoever thought they could get away with hurting you. 

This was difficult, however, when your parents were the ones bringing tears to your pretty face. 

Matt would never let the Devil fulfill his revenge fantasy, though some nights he wishes he could, like tonight. 

He stands in the doorway of the apartment you share, cane clenched between white knuckles.  

He could hear you sobbing in the bedroom – overheard it from three blocks away and rushed home, vowing to make whoever caused you this pain pay with their blood. 

He stops short when he overhears your parents on the phone. 

Your parents had always been old-fashioned, so when you moved in with Matt before marriage, you knew they would see it as catastrophic. 

“I can’t believe you would do this. This goes against everything we raised you to be. Where is your obedience? Your decorum? Do you have no respect for yourself? Are you nothing more than a common whore?” 

Matt feels the metal of his cane bending beyond its capabilities, finally snapping between his hands. Shards of metal embed themselves in his hands, but his focus is elsewhere. He could feel the Devil clawing its way through his chest, begging to be released.  

“Dad, please. Matt’s a good man. He helps people every day. He’s a-” 

“I can’t see how a blind man could be capable of helping anyone, let alone you.” 

“Stop. You can insult me all you want, but don’t insult him. He’s a good man.” 

Your phone hitting the wall and shattering is what breaks Matt out of his stupor.  

He hastens to the bedroom, knocking softly on the door before opening it. 

Your hunched, sobbing form sitting on the edge of the bed knocks the wind out of him. His heart breaks as the salt from your tears hits his tongue. 

“Please tell me you didn’t hear that.” 

“Petal...are you okay? I’m so sorry. You deserve so much better than that.” 

Matt kneels in front of you, removing his glasses. 

You fall into his arms. To his credit, he seems to be expecting this. His breathing doesn’t even change when your body collides with his. 

Matt runs his hands up and down your back in a soothing motion, letting you cry into his chest for as long as you need to.  

“They’re so mean. They wouldn’t last one day in your shoes, yet they constantly belittle you for a disability that you can’t help. They act like it’s a weakness, and like you’re not worthy of love because of it.” 

“If I got upset every time someone tried to make my blindness a weakness, I’d be eternally angry. It doesn’t bother me, I promise. What bothers me is the way they talk to you. You deserve the world, petal. I’m so sorry they can’t see that.” 

Matt carries you to your bed, crawling into the sheets next to you. 

He leaves gentle, caressing kisses all over your face, making you giggle. 

“Ah, there it is.”  

Matt’s content sigh has your heart aching with love for him. He accepts you, shitty parents and all, and you spend the night enveloped in his arms, cherishing his warmth and love. 

End Note: I hope you liked it! I don't think y'all understand just how much I love Matt Murdock. I would do ANYTHING for this man. Thank you for requesting, nonnie!

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[sebsallowapologist]

Little Bird || Part 5

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC - 7th Year

Rated: 18+

Warnings:  cursing, being overworked, exiling yourself from your friends. 

Author’s Note: it has come to my attention while re-playing the game that I’ve been spelling Garreth wrong, in my defense autocorrect also thinks its “Gareth” so I feel like I should have a pass.

Little Bird Masterlist

I took my sweet time getting ready that morning, brushing my hair and teeth meticulously before putting on my robes and leaving for breakfast. I’d hoped that by dragging my feet the dining hall would be mostly empty and I could just swipe a few things before going to class. 

Of course - I was not that lucky, Sebastian was standing outside of the Ravenclaw dormitories, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed in front of his chest. 

When he sees me talk out the door he stands up straight, moving his bag filled with his school supplies to his other shoulder. “I was beginning to worry I’d missed you.”

“Running late.” I mumble, not completely over the fight we’d had the evening before. 

Sebastian easily keeps up with me as we walk down the stairs, “I needed to apologize.” He says and I blush, “I was the one who set the Undercroft on fire.” I sigh, embarrassed by my outburst. 

“I deserved it. I had been pushing you too hard and I shouldn’t have done that.” He says, grabbing my arm so we stop walking down the stairs and he can turn to face me. “I’m sorry, Bird.” He says and pulls me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me tightly. “I hate when we fight.”

Fighting seems to be the only thing I’m good at lately. 

I want to give in, just squeeze him around the middle as tightly as I can and say it’s all water under the bridge, but his face last night, the pure fear in his features was burned into my brain. I’d never forget it. 

“Sebastian.” I sigh and pull back. “I just. I’m running late, okay?”

“No.”

“What?” 

“I said no, it’s not okay. It’s not going to be okay until I’ve made up with my best friend.” God he’s so fucking stubborn. 

“We’ve made up, Seb. We’re fine. I just really am running late today.” I lie. “I told Professor Weasley I would meet her before lessons started today and I’m afraid won’t make it in time.” 

“O-Oh.” He says, not really able to argue with that, even though I can tell he doesn’t fully believe it. I don’t often lie to him, and it’s making me feel a little sick.

“Maybe we can have lunch? Or do a dinner with the little beasties, yeah? Ominis hasn’t been bothered by the Nifflers in some time. I think we could go for a laugh.” He suggests, pulling at threads.

“Yeah.” I give a half hearted smile. “Maybe we’ll do dinner.” With that as my farewell I turn and start taking the stairs as quickly as I can without breaking out into a full run, and head to a floo flame. 

To make myself into less of a liar I do go toward Professor Weasley’s classroom. Ever since Fig had died my fifth year, she’d become my confidant. She’d been a tremendous help my sixth year when I was stressed out about school, about trying to rebuild my friendships after everything. 

I slip into her classroom and move to the back, knocking on the door. No one was waiting in the room so I assume she didn’t have a class this period. 

She calls for me to come in and I crack open the door, walking into her pristine office. She was always so put together in my eyes, well for someone who was practically running the school without the title of headmaster. “Good Morning, Professor.” I smile lightly at her and she gestures to the little sitting area sitting by a window. “How nice to see you, how has your term been so far?”

I felt the immediate urge to lie, to tell her that everything was alright, that my year was going beautifully. I didn’t want her to think I was failing, but at this point I wasn’t sure what much of an option I had. 

As soon as I opened my mouth the floodgates broke. I told her about me struggling in lessons, about not being able to contain my magic, or stop myself from fighting with my friends. My the end I had fully lost control of my emotions and I was just sobbing into the sleeve of my robes. 

“Oh deary.” She sighs and comes around to sit on the same couch as me, putting her hand around my shoulders and rubbing my arm comfortably. “And on top of all of it.” I sob. “I’ve got bloody boy problems.”

She lets out a laugh that breaks me from my train of thought. “I know it seems silly, given the rest of it, but really these boys are driving me mad.” I giggle a little, wiping the tears off my face, taking deep breaths to calm down. 

“I’m sorry to break it to you, but they never get better.” Professor Weasley smiles. “I didn’t think so.” I sigh. 

“Does one of these mad boys happen to be my nephew?” 

I blush, answering her question for her. “I can tell him to leave you alone if you wish.” She smiles kindly and I shake my head. “No! No- I think he’s actually quite... charming.” God was this awkward to talk about with his aunt. “But-”

“The Sallow boy?” She asks and my mouth drops open, I’m sure I look like a fish out of water. “How did you know that?!”

“As much as we try to act above it all the teachers do talk. We all thought you were...” She trails off and I shrug. “He doesn’t like me like that, and... he knows about my magic how I don’t always... act normally. It scares the Jesus out of him.” I sigh, “I can’t blame him.”

“I doubt that.” She sighs. I shake my head and stand up, looking at the time piece on her desk. I was already 5 minutes late for Charms. 

I wipe my face once more. “Thank you... for speaking with me.” I sigh, I don’t know fi I felt any better, but it was nice to get off my chest. 

The Professor waves her hand and a quill floats up, writing a note on a piece of parchment. “I don’t know how much I can help in the boy department, but let me know if you need help with any lessons, I’m always here. And I’m going to start looking for someone who might be able to help you with that ancient magic.” The note floats over to me and I grab it out of the air, just a pass for being late to class. 

I nod, thanking her once more before heading off to Charms. 

When I get to my class I slip the paper on the Professor’s desk and slip into my seat next to Ominis, Sebastian on his other side. I open my books and Sebastian leans over our friend. “You’ve been crying.”

I ignore him, now was neither the time nor place for this. “Bird talk to me.” He begs, leaning closer to Ominis. “Bird ple-”

“Sebastian I am trying to pay attention to this lesson can you PLEASE stop pretending I don’t exist.” Ominis groans, maybe a touch too loudly. 

“Sallow, Gaunt. Am I boring you?” The Professor asks, the entire class turning to look at us three. I try to hide my red, puffy face from the prying eyes. 

“No, sir.” The two answer at the same time. 

“Five points from Slytherin, more if you continue to ignore my lesson.” He scoffs and turns back to instructing the class. 

Thankfully, Sebastian drops it.

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[sucrosette]

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For Day 5 of Carry on Countdown 23, Fight.

On not such a terrible boyfriend.

Rated T for themes, parental feelings, and presumably naked snuggles in bed, even if they are entirely unhorny snuggles.

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“Give me a bloody break!” My voice is cracking from all the screaming. I don’t scream particularly often. I don’t particularly care for a loud sort of anger, but sometimes my father pulls it from me. Not that he intends to, with all his passive little snipes and comments that I think he’s hoping I won’t so much as actively notice as let them sink into my skin and take effect.

Put more succinctly, the man’s passive aggressive. I don’t bother to stop the door from slamming behind me when I storm my way out the front door and into the cold biting kiss of the rain directly against my skin. I’m going to ruin my good jeans, the one Simon pretends not to be infatuated with. Worse than that, I’m going to ruin the seats of the car. Somehow, I don’t have the energy to care.

I hadn’t even realized I’d grabbed the keys until I felt the groves of them pinch against my palm, digging in too hard against soft skin from my grip. There they were though, saving me from a walk in the rain. I slide into the driver’s seat and she hums alive for me when I turn the key, the most reliable thing about my spotty homelife. The Ford Anglia purrs prettily while she warms up, warming me in the process, and I run through my options.

I could…

Go back inside. I scoff immediately at the idea. Of course, it’s the easiest option, the closest, but given my explosive exit I’d have to work to resolve the issue and given that the issue was once again my unchanging sexuality, I would not be caving to niceties. I would not be apologizing to my father, I would not be seeking compromise, I would not be disguising myself any longer. I had Simon. I wasn’t about to just let that go, not after all this time.

There’s a stray hope that Daphne might be attempting to mitigate on my behalf, but I doubt she’s making much headway 5 minutes into it. Besides, as much as she is kind, she’s got so many of my siblings to look after, and she’s always been soft-spoken by comparison. No, stepping back through that door again would not be an option.

Tomorrow maybe, I might slink my way back, but not tonight. If Father Dearest needed to get somewhere, I’m sure he can make do with the spare car.

The keychain hanging from the keys jangles as I flick it idly, humming my frustration. I could show up to Simon’s unannounced, I’m always welcome there, I know, but there’s the little detail of explaining himself once I’m there. Not that I’d necessarily have to, not that Simon would ever force me, but he would ask and I would hardly be able to deny the emotions I’m wearing on my sleeve.

I’ll tell him about it, eventually, but I don’t know that I’m up for it just now. Though a part of me is warring with that thought, I know the comfort just existing with Snow could bring me. I could tell him I’d tell him later, he’d understand. Something in me can’t quite reconcile the idea of just… outright being that vulnerable right now.

I’m already driving, thinking of my aunt and how she wouldn’t ask questions, even if she was keeping… odd company lately. Well, maybe that’s more why she wouldn’t ask questions. She’d been avoiding my father for more than a moment, unless it was absolutely necessary. I could at least go there and detox from the fight and she wouldn’t ask details. She might try and give some of her sagely “rebellious” advice, but I’d never much paid attention to that sort of thing anyway. So I set my path.

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I’d intended to drive to Aunt Fiona’s, I know, but somehow, the car’s ended up parked in front of Simon’s place. I can’t stop spinning the keys in my hands. I should leave the driver’s seat before Simon drifts off. The lights are still on. He’s probably watching something mindless on the tele, or maybe he’s trying to solve some mind teaser, something to wind down before he sleeps properly.

I should be already up half the stairs, but I hate feeling like this.

Like a dependant.

I take a sharp breath in and sit up, stepping out of the car and up the steps to the door to Simon’s flat. I could just open the door, I’ve a key, but I knock instead.

Simon’s on the otherside blinking up at me, confused by both my soaked state and the hour at which I’m showing up unexpected, but he tugs me in with a hand wrapped tight around my wrist. “Basil,” He hums my name so sweetly as he closes the door behind me.

At first I think he’s going to ask, but he says naught at all and forces me into a tight hug. I’m soaking through his soft flannel pyjamas, but he keeps holding tight to me until I wrap my arms back around his shoulders, over his wings folded down against his back.

“Simon…” I don’t know what I’d intended to say, but the sentence fails me and falls off at just his name, my nose falling into his hair, burying my face in the comfort of soft curls.

“It’s alright,” Simon soothes, rubbing soft circles over my back. I know I’m hiding sobs in his hair, tearstained cheeks against his scalp, and I know he knows it too, but he just keeps rubbing those soft circles over my back and murmuring quiet nothing words to calm me. “You’re alright, it’s just us, love, you’re alright…”

My breath runs a little too hot over him, but he doesn’t push me away, doesn’t quiet me when all I can manage is his name. I hadn’t even realized I was this broken up about all of it. I’d expected to be angry, not to sob over it all. It’s not like this had been an unfamiliar, unknown point of conflict. It’s not like I’d been caught off guard, but here I am, bloody well sobbing over it into Simon Snow’s sweet brown sugar scent.

Eventually I calm enough that Simon guides us into the bath and strips us both down. He hangs up our clothes and towels us down as carefully as I would. Something about that pulls a smile to my lips. “You’re learning, Snow,” I rasp out, as much snark as I can manage despite the raw feeling my tears had left behind in the back of my throat.

“Shove off, Pitch,” Simon punches light against my chest as he says it, a half smile tugging at his lips, “You must be feeling better if you’re up to banter again.”

“A touch,” I admit, “But not fully recovered yet.”

“Let’s get into bed. You’ll feel better after sleep.”

“And some water.” It’s a quiet request, and Simon’s already guiding me back out of the bathroom and towards the bed.

“And some water,” Simon agrees, “You get into bed. I’ll be right behind you.”

I go through the motions, curling up into myself under the covers, eyes drifting closed with my exhaustion. Simon’s there only a few moments, tall glass of water in hand and as much a tall glass of water himself, but there’s no energy in me to flirt with him like that.

Tomorrow, I commit the thought to action, tomorrow I’ll flirt with him shamelessly, ridiculously, excessively. Tonight, I thank him with just a nod as I swallow down the water in deep gulps.

Simon takes the empty glass from me and climbs into bed atop me. He uncurls all my limbs and wraps me up in his arms, laying on me as if he were a weighted blanket, as if he were every comfort I’ve ever needed. My arms wrap back up around his waist, clinging as if he could heal every wrong in the world, and I realize through our matched breaths that to me, he can.

Simon Snow is all I’ve ever needed, and all I’ve ever wanted, and he might have been asleep already, but I tell him as much, hoarse-voiced and barely audible, but I say it all the same.

I feel the soft kiss he presses to my chest and the words he says more than I can consciously hear them. “I love you too, we can talk about it in the morning, sleep now, Basil.”

My consciousness is fading fast, but still, I manage just one more moment of consciousness, “You’re not such a terrible boyfriend, Simon Snow.”

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[earthtoharlow]

Sunday Kind of Love

Chapter 3

AN: hope you enjoy 😉

Previous chapters

I rifle through piles of toys and stuffed animals on the floor. Brooklyn is gonna be late. It’s Wednesday and we have been doing good for the past week making sure we left the house for school on time.

“Brooklyn!” I yell. Where the hell are they, I always put them in the same place; the basket near the door.

“Brooklyn!” I yell again as I walk down the hallway to her room. I poke my head in quickly and see my daughter laying on her stomach watching cartoons on her bed.

“Honey, if we don’t leave in the next 3 minutes, you’re gonna be super late to school.” Brooklyn turns her attention away from the tv and looks at me “but momma, the show is just getting to the good part!”

I ignore her and a scramble to get her shoes and socks on. “I know baby, but we have the dvd remember. We can watch this episode anytime. Now, have you seen momma’s car keys? I can’t find them anywhere and we’re really gonna be late.”

I look up and see Brooklyn with her arms crossed with a pout on her face. “Please, Brooklyn. Please help your momma out.”

“They’re on the kitchen table, you threw them down after we came back from the store”

“Perfect, come on let’s go” I darted out of the room in a complete fluster and found my keys sitting right on the table, exactly where she said I left them. “Hiding again” I huffed to myself. I slung Brooklyn’s backpack on one arm and grab her hand as we leave the house. We’re gonna be so late.

I was driving in silence for a few minutes before I heard Brooklyn speak from the backseat. “Can we listen to some music?” I look at her through the mirror and nod my head.

As I turn on the radio, the opening chords of “First Class” by Jack Harlow comes on. Just as I was about to turn the station, I noticed Brooklyn in the back nodding her head along and shaking her fingers.

“And I can put you in (first class, up in the sky)…”

I tap my fingers along the steering wheel and sing softly to the rest of the song. Soon we were both giggling and singing along to the radio as we pulled up to the school. I looked at the clock and noticed we made it with 5 minutes to spare. I quickly unbuckle Brooklyn from her car seat and walk her into the preschool. I walk her to the front door and bend down to her height.

“Ok give momma kisses, I promise to be here at the same time as I always am to pick you up.” I told her softly before I started messing with the edges of her hair making sure it was in place.

“Mom! Stop it!” Brooklyn whines before holding her pinky out for me to grab. I kissed our joined fingers and whispered “I love you, Lyn. Have a good day”

“I love you too, bye!” Brooklyn says before she runs off to class before she ends up late. I turn with a sigh before heading out the school and make my way back to my car so I can start my own work at home.

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“So...have you texted her?” Urban turned away from the game for a moment to look over at Jack. “What?” he questioned him before continuing to play 2K

“Dude, don’t play dumb, you know, the girl with the kid who you haven’t stopped talking about since Sunday?”

“What?! I haven’t been talking about her all week!” He huffed. “Yeah sure, buddy!” There was silence for a few moments before he spoke again.

“Should I text her? I mean I don’t want to be a bother.” Urban said nervously. Jack pausing the game so he could look at his friend.

“She wouldn’t have given you her number if she didn’t want you to reach out to her. She even told you she works from home. She’s interested or at least wants to get to know you.” Jack tells Urban before picking up the controller again

“I guess you’re right.”

“Wait...what did you say” “I’m not saying it again”

“Hold on—“

“Shut up.”

It was noon when I decided to take a break from my computer. Being a freelance Graphic Designer had its perks but staring at the computer all day long can really hurt your eyes. I push back from my desk and grab my phone. I always put it on do not disturb while I’m working. I looked down and was shocked to see I had a text from Urban.

Urban: hey, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight? Maybe go see a movie or something?

Urban: and of course little miss Brooklyn is invited

I smile as I read his message. I felt giddy at the thought of hanging out with him somewhere other than the ice cream shop.

Y/N: I would love too!

I bite my lip wondering if I should invite him to Brooklyn and I “The week is almost over, let’s have a movie night” It wouldn’t hurt to have another person join in on our fun. Something about Urban makes me trust him. I don’t get bad vibes from him like I did….I shake my head before I could even start to think about Brooklyn’s father. I quickly send Urban another text.

Y/N: I have an idea, how about you come over and join our weekly movie night we do? There will be drinks and popcorn! It’s Brooklyn’s night to pick so I totally understand if you aren’t in the mood to watch a Disney movie lol :)

I nervously toss my phone after sending the text. I tried to keep myself busy by trying to get back to work but nothing was stopping my mind from spinning. Maybe, it was too soon to invite him over. I mean, I’m just a stranger. He wouldn’t have texted me if he thought I was a creep. Maybe. I mean…he is white. Before I could stress myself out any further, I hear my phone ding. I quickly grab my phone and see it’s a reply from Urban.

Urban: You had me at popcorn, I would love to join. Should I bring anything special?

Y/N: No, I’m a pro at this. You just bring yourself!

Y/N: . Actually, I would bring a blanket and maybe a pillow. Brooklyn likes to hog all the cover!

Urban: Sounds perfect, I can’t wait.

Y/N: Me too, come around 5:30. I’ll see you then :)

I sent him my address before putting my phone back on silent so I could finish more work before I had to pick up Brooklyn. Tonight is going to be fun.

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“Mommy hurry! We have to get the fort set up before he gets here! Everything has to be perfect!” Brooklyn whines as she begins trying to drag the kitchen chairs in the living room

“Baby it’s not even 5 yet, we have plenty of time. I promise.” I tell her before helping her with the chairs.

“Mr. Urban could show up early and we won’t have anything ready! That would be super...super no I got it! It would be super embarrassing!!” Brooklyn says with a huff and pushes her freshly washed hair out her face.

“Let’s take a deep breath and calm down, everything will be fine. Why don’t you go figure out what movie you wanna watch while I set up the fort.” I tell her, she nods her head and bounces off to find a movie. “Crazy girl” I muttered before I started grabbing all the pillows off the couch.

I was starting to pop the popcorn when there was a knock on the door. Before I could leave the kitchen, tiny footsteps ran past me. “Wait a minute young lady, what did I say about answering doors without me?”

“Sorry I’m just so excited!” “Me too Lyn, me too.”

I take a deep breath and reach for the doorknob. I open the door and there stands Urban dressed in joggers and a dark colored hoodie.

“Hey, uh I brought some candy. I hope that’s okay, I just figured you can’t have a movie night without candy. “ Urban says holding up the bags of candy

I smiled at him and let him inside. “Well it’s a good thing everyone in this house loves eating candy, good job.” Before he could respond back, Brooklyn was tugging on his sleeve to get his attention. Urban bends down to her height so he could make eye contact.

“Mr. Urban! I’m so happy you’re here, do you wanna go check out the fort?” She says grabbing his hand. He looks up at you with a look of confusion and mouths “fort?” but you give nothing away as you just give him a smile. He turns back to Brooklyn, “lead the way, kid!”

Brooklyn giggles and begins tugging him towards the living room. Urban stops wide eyed as he sees the pretty big pillow fort in the room. “This is amazing, Brooklyn! Did you do this all by yourself?” She starts to sway shyly next to him before shaking her head. “No momma, helped me”

“You guys did such a great job! Wow” Urban turns to me and gives a smile. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“It’s no problem, how about you guys get settled in while i grab the popcorn and then we can get comfortable and start the movie?”

As you were walking back to the living room you paused as you heard Urban and Brooklyn talking

“So what movie are we watching tonight?” I heard Urban ask Brooklyn

“Only the greatest movie in the world! Moana!” Brooklyn exclaims. “Moana? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that one.” Brooklyn then lets out a small gasp. “what?! Mr. urban that’s crazy talk!” Urban lets out small chuckle

“Well it’s a good thing I’m here tonight to watch it with you and your mom.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna love it! Soon it’s gonna be your favorite movie too!”

Taking that as my cue to join, I get the movie setup and start to make my way inside the pillow fort. I was surprised to see Brooklyn sitting so close to our guest. If she got any closer I’m sure she would’ve been sitting on his lap. I’ve never seen Brooklyn so comfortable with someone so fast. I was even more surprised that Urban didn’t seem to mind. I pressed play as the three of us settled into the movie.

I smiled as I looked over and saw Brooklyn giggling at the movie. Brooklyn and I had a rough year leading up to our move to Atlanta so it was nice seeing her with a smile on her face. Urban seemed to be enjoying the movie as well, watching with a smile on his face and whispering questions to Brooklyn when something confused him. The fuzzy feeling I was feeling in my stomach while watching them interact lowkey made me nervous. I was scared to let another man into our lives especially so soon after everything with Brooklyn’s dad. I could tell Brooklyn was starting to get attached.

Urban must have noticed me staring because he turned from the movie, smiled and offered me some of the candy he brought over. I held my hand out as he dumped some in my hand. Just as I was about to speak, Brooklyn spoke first.

“Ok everyone shush, this is my favorite part!” Urban and I turned towards to the tv as Moana was about to start singing

“I've been staring at the edge of the water, long as I can remember, never really knowing why…”

The fort was tall enough for Brooklyn to stand up and spin around. She played on giving us a show as she grabbed the remote and pretended it was a microphone.

“One day I'll knoooooow, If I go, there's just no telling how far I'll go!”

After her performance, Urban and I give her a round of applause and she crosses her feet at the ankles and gives us a dramatic bow. She then dramatically flops back down on the pillows next to me.

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As the movie came to an end Brooklyn was slowly falling asleep in my lap. I tell Urban to wait for me in the kitchen as I go and carry her off to bed. I gently press a kiss to her forehead and close the door behind me.

“It was nice having you here tonight, even though you had to watch a Disney film.” I say with a slight smile.

“I had fun, honestly. I very much enjoyed the multiple musical performances we got during the watch” he says with a chuckle. “Oh yeah that girl really knows how to work a stage!” I say.

“If you aren’t in a hurry to go home, I can warm us up some pizza and we can watch another movie? I mean, it’s still pretty early.” I asked. I had a lot of fun with him tonight and I didn’t really want the night to end just yet.

“You had me at pizza”

The both of you stood and made your way back to the living room, you stopped when you realized that the pillow fort was still up. It would take too much time to take everything down. Urban informed you that he was fine watching another movie under the fort and you guys both settled in.

“So…” I looked over and grinned at him. “What should we watch?”

Urban Wyatt just added to his story!

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[harrysrealgf]

NAIVE

You and harry broke up and a part of you can help but want him to show up at your door and apologize.

Fratrry¡reader

This is the good ending to this short thing, im gonna make a bad one bc I like this concept

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“Well if you don’t like it, then maybe we should just break up!” Harry yelled. This was an argument, the biggest argument you guys have ever had. All over how you didn’t want him to flirt with so many girls.

You paused for a second. You couldn’t believe what he said to you. “Maybe we should.” You finally said. You didn’t want to obviously. You love him, but maybe it’s for the best.

He was shocked you agreed.

“Great. Then we’re broken up.” He loved you, of course he did! He was just a flirty guy, and if you weren’t okay with that then maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.

Harry is a naive boy. He refuses to change or apologize about anything.

“I guess so.” You walked to the door, putting your shoes on.

“Where are you going?” He watched you.

“What? You broke up with me Harry. Do you just expect me to sit here in your house?” You asked. You were being sarcastic, but also serious.

“Well no, but..”

“No. I need to my house. I cannot do this right now.” You held tears in.

You didn’t even let him talk and you walked out. It was dark and rainy. You hated driving in the rain, but it was comforting.

When you got home you just ran to your room and cried. 3 years with Harry obviously meant nothing to him. He broke up with you so quick. He’s always been ignorant, but the one time you speak up about something that bothers you in the relationship, this happens.

He will never change, nor apologize to you. And you just need to accept that now.

You threw your headphones on and listened to music, that’s how you cope.

The past week has been a mess. You were late to work 3 times this week. You stayed up all night reading old texts where he was such a sweetheart.

But now it’s no contact.

You hoped he was come to your front door with flowers, and a real apology. Not just a lousy ‘I’m sorry.’

None of this was your fault and you knew it.

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It’s been 2 weeks since the breakup.

It was another rainy day, 7PM. And your doorbell rang. You threw your hair up and went to answer the door, and you were surprised to see who it was.

Harry.

“Hi..” he gave you that look. That stupid look. The look he gave you when he was wrong and he knew it.

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry.” He looked down and picked at the skin at the side of his nails.

“That’s it?” You ask as he was silent for a little after that.

“No. I’m sorry y/n. I’m bad at apologies. I know I am, I don’t do it a lot but fuck, I can’t live without you. You’re the love of my life and I.. fuck I don’t know how to say it.” He paused. “These last two weeks have been absolute hell. Everything I see reminds me of you and well.. us. I know I fucked up, I know I’m too flirty sometimes and I try and stop but I just get carried away..”

“Your not obligated to say anything to any other girl Harry. And you were right. If I don’t like it then we should break up. And we did. You completely left me behind the one time I speak up about something. I don’t know what else you want from me.” You bit your lip.

“I want you! It’s not what I wanted to leave you behind. Fuck I… I didn’t even want to break up with you in the first place.” He admitted.

“…then why did you?” You spoke quietly.

“I was just scared! Your the only girl I’ve ever really loved and… every move I make it’s just another mistake. I should’ve never said anything to that girl and I know how you feel and I don’t know what is wrong with me. Your my girl and I want to keep it that way. I love you y/n.” He spit it all out like he couldn’t stop talking. “I love you and I wont let anything in this world keep us apart anymore. But I’m losing myself and I don’t want to lose you too. If there was something I could do to take back what I said.. I would do it in a heartbeat.” He took a deep breath.

“I can’t control myself without you. I can feel your touch even when your far away from me.”

Your mind was hazy. You couldn’t think correctly.

“Please say something.” He was teary eyed at this point. “I’m so dumb I should’ve told you all of this before you even left my house.”

“Come inside, your getting soaked.” You finally spoke.

He smiled warmly and walked inside.

“I brought something too…” he pulled a rello and a baggie of weed.

“You know me too well.” You sniffled, smiled softly and whispered a quiet ‘come here’ and walked to your porch

You sat on your rolling area and he sat beside you. He handed you the bag and rello and you started rolling.

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You guys were laughing up a storm after smoking. High out of your minds, your thoughts started to come out.

“I didn’t want to break up either by the way.” You say taking a bit of the second blunt in your fingers.

“I figured.” You gave him a look.

“What does that mean?” You giggled.

“Cmon y/n. I know you. If you wanted to break up you woulda done it a while ago.” You shrugged while passing him the blunt.

“Your not wrong.” You took a drink of your water, “even when we were strictly only friends, everyone but you saw how in love I was with you.” This was all knew to him.

“How long have you liked me?”

“Maybe since like.. senior year of high school.” His mouth dropped open.

“Are you serious?” You nodded.

“Well I’ve liked you since like… freshman year.”

“Of college?” He shook his head.

“High school.” You mouth flew open and your eyes were wide open.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He shrugged.

“We had such a good friendship. I didn’t want to ruin it.. butttt… now I know your my soulmate I don’t need to worry about that anymore.” You blushed.

“Sooo… you wanna be my girlfriend again?” He asked.

“Hm I dunno… are you gonna be my boyfriend?” You tease.

“Of course.” He kissed you.

You pulled away from the kiss. “Wait a minute. You’ve liked me for 8 years?” He laughed.

“Love is love what can I say?”

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[agirlwithdemonblood]

Celebrity Next Door - Chapter 11

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Moving to a new location is difficult but living next to somebody you’d never expect to meet, and catching feelings? That’s damn near impossible to comprehend.

Chapter Summary: Those three words.

Warnings: Heavy Angst, slight fluff, mentions of injury, sadness. Happy ending though?

A/N: I didn't even realize how long this one was I'm so sorry!

Series Masterlist here! Main masterlist here!

When I was 12 years old, I broke my leg.

I remember crying so hard that I thought I would never stop. It was the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life. I was scared I would never feel better, but I did. 

And everytime something hurt me, physically or mentally I’d remind myself that nothing hurt as bad as when I broke my leg. I always managed to push the pain away, remember that it could have been worse. It always worked.

But this type of pain was unlike any other. The feeling of my heart shattering in my chest, my body numb, my mind screaming, i’ve never felt anything like this.

This type of pain made my broken leg look like a papercut.

This type of pain scared the hell out of me, made me think maybe I’d never be recover. I couldn’t just plaster a cast on and wait for it to heal.

I didn’t even know where to start.

I’m not sure how long it’s been since I left Jensen’s, but the sight of the sun setting and the night creeping it made it clear that it was well into the evening now. 

I haven’t moved from my spot against the wall, too scared to stand, to break out of my numb and shocked state I was now buried in. The crying finally stopped, and I just simply sat here.

 Empty. Broken.

His words echoing in my head. “Maybe it’s true.”

I knew it. I always knew deep inside that I was not worth it. I wasn’t enough. 

Who the fuck was I kidding? 

He was a celebrity, a very damn hot one on top of that and I was me. I was normal, too normal.

I didn’t have an interesting job or talents, I didn’t have loads of money to spend, I didn’t even look as attractive compared to the girls swarming this place. 

I was fooling myself to think that I could ever land somebody like him. 

My anxiety started to rise and I closed my eyes tightly, begging the thoughts to dissipate.

I considered stepping outside for some air or a change of scenery but I didn’t want to get up, I didn’t want to move.

 I looked towards my legs that were stretched out in front of me, eyeing the pool of blood underneath my foot.

Right, the glass.

I didn’t bother to check or try to get it out, as soon as I got home I slid against the wall in a puddle of tears, my emotions crashing through my body like an earthquake, nothing else mattered.

I sighed deeply as I started to come back to reality, feeling the exhaustion start to seep in.

Loud knocking on the door caused me to flinch but I stayed in my spot, not wanting to see anybody or have to get up right now. The knocking continued, I knew who it was but I couldn’t face him, not yet. Not like this.

The house went quiet, the knocking stopping. Until a new sound filled my ears.

Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.

Over and over again. 

I rolled my eyes as I reached in my sweater, grabbing my phone in my slightly shaking hand. Tears formed as I saw Jensen’s name, along with multiple messages.

I pulled myself off the floor, a light whimper leaving my lips as the wound on my heel touched the wood. 

Staggering over to the door, my heart was pounding and I could feel my anxiety rising. I wans’t ready to face him, especially after everything that was said. It was embarrassing.

I slowly unlocked the door and opened it, casting my head down as low as I could. I only knew he was there by the sight of his shoes and the hitch in his breath at the very sight of me. 

I turned away from him and limped to the wall that I have been sitting at for the past hours, sliding right back down in my spot. His footsteps followed me, slow but quick enough until he was right in front of me.

He let out a heartbreaking sigh, his hand moving closer to turn my foot towards him. I debated on hiding myself from him but I knew he wouldn’t leave unless he knew I was okay. Either that, or the ambulance would probably show up and come get me. This was easier.

He cringed and gasped as his eyes made contact to the glass still placed in my heel, deep enough to hurt like a bitch but not deep enough where if he pulled it out, i’d bleed out. It was an easy enough fix. 

“Fuck, this must hurt.” He whispered. 

I stayed silent.

He stood from his spot and walked to my kitchen, the sound of the tap going off and drawers being opened caught my attention. Here he was again, taking care of me, being forced back into my life through pity. 

I didn’t even realize he was back until my foot was being lifted onto his lap causing me to hiss in pain. 

He mumbled nearly inaudibly, “Sorry” which had a different type of heaviness to it. 

His eyes stayed glued to the task ahead, eyebrows furrowing in concentration so adorably that i was becoming frustrated at the way he can make me love him, so easily. 

The longer we sat there in silence, the heavier the tension became. Every gentle swipe of his fingers on my skin only made the sting of heartbreak so much greater. 

He finished his work with a sigh, patting my foot gently before he stood to clean up the torn up bandaid wrappers and bloody tissues.

I continued to stay still, my head low, my eyes avoiding his as best as I could. I knew as soon as I looked into his eyes, I’d turn into a puddle of sadness and tears.

He came back to where I was, crouching only inches away from where I sat. I swallowed hard as the words threatened to come out, the only three that I wanted to say but that wasn’t fair. Instead, he spoke first.

“Are you going to leave me?” He whispered, voice shaky.

My head turned slightly and I swallowed hard. “You should be the one leaving me, not the other way around.”

He shook his head as his hand moved to my knee, so gently I almost didn’t feel it. “You did nothing wrong. I don’t want to lose you but I know how bad I fucked up…”

I wiped the tear from my eye and frowned, “You did nothing but say the truth.”

He nearly jumped closer, hands reaching my cheeks, pulling my face to meet his eyes that were now full of tears and pain. I nearly cried at the sight.

“Please! Please believe me when I say that what I said was the furthest thing from the truth. I know I can’t take what I said back and I know I hurt you but I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. I'm the one who’s fucked up”

I shook my head away from his hands as tears started to pour down, I so desperately wanted to believe him and I knew he didn’t mean to hurt me but I knew from the start that I wasn’t good enough. I knew that a celebrity like him would never fall for somebody like me. 

“No, your not fucked up your perfect. You are everything a girl wants. You are handsome and smart and talented and I’m nothing…”

A sob broke through his chest and I jumped, turning to face him head on as he broke down. “You are everything. I’m sorry you can’t see it and I’m sorry I’m part of the reason why but you… god. I can’t even describe how much I love you.”

I froze as the words broke through the barriers, he finally said them, those three words we were terrified to say. I inched closer, hand moving to his knee as I stared into his green teared soaked eyes.

“What?”

He shook his head and wiped his eyes, “I love you. I love you more than anything. I fucked up I know that, I got scared… so fucking scared that you were going to leave me.”

“Why would you ever think that?” I whispered.

“Because when you came in after talking to her, I thought that was it, I thought she convinced you to leave me like she did, and I panicked. I got so fucking scared because even though I was with her for a long time, I’ve never felt this much love for somebody. As soon as you said you wanted to go home, I thought it was over. I lashed out and it was wrong and I can not apologize enough…”

I stared in awe at the man before me, and finally I felt the relief sink into my chest. I knew he was right, he didn’t mean it.

And as much as I still believed I wasn’t good enough, I knew he would love me regardless.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, smiling at the slight confused look on his face. I climbed onto his lap and wrapped my arms around him tightly, trying to hold the pieces together, I wasn’t going to let him break.

His head fell to the crook of my kneck and sob after sob crashed through his body like a tsunami. 

“I’m sorry… I’m so so fucking sorry Y/N.” He cried out, breaking my heart with his.

I nodded and kissed his head, “I know. I’m sorry too.”

He lifted his head and stared into my eyes, “For what?”

“For not telling you sooner, I love you so much Jensen.”

I could visibly see his heart skip a beat, a small smile spread across his lips. “You do?”

“More than anything."

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here we go: ‘86 is the title of my fic! this is the prologue i’m so so so excited yet nervous because it’s my first fic published but i hope you guys love it! 🖤

‘86 // The Prologue: THE FREAK AND THE BABE

*TRIGGER WARNING: swearing, mentions of abandonment, nsfw.

MARCH 23, 1985

I quickly gather my things as the bell dismissing us rings. “Thank god, I’m starving.” I think to myself. It was the last day of school before spring break and I couldn’t wait any longer. As well as school being absolutely draining, I have a week off from being harassed by Jason Carver.

Jason Carver is your average jock. Puts his feelings before others, doesn’t care about others. Just your good Ol’ average egotistical jackass. I never quite understood his obsession with me. I’m just a girl who hangs out with the band kids and I also write all the time. A coping skill I acquired dealing with the aftermath of my father leaving.

So, with that being said, I never understood the appeal I had on him. It’s like clockwork. I’ll attempt to sneak into the cafeteria so that I can avoid him, that’s not the case. He’ll always catch me. So, today would most likely not be an exception. A girl can certainly try. I sprint out of my classroom and hurry to the lunchroom, when I’m so rudely interrupted by an egotistical entity. I growl at his presence. “Hi Roxanne, how are you today? He cockily asks while fixing his obnoxious hair. I roll my eyes. “It was going good until you showed up.” I say under my breath.

I continue walking as he does as well, attempting to put his arm around me. I push it away. “No thank you. I don’t need a man to protect me from nothing.” He smirks then snickers. “Okay fine.” I start to grow very impatient and uncomfortable as the entity moves in front of me. I just want to eat something! “Are you at least going to be at the game later? You know, to cheer me on.” My anger grows and I scoff. “You seriously think I’m some bimbo with pom poms in love with you? Please.”

My skin begins to feel hot when suddenly the scent of old spice and weed overrides my senses. Realization hits as I see a leather covered arm wrap around me instantly calming me down. It’s Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Eddie is a senior who is repeating his senior year for a third time next year. I can’t help but to like him. Those eyes draw you in. I also sneak out with Robin to The Hideout to watch him and his band perform. He looks majestic when he shreds. I always find myself wondering if he notices me in the front row.

“Hey babe, is this guy bothering you?” I look at him astonished, blink a couple of times before it clicks. “Yeah. He’s… He’s harassing me about going to the game later and won’t stop.” I look up at Eddie, who gives me reassuring eyes before he sees red. “Carver thinks he can pull a fast one on my girl? Think I wouldn’t notice?” I put my hand on his chest continuing to play the part, only to notice how quickly his heart was beating.

I sneak a peek at Jason, who looks like he’s seen a ghost. “I’m just surprised a pretty thing would go out with a freak like you.” Eddie grows even more angry. “She is not a ‘thing’. She is a woman.” I rub on his chest even more. “A woman that chose the wrong guy.” Jason snaps. Eddie snaps harder. “At least i’m not a scumbag like y-“ I plant my lips on his as I drop my school books to caress his face. The cafeteria grows extremely silent.

His arms wrap around my waist and mine go into his curls as our kiss deepens. My eyes stay closed even though I’d like to see Jason’s face. Eddie stops the kiss and winks at me. I give him a smile. We stop our efforts and look at the pathetic thing. “Anything else Jason?” I ask, raising my eyebrows while still holding Eddie. Speechless, he walks away. I turn to my knight in shining armor. “Thank you so much. He wouldn’t leave me alone. How can I repay you?” Eddie chuckles. “That kiss was definitely something babe, show me what else you can do.” Now it’s me who’s speechless. Eddie kisses me once more and leads me somewhere.

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Eddie leads me to his van, away from the school. My smile intensifies. Eddie notices me smiling and snickers. “You know, you have a really nice smile.” He leans against the van, making the butterflies in my stomach grow. “Really?” I try to hide from embarrassment. “No no darling, don’t hide. I love seeing you smile, especially in the front row.” His cockiness peaks. I start to get flustered. “Oh…” I speak quietly. “I never thought you’d notice.” “Oh no sweetheart. I see you dancing with Robin Buckley. It’s hot catching glances with you.” He opens the van and climbs in before offering his hand. “M’lady.”

I grab his hand, put my foot on the step and he pulls me in. The force of the pull makes me fall into his arms and he wraps his arms around me, catching me. “Wow, I never ever thought I’d be in your arms.” Eddie has. a shit eating grin. “Took us long enough huh?” I laugh with him. “Yeah… But especially you. What took you so long?” That’s when the overwhelming feeling comes as Eddie puts his lips back on mine. My eyes shut immediately as our hands roam all over each other.

The contrast of my warm skin with the chill ones of his rings hits quickly and I need more. His lips are soft and rough. His calloused hands explore beneath my shirt, causing me to shutter a bit. I laugh a bit. “I always see the way Carver approaches you everyday. The way it left you feeling.” Eddie begins to bite and suck on my jawline. Little moans come out of my mouth and into his ears. “I would constantly beat myself up for not coming to help, but today…… fuck. Today was it.” The way he breathes onto my neck and also him talking. Oh fuck.’”I couldn’t stand it any longer. That asshole doesn’t deserve you.”

My hand and fingers go into his locks that have been begging to be pulled. “God Eds.” I moan as his lips travel down to my collarbone. His moans fill his van as I tug and pull. He begins to bite, lick, and suck onto my breasts. His hands hook onto my breasts, gives them a squeeze. He moves them behind me and unclasps my bra. “Finally.” I gasp as his hands get back to my breasts. “I’ve always liked you Rox. I would protect you from anyone and anything, including that piece of shit.”

He continues to do wonders as his hands travel down to my shorts. “I could never work up the courage to talk to you. God you’re so fucking - fuck.” He switches by laying me on the floor and he’s on top. He smirks like a menace. “You get nervous around me?” His brown orbs glisten with lust and love. “Oh darling.” He takes my shorts and throws them. “You didn’t seem nervous pretending to be my girlfriend.” He teases as his fingers glide against my leg.

“That’s because - oh fuck.” His fingers go on the fabric of my panties and start rubbing gently. “That’s because what sweetheart? Use your words.” The pressure of his fingers increased. I moan and whimper. “That’s because… Because I normally get shy around you.” Eddie devilishly grins and chuckles spreading my legs and looks at me with a confused look. “You were scared to talk to me? Baby girl…” He comes up eye level with me and holds my face in his hands. “I don’t bite…” He looks down at my panties. “Not yet, but I’m not scary baby. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for so long.” He rubs my cheek with his thumb.

“I guess… No, it’s silly.” I chuckle. “What is it sweetheart?” I give him a yearning smile. “When I was ten, my parents split. My father left… I just always thought all men were like that. It’s silly.” His eyebrows furrow a bit. “I’m so sorry Rox… He seems like a real asshoel.” “He is. My brother Dustin misses him but I can’t stand the thought of him.” My father is in prison. I live with my Uncle Wayne. He’s really great.” “What happened to your dad? Your mom?”

“My father, I honestly don’t remember much. He’s committed several crimes. My mom left shortly before he went. Uncle Wayne took me in and he’s been in my life ever since.” I lightly smile. “Maybe I should meet him.” His eyes brighten. “You will darling. You will.” We both smile and chuckle. I moan when his thumb brushes against me.

“Did you want to keep going?” He raises his eyebrows. “Oh my god please.” I whine as he smirks going back down to my center. His slender fingers wrap around the hem of my panties and pull them down quickly. I twitch a bit at the cold air. Eddie is in awe at the sight in front of him. “God you’re so fucking beautiful• He says under his breath. I laugh wickedly. “You think so?” I tease. “Oh baby, you’re gorgeous.” He pants. “I just can’t wait to taste you.” He circles his right index finger and middle finger around my core slowly. It’s pure ecstasy. He stick them in and starts pumping in and out of me.

“Oh my god Eds.” I groan. “Please.” He lowers himself more and his tongue licks slowly as his fingers reach my clit. His fingers start circling around rapidly. His tongue darts in and out of me. “God you’re fucking divine.” He moans as he tastes more of me. I can already feel my high approach. But I don’t want him to stop. He’s just unreal. This is ecstasy. “Ed-Eddie. I’m gonna cum.” He laughs against my core, vibrating it. “Go for it sweetheart.” I groan as I release.

I can feel myself tremble as Eddie takes everything I gave him. He licks everything up. I start panting as he comes back up for air. He’s a panting mess as well. His hair is disheveled and unkempt. Added with sweat. “You, my darling, are magnificent.” I blush at the compliment. “I need you.” We pant some more. “Not now sweetheart. We’ll save that for later. For now, we have to go on with our school day.” I chuckle. “Wow Eddie Munson actually gives a shit about school.” He laughs and hands me my shorts “Come by after school. I’d love to, um, have you.” I grab my discarded bra and put it on. I then grab his face and kiss him.

“You already have me sweetheart.” I give him a daring smirk. I sit on his lap with his member poking me. We get into a steamy passionate kiss as if everything disappears. We don’t even hear the faint sound of the bell ringing. We pull away from each other. “Damn Rox, we only just got to know each other. But goddamit you’re already the death of me.” I giggle. “Well, I guess I have that effect on people.” He grabs my face again and our lips connect again. I grab onto his shirt and rip it off him. Eddie smirks at me. “Round two?” I climb on top of him. “Yes.” We take a very extended lunch break in his van while passersby walk past to class. Meanwhile, Eds and I were learning about each other.

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