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melminli · 6 months ago

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Love To Dream

summary - there was this one girl that thanos really wanted, though, she didn't really want to have anything to do with him. unfortunately, that made him want her even more.

pairing: (thanos) choi su-bong x fem. reader

word count: 1.5k

contains: modern au, mention of drugs, enemies to lovers vibes ig, crack, yearning

a/n: i don't even know what this is tbh but I felt like we all deserved some laughs ;)

Life was good - life was really fucking good, Thanos thought to himself as he winked charmingly at a group of hot girls. They had been looking in his direction for a while now while giggling, clearly interested in him. He continued to watch them as he sipped his drink, music pumping through his veins like adrenaline. Thanos's eyes darkened as the girls continued to cast lustful glances in his direction - he knew he could easily get more than one of them into bed tonight and why wouldn't he? It hadn't been long since his last performance on stage, reminding everyone present once again of his legendary status in this club.

However, his attention was focused somewhere entirely else after the most breathtaking person ever decided to walk past him. The pick-up lines he had been thinking of for the group, vanished from his mind after this angel showed up in front of him since the other girls could barely compare. The whole thing looked like something out of a scene from a Kdrama because time seemed to pass in slow motion and your hair was swinging in the air like that of a princess - which would have been the perfect time for some product placement because it just looked so damn soft.

Thanos had his mouth wide open in shock and put a hand over his heart to check if it was still beating while his eyes never left your figure. You - who was leaning prettily against the bar right next to him as you ordered something from the bartender.

“Hey.” he finally recovered from the moment and casually moved towards you. “I'd introduce myself, but I assume you already know me.” he talked to you with his flirty face as soon as you looked up at him.

You smiled shyly. “Yeah, I watched your performance,” you answered him and seemed quite grateful that he was speaking to you right now. “You were pretty good.” you giggled slightly as you complimented him.

“Yeah, that's just how I am.” he sighed as he looked around the room as if it was a burden for him to have to live with all the recognition. His eyes met yours again and he tried to impress you by unpacking a few bars while emphasizing them with the movements of his hands. “Girl, I know you and I are meant to be because after I looked at your pretty face everything stopped being. If only you saw what I can see, you'll understand why I want you so desperately.” he rapped to you, stealing the last line from some One Direction song, but you didn't need to know that.

You shyly put your hands in front of your face to hide your smile. “Oh my god, that was so incredibly sexy, I'm so horny for you right now.” the words came out of your mouth and made Thanos screw up his face weirdly for a second.

Because first of all, those vulgar words didn't match your innocent demeanor in the slightest - and secondly, you said exactly what Thanos had imagined you would say - it was actually a bit creepy since you literally said it word for word. Thanos hardly thought that he could foresee the future all of a sudden or that you could maybe read minds, though he decided to ignore the whole thing as soon as you started touching his chest softly with your hands. He wanted you so bad.

“You don't even know what you're doing to me right now,” he whispered to you while you felt him so sensually and he was about to kiss you, hadn't you stopped his lips with your hand as you laughed into his face. “I think you should wake up now. Otherwise, the pink elephant will keep handing out balloons to people.” You told him, pointing behind him to where the bar was supposed to be.

“Hah?” he asked you confused and turned around while continuing to hold you in his arms, but all he saw were a few dogs breakdancing - and that was nothing out of the ordinary. He continued to look at the scene with a grin, even though some inner voice inside him was stressing out about kissing you immediately as if he was running out of time. He finally turned back to you and was about to continue when he suddenly heard a man speak. “You really should wake up man.” Nam-gyu's voice told him and Thanos only caught himself almost kissing him after he took a closer look. He just pushed him away from him in disgust and then -

Thanos woke up from his sleep, bathed in sweat, when he saw your face in his field of vision. “Finally, you're sleeping like a dead man. There's some guy at the door who wants to talk to you,” you told him as he sat up tiredly while slowly recovering from his strange dream.

That's right. You weren't just some hot girl he met at the club, you were his fucking roommate. Thanos discreetly pushed more blanket over his lap as he tried to shoo you away from his room with a wave of his hand. “Yeah, yeah - I'll be right there, just - give me a moment,” he said without looking you in the face.

You just sighed slightly and complied with his request, though not without letting him know how unhappy you were. “I told you to stop giving our address to these dealers. I don't like it when they show up here,” you grumbled under your breath before dashing out and closing the door behind you.

After that, Thanos let out a very heavy sigh and stroked his face aggressively. “Now she's showing up in my dreams, too? Fucking great.” he grumbled to himself and got up from the bed to put on some decent clothes. His eyes met his own reflection as he pulled a shirt over his head. “Get a grip man, what's wrong with you?” he asked himself as he grimaced in annoyance. “You're Thanos the destroyer, not some kind of -”

“Stop taking so long and come here already!” your voice suddenly shouted, coming through his door slightly muffled.

He looked even more annoyed at that and made his way to the living room while shouting back at you. “I'm fucking on it, alright!” and it only took a few loud steps from him to your front door for him to yank it open to fix the damn problem. He looked at his friend, completely bothered by his presence. “What do you want?” he asked him and was kinda glad that it at least wasn't Nam-gyu because he just really didn't want to see his face at the moment and probably for a little while.

“Hello, to you, too.” the man in front of him greeted him, already used to his weird mood swings. “I just wanted to do you a favor by bringing you some of the pills you wanted because last time you almost beat me up when I didn't have them with me,” he explained, holding the bag, which Thanos grabbed instantly before inspecting it more closely. “Don't act like you didn't deserve it, I paid you the money in advance, man. Of course, I was angry,” he complained again and would probably have beaten him up for real right now if he had ruined his morning over something completely unnecessary. However, he would still have to make sure that something like this didn't happen again so that you didn't have another reason to kick him out of the apartment.

“You know, maybe this was meant to be. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been greeted by an absolute hottie today,” he said happily as he stood there, still interested. “Is she your cousin or something? Do you want to introduce me to her?” he asked and was quite confident in the way he acted, but Thanos just looked at him emotionlessly for a few seconds until he slammed the door in his face.

"Okay, he's gone now!" he exclaimed, bored, and made his way into the kitchen, where you were sitting with a cup of coffee or something while scrolling on your phone. "Don't open the door for that guy if he shows up again," he said, grabbing a cold Sprite from the fridge. You just looked at him with a displeased look. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'll make sure that he and no one else shows up after today. But, I'm just saying that in case it still somehow happens."

Thanos then opened the can and drank from it while he continued to watch your face from the side. Eventually, he sat down next to you, although, to his dissatisfaction, that didn't seem to get your attention. "Hey, you want to go on a date?" He asked, and you weren't sure how many times he asked you that by now. You kept scrolling on Instagram. "You know my answer to that."

Thanos continued to grin hopefully. "Yes?" he asked and then watched you disappear out of the kitchen with your cup of coffee in your hand - probably to your room. "You should be glad that I'm even asking you! Other girls would die for..." he muffled towards the end before he stopped talking entirely once he realized that you weren't giving him a reaction.

Maybe, I should just go back to sleep, he thought to himself dejectedly, unable to believe that he had actually better chances with you in dreams with pink elephants and breakdancing dogs.

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pathologicalreid · 8 months ago

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come a little closer | s.r.

in which you and Spencer have sex for the first time since his release from prison, and more importantly, since Cat told him what happened in Mexico

margotober masterlist

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: mentions sexual assault, spoilers for season 12 of cm, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, crying during sex, cockwarming, explicit consent, not really softdom but reader has spencer take the lead, read with care word count: 2.65k a/n: this bad boy has been in the works for MONTHS. please tell me if you like it i'm so desperate for affirmation. (also this is the last kinktober post of margotober)

His hands on your waist were becoming firmer in their placement as Spencer continued pressing his lips to yours, expertly slipping his tongue into your mouth as he managed to take your breath away.

This could be as far as you went, and you would be content with that. After prison, after Mexico, you were grateful that he let you in at all. You were sleeping in the same bed at night, he was home for the month, teaching forensic psychology at a private university in the district. “Are you okay?” You whispered against his lips.

You were sat on the edge of the bed, and he was standing between your legs. “Yes,” he responded, continuing his motions.

In the past few weeks, you have found yourself in this situation three times. The first two times he had called it off, being too overwhelmed by fractured memories of his time in Mexico. The last time, you asked him to stop when you got stuck in your head, too anxious to remember that you were supposed to be enjoying it.

Today, you were tired. Too tired to think about anything other than the feeling of his lips on yours. You couldn’t control the whimper that escaped your throat as he gently tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth.

He pulled away slightly, eyes studying your face quickly before he asked, “That was good right? The noise?”

Your chest ached at the recognition that he had been left with so much self-doubt that he didn’t even know if what he was doing was right. Nodding confidently, you peered up at him through your eyelashes, “Yeah, that was good. I liked that,” you assured him.

It felt like the first time. As if you hadn’t had sex together multiple times and spent the past several years learning what the other liked. “What do you want me to do?”

“Take the lead,” you implored, looking at him. You couldn’t tell him what to do, at the very core of your actions, this was about him. This was about what he needed to do. You could always tell him to stop, but if he asked you to change something, you’d move heaven and earth to make him comfortable.

You just wanted to make him feel comfortable. The way you could feel his heart pounding in his chest, made you wonder if he was going to call it off. You had to bite your tongue from asking if he was alright, you needed to trust that he would tell you if anything was wrong.

Surprising you, he deftly slipped his hands beneath your t-shirt, pulling the soft fabric off of your torso in one quick movement. He used the pads of his fingers to lightly skim your bare body, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. You kept yourself quiet, looking up at him as he studied you with wonder in his gaze, “You’re so pretty.”

If you hadn’t been hyper-aware of your surroundings, you might’ve missed the compliment. “I love you,” you breathed, chest tightening in a nauseating mixture of adoration and nervousness.

“I love you too,” he responded easily to you, his large hand placed firmly on your ribcage while his other planted itself on the mattress, maintaining his balance as his head craned forward to kiss you.

Your hand shook as you thumbed the hem of his shirt, moving your lips against his as you waited for him to cue you. The catch there was Spencer could spend hours kissing you without needing anything more. Your other hand rested softly on his collarbone, a non-sensual location where you were still touching him, but it wasn’t an intimate touch, at least, not in a sexual sense. It was an intimate touch in the sense that you were using the soft pressure of your palm to reassure him that you were here.

Spencer’s hand on your side gently pushed your back down to the mattress, once the fabric of the sheets was touching your skin, you eyed him curiously as he took his shirt off of his own volition. Better food and a considerably less stressful living situation had brought him back to life, and the haunted look that he came home to you with had faded over the months.

He stepped back from the mattress, and before you could figure out what he was doing, he took your thighs in his hands and moved you so your body was entirely on the bed, and you thought that the laugh that came from you as he moved you would be the end. Clamping your hand over your mouth, you looked up at him with wide eyes. “I’m sorry,” you whispered to him, mortified.

Shaking his head, Spencer smiled and climbed up on the bed with you, “No,” he breathed, hovering over you, “Do it again.”

This time a nervous laugh bubbled through your throat, “What?”

He dropped a soft kiss to your lips before pushing himself back up on his arms, “I just want this to feel normal. It’s sex, there’s no need to be so procedural about it.”

You stared up at him while nodding, “Okay,” you affirmed, reaching a hand up and fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck. There was no procedure available to you. There was no pamphlet that could readily guide you on being intimate with your formerly imprisoned boyfriend after a serial killer let him know that she had arranged his sexual assault in a foreign country.

The best thing you could think to do was let him take the lead. He was the one who had initiated this, and you were more than willing to follow.

Spencer deftly pulled your underwear and shorts down together, guiding your legs out of the extraneous fabric before he paused. His arm looped around your leg, effectively hugging your calf as he rested his chin on your knee, heady eyes looking at you before he spoke, “Oh, angel,” he murmured, “My memory never does you justice.”

Your stomach flipped at his words, your hips adjusting on the sheets as he detached himself from your leg and returned to his station above you, this time with you fully nude beneath him. “Then it’s a good thing I’m right here,” you murmured, giving him a slice of comfort with a double meaning.

His hand skimmed down your chest, resting his palm on your lower belly before he looked back up at you, brown eyes meeting yours, “May I touch you?”

Breathlessly, you nodded, “Yes,” you told him, verbalizing your answer. Reinforcing your response as his hand slid further down, cupping your heat with his hand, his index finger slipping between your folds.

He didn’t break eye contact with you as he gently rubbed you, his unpracticed hand quickly gaining confidence as your lips parted and your breath quickened. You hadn’t considered how quickly your orgasm would build up, but for as long as it’s been for him, it’s also been for you.

His finger slid into you slowly, his eyes watching you carefully with every slight movement, and a soft moan escaped from your throat at the sensation of his finger knuckle deep in you, feeling miles further than your own fingers could ever reach. Lifting your head up, you brought your mouth to his, moving your lips slowly against his, moaning into his mouth as he withdrew his finger, slipping it back in with ease. There were no words that you could find that would accurately explain the amalgamation of emotions that were rushing through you right now, but the way you were kissing Spencer portrayed them perfectly.

Spencer hummed against your lips, delicately adding a second finger to his ministrations, the stretch of your pussy around his hand causing your back to lift off the bed. He started thrusting his fingers in and out of you, a gentle but firm pace that took away your ability to focus on kissing him, letting your head drop to the pillows.

“Oh, Spencer,” you breathed, the knot building in your lower belly causing your head to spin. “Spence,” you panted his name, “You’re gonna— ah.” You screwed your eyes shut for just a moment before opening them again, meeting his as you whispered, “Please, please, please.”

Your incessant begging only came to an end when your orgasm finally took you under the influence of dopamine, walls clenching around his fingers as he worked you through the waves of pleasure coursing through you. “You’re so pretty,” Spencer mused, his words taking you slightly by surprise as his hand withdrew from your cunt.

You sighed dazedly up at him, reaching up a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, “I love you,” you whispered, looking up at him with wonder in your eyes.

The lopsided smile he gave you was all you needed to know that all was well, and the kiss that he dropped on your lips elicited the same feeling. “I love you too,” he muttered against your lips, keeping himself propped above you.

Parting your lips with curiosity, you struggled to find the words to ask him. “I want… Can we…” you tried, but everything fell short as your eyes searched his desperately.

Spencer took his lower lip between his teeth, and you knew that if he called it off, you would be more than happy with the progress that you’d made. You’re surprised when he responds, “I need you to say it. I need you to ask.”

“Would you like to have sex with me?” You asked him, there was a tentative note in your voice that seemed to bring him comfort. A sort of cumulative blanket of uncertainty over the moment that you were sharing.

Spencer nodded in response “Yes,” he said, giving you a verbal answer.” He didn’t take another moment to think about it before he moved off of the bed, your eyes followed him curiously as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and underwear, dropping them both to the floor in one fell swoop. “Yes,” he repeated.

With every ounce of self-control in you failing, you eyed his cock. Standing at attention, the tip was leaking pre-cum and he looked almost painfully hard, your lips gaped at the sight, “Oh.”

Finding his way back to the bed, he held himself above you, not touching you at all as his head tilted to the side, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yeah, I am,” you looked up at him. “It’s just been a while,” you breathed, letting your nerves show through in the hopes that it would ease both of your minds.

He smiled softly at you, understanding clear in his expression, “We’ll go slow, okay?”

His use of the word we made your chest tighten, a recognition of your nerves as much as his. “Okay,” you breathed, opening your legs slightly wider for him and placing your hands on either one of his shoulders.

Biting on your lower lip, your eyes flittered down to where his hand was positioning his cock at your entrance, the soft skin of his tip swiping over your clit as he found his mark, pushing just the tip inside, and giving the both of you the time you needed to adjust. You moved your gaze back up to his face, studying him intently as you did so. As sure as he seemed, you wouldn’t put it past him to push through something if that’s what he thought you wanted.

“Take your time,” you whispered, trying to reassure him without it being overbearing, your breathing hitched when he pushed in more. Somehow, at only about half of his length, he felt impossibly deep in you.

Making eye contact again, Spencer watched your expression, “I’ve got you,” he said, dropping soft kisses to your lips, one after the other.

You nodded, keeping your eyes on his to the best of your ability, “I’m okay, we’re okay.”

Your words gave him the confidence to push into you, fully sheathing himself inside of you, and breaking eye contact. His head dropped into the crook of your neck, groaning against the soft skin as you tried to adjust yourself with the sheer amount of pressure between your legs.

Taking a deep breath, you froze at the realization that tears were falling onto your skin, the nearly inaudible drip of them on your neck and the pillow behind you spreading an icy feeling through your veins. “Spence,” you whispered, combing your fingers through his hair while you felt his dick twitch inside of you.

He didn’t respond, not verbally at least, producing a low hum.

“How are you doing?” You asked him softly, trying to stop your walls from clenching around him while he was clearly having a moment. “We can stop if you need to,” you murmured, continuing to play with his hair.

Slowly, he pushed himself up on shaky arms and kissed you, tasting of salty tears and bitter coffee. As his lips coaxed yours open, he moved his hips, gently filling you as he did so.

Tears pricked at your own eyes as you realized that he was being as gentle with you as you were with him. It had been six months since you last opened up to each other like this.

“I missed you,” he muttered, pulling his head back so that he could watch where your bodies were joined, his shaft covered in your slick as he thrust in and out.

You already knew that he’d missed you while he was away, but he specifically missed this. The feeling of baring your soul to another person, and this time around it all felt that much rawer. It broke your heart while simultaneously putting it back together. “I missed you too,” you whimpered, forcing the words out while he found a steady rhythm.

His thrusts were still slow, but they were hard, pushing himself as deeply into your cunt as he could go. “You’re so good for me,” he said, grunting as he kept moving, “Fuck it’s— Can I cum in you?”

Nodding frantically, you met his eyes again. “Yeah,” you breathed, a sharp moan torn from your throat as he moved up, changing the angle ever so slightly as he continued fucking into you. “Oh,” you gasped, as your eyes rolled back at the sensation of him spilling himself into you, his sloppy thrusts sending you over that same edge.

You couldn’t make sense of whatever he was mumbling while his hips stuttered to a stop, leaving himself firmly planted inside of you. He rested his head on your shoulder, his body lying on top of yours.

Once you remembered how to breathe, your hands made their way back to his head, fingers combing through his hair. “Are you alright?” You asked him, seeking out a final confirmation that he was, in fact, okay.

He hummed in response, “I’m great,” he said, “I’m really really… in love with you.”

Startled, a light giggle escaped your lips, “I’m really really in love with you too,” you responded, mimicking his intonation.

“You’re so perfect for me,” he murmured, coveting you in a way that made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. As far as you were concerned, you were the luckiest girl in the world.

Sighing, one of your hands fell to his arm and you closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep like this, with him still tucked into you.

Your other hand remained up, playing with his hair, “You’re gonna make me sleep,” he said, a half-complaint, really.

“That’s okay,” you whispered, knowing that eventually someone would get up and turn off the lights, but right now, you’d rather stay with him. Right now, that was the only thing that mattered to you.

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harmoonix · 9 months ago

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Dark Romance

Astrology Observations

-❤️Birth chart placements showing "words of affirmation" as a love language: ❤️

Moon, Venus or Mercury in air signs

Virgo/Gemini/Leo placements

Mercury in the air houses, 3rd, 7th, 11th

7th house in gemini, libra, aquarius

Gemini, LIbra, Aquarius Rising

Venus - Mercury aspects

Moon - Mercury aspects

Sun - Mercury aspects

Virgo/Sagittarius and Gemini placements can be good writers. They can be good at writing on any topic. If you ever decide to write a dark romance book, you can have success alongside that

I observed that for earth & water placements especially Venus and Moon is very important to show that you care and have time for them, dont cancel things with them since they may overthink you dont pay that much attention to the relationship

Scorpio, Aquarius and Capricorn placements especially Venus/Mars/Moon value loyalty a lot in their romantic relationships, they are also value trust in their relations as well

Taurus Sun/Moon/Mars may love to be surprised by their partners with love gifts/does not have to be something fancy or expensive. Just make sure they appreciate it

Venus in the 6h/Venus at 6 or 18 degrees/Venus in Virgo are adorable in a love relatinship, they will always pay attention to everything!! They can offer to do romantic things for you as a gift of their adoration for you

Venus in the 12H or Venus at 12, 24 degrees can have dreams about their partners or future potential partners, they can dream about being into a relationship like in movies

Venus aspecting Pluto in my opinion is the definition of dark romance, this aspect can often make the native to fall in love with "villain" type of partners, or the "bad guys", not the stereotypes but the true meaning of them

South Node aspecting Venus in my opinion is like you try to find your love in every life you have, past or present always searching for that "one"

Pisces/Libra/Taurus Moon/Mars/Venus/7th house need romanticisim in their relationship, they are nothing without the feeling of love in their lives. They can always give the same energy back

Leo/Virgo/Cancer Moon/Mars/Venus/7th house need someone they can rely on in their relationships, a partner you can always count on, someone supportive and proud for being your partner

Capricorn/Aquarius/Aries Moon/Mars/Venus/7th house need a love partner who can see the good in them even when they fail, someone they can go through the challenges of life, someone they can grow old with

Scorpio/Gemini/Sagittarius Moon/Mars/Venus/7th house need someone who lasts, someone who will always choose them, someone who is worthy to love with all of your heart and soul, a love partner who will always put you first

Jupiter aspecting in good aspects Venus natives can have really beautiful and blessed love relationships, you can feel the luckiest with them, truly a real fantasy

Pluto/Neptune/Uranus and Saturn in the 7H give the vibe of "You did all of these just to find the love you always deserved". Generational planets last long and are secured

Moon/Mercury/Mars and venus in the 5H give beautiful creative relationships, someone you can always learn from, someone you can create beautiful things togther

Sun in the 4H husbands will give their life and soul for their family/kids, they will be the best husbands to everyone and kind of like a fahter example to others

If they have their Mars in the same sign as your Venus you can feel both of an attraction and denial to eachother, like you know that you love them but in a way you wanna keep it away too

Mars in Sagittarius/9H or at 9, 21 degrees will be down for whatever you want to do, they love trying new things and love to live the experience together with their partners

LIlith aspecting Sun can create a sort of mystery around people and secret admires, like you can never know if someone has an interest in you because of this secretive aura

Your MARS SIGN can be attracted over the body part its zodiac sign rules over:

For exmaple cancer mars attracted to the chest

leo mars attracted to the upper back/back

capricorn/aquarius legs zone

scorpio mars genital zone

aries mars to the face zone

taurus/gemini to the neck/ears/hands

pisces mars to the feet (No kink shame)

sag mars to the hips/thighs

virgo mars to the belly zone/waist

libra mars to the butt

5H Placements especially mercury, venus or moon can get in relationships young, is that "high school" love, gemini/virgo over the 5h can as well

Having a partner who has 8H placements especially Jupiter/uranus/venus and mercury is so HOT! Dominant energy yet always lovely to their partners!!

Uranus in the 5h/8H can make people interseted in your sexual life, sexuality, kinks, things that turn you on and so many others,,,some got no shame at all

Uranus in 2h or the 6h loves a good damn physcal touch!, they will love being touched everywhere but i feel they mostly like to give hugs and kisses

Lilith aspecting Neptune can give sexual fantasies/illusions, they can have lots of sexual dreams as well in harsh aspects these can be too intense

Lilith aspecting Jupiter can have a very high libido/sexual life or they may seek/look for that in the future, especially in harsh aspects can make the naitve a "nympho"

3H placements like mars/venus or even pluto can give someone a car/motorbike love fantasy for example making love in the car, or idk kisisng on your partners motorbike is something that is usually involved with these

Pluto or Neptune in the 8H can make the native sexual obsessed or obsessed with sexual tendency! It can go or transform into an addiction over time

9H placements can make good family bounds with their partners family. esp a good sister or brother in law, in case of marriage it can bring more abundency to both natives life

11H love placements like venus,moon/juno can easily have those "friend to lovers" relationship and i knowww this have been said for too long so lets switch a bit, they can create a very deep bound with their partners, i think ppl with these placements fight less or have less arguments because they understand each-other so good, if venus or moon has good aspects it can turn into a really good relationship

I heard some bloggers saying that Saturn in the 7H can be a boring love relationship placement and i felt like i need to say something about this because i dont think is that easy to have this placement in the 1st place, is something that grows overtime and usually gives more results when you become an adult, it gives a good amount or resurance about your partner, for some people even a sucessful relationship, a good bounding with them, more maturing relationships, and a very supportive spouse. I dont think any placements are boring in love topics. Maybe is just the process of waiting for that one person that can be "boring"

People who have scandals or dramas around their relationship can have Libra Mars or mars in the 7H because, is usually coming from other people rather than the partner or relationship itself, is more like people trying to break up your relationship, thats why some people choose to keep their relationships private

In a womans chart, the sun can also represent 2nd marriages or 2nd relationships in case there are some. It is mostly for those who have been divorced

Mercury in harsh aspects to Venus or Moon can make you feel like youre gonna embarass yourself in front of your partner, which is mostly not the case, never be afaird to show your fully self to your partner because if they are right one they will aceept all your silly sides

Friday 11th 🤎🤎 sounds so dark for some reason, and I love it!!! Hope you all have a good Friday and weekend as well

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astrolook · 3 months ago

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Sun In Synastry : The Light They Bring Or Burn You With

Note: First of all, these are my personal observations based on client readings and what I have observed in real life relationships whether flings, short-term romances, long-term commitments, or marriages. We will be looking into both good and the shadow side of it. No single synastry aspect determines if a relationship is “meant to be” or if someone is your soulmate. True soulmates won’t bring you constant pain, abuse, emotional neglect, or detachment. They won’t harm you, manipulate you, or make you question your worth.

Now, with that said… let’s dive into today’s post! ✨

Sun in 1st house:

The Sun person is instantly drawn to the house person's presence, style, and energy, like a moth to a flame. You hype each other up like having a personal cheerleader. You don't feel the need to impress the Sun person as just being yourself is enough. This overlay creates an undeniable sense of "We just fit".

Now, the bad is that if one person has a fragile ego or jealousy, competition can creep in. The Sun person here would make the house person feel like a supporting character in their own life. Sometimes, this placement manifests as them being too comfortable with each other early on can lead to treating each other more like siblings or just a "buddy" rather than lovers.

Sun in 2nd house:

The Sun person sees the house person as valuable in some way. This creates a strong sense of mutual support and building together. Can work well in practical marriages or partnerships and also a stable goal-oriented relationships.

This placement can be seen with business partners or business romances. The house person might feel used if it isn't mutual. Can lack passion and deep emotional bond.

Sun in 3rd house:

The conservations between you both never dry. Endless chatter about anything and everything. The sun person thinks the house person is witty and logical. The house person would feel mentally alive and heard around the Sun person. Both parties feel comfortable and relationship feels natural here. Can build a lasting mental connection.

The Sun person may find the house person predictable. It feels right to the Sun person but not exciting. In some cases, the couples lacks sexual chemistry and need other aspects for passion.

Sun in 4th house:

Feels like instant family and deep emotional intimacy. The house person feels safe and comfortable around the Sun person. The Sun person might help the house person to heal their childhood wounds. Both of them could develop a strong desire to build a home or live together.

The house person can become too emotionally dependent. The house person might project their family issues onto the Sun person. Sun person might feel drained by house person’s emotional needs. I've seen in marriages where if things go south, it even resulted in a divorce. More comfort than passion.

Sun in 5th house:

This overlay gives instant chemistry that's fun, flirty and full of romantic energy. Sun person lights up the house person’s creative and playful side. There is mutual admiration and both of you make each other special. If kids are involves, there is a strong loving bond around them.

In some cases, it can feel more like a fling or a one-night stand than a real relationship. House person may see the Sun person as childish or too playful. Can burn hot and then fizzle out fast. If one person wants long-term and the other just wants fun, it gets really messy. I've seen this overlay on single parent households where the Sun person is absent from the kids life.

Sun in 6th house:

The Sun person helps the house person stay on top of their game in terms of health, work, and routine. Both of them know you can count on each other. This synastry overlay points to a productive lifestyle. It could be a great working partnership or supportive relationship. In marriages/LTR, I've seen this overlay manifest as the couple adopt pets which serves as a bonding factor for them.

In some cases, might feel like co-workers or roommates than lovers. House person might feel nagged about their habits by the Sun person. If unbalanced, resentment can build over time.

Sun in 7th house:

Sun person ticks all the boxes for what the house person wants in a partner. You feel like you belong together. It can be great for marriages and LTR or partnerships. Both of you just get each other.

On the flip side, The love-hate dynamic is very real. You admire them but also want to strangle them. They can be overly dependent on each other. Fights can be brutal but this relationship would feel like fated. If not balanced, one person compromises too much.

Sun in 8th house:

The Sun person feels the connection in the house person's soul. There is an intense magnetic pull and high sexual energy. The Sun person shines a light on the house person’s inner demons which can be healing or horrifying. Together they could explore the themes of psychology, occult or spiritual awakening as well.

The house person may hate the Sun person and hates to be seen with them. If the house person isn’t attracted? Major ick. They might cringe at the Sun person’s presence and behavior. Sometimes one of them has the upper hand and it can get toxic fast. In some cases, these relationships could feel like a walking PR disaster. You get me?

Sun in 9th house:

This overlay is where the Sun person idealizes the house person sometimes to the point of idolization. Late-night existential debates and long walks after midnight are common with these two. I've seen this overlay in travel vlogging couples. The Sun person expands the house person’s worldview, pushing them to think bigger. They could be inspiring and lifting each other up.

The house person may blindly follow the Sun person or reject them outright if they push too hard. In some cases, the Sun person talks too much and the house person has to listen and gets bored fast. Sometimes, the Sun person can come off as preachy like an annoying guru or act like a know-it-all and the house person tend to tune out completely. If one person is too rigid, this dynamic can feel overwhelming or dismissive.

Sun in 10th house:

This overlay is great for business partnerships where both of them has strong ambition and shred goals. The Sun person motivates the house person to reach their full potential.they see each other as high-value individuals. The Sun person boosts the house person’s public image & confidence. This can be a “power couple” dynamic if both are goal-oriented.

In some cases, this overlay seems transactional rather than real partnership. One of them could be focused more on status than love. The Sun person may dominate or try to control the house person’s career choices. The house person may feel pressured to impress or live up to expectations. If the Sun person loses respect for the house person, the relationship can fall apart fast.

Sun in 11th house:

Well, this is a relationship built on camaraderie and mutual respect. They accept each other’s quirks and support individuality. they may introduce each other to new friends or professional networks. This overlay can support long-term relationships as friendship is a key element in lasting love. They may enjoy humanitarian work or social activism together. The couple could even adopt kids.

Sometimes may feel more like "best friends" rather than lovers. Actually this could lead to a platonic or casual connection rather than a passionate one. The Sun person might take the lead in social settings, which could make the house person feel overshadowed.

Sun in 12th house:

This overlay could feel otherworldly. The Sun person illuminates the house person’s subconscious, dreams, and hidden fears. There’s often a sense of deep understanding without words like reading each other’s souls. If both individuals are emotionally evolved, this can be a highly healing and compassionate connection.

One or both may not see the relationship clearly at first. This overlay also can be seen in crushes or favorite artists where the house person could be completely unaware of the Sun person's existence or their feelings. It can create feelings of longing or a sense that the connection is just out of reach. If boundaries are weak, one person might sacrifice too much for the other, leading to resentment or exhaustion. Another overlay for single parent households.

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reidsapplelady · 2 months ago

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ᥫ᭡. SNIPER , SNIPER , SNIPER , SNIPER⊹ — /S.REID/

SUMMARY: The BAU tracks a deadly and arrogant sharpshooter. You, an expert in precision, struggle how familiar the unsub's MO is, and has a genius is always by your side, that looks at you with hearts in his eyes.

PAIRING: s.reid x bau!sharpshooter!reader .. established relationship

WARNINGS: mentions of death & blood.

NOTES: tbh i lowk dont like this?? also i'm experimenting on the layout style on my fics dont mind me raauhfhfjf,, anyways someone needs to give me money lowk i need buldaaakk 💔💔 it was like 2am when i wrote this so i think u should expect somr bad grammar!! i also wrote this i na hurry cause i want to sleep,, angways enjoy!! (word count: 1.7k)

The rooftop was cold. You were standing on a rooftop, and you were carrying your rifle, which was unloaded and disarmed. You weren't here to shoot. You were here to see.

To see how the unsub shot their victim. To observe.

"Around three hundred yards," You mumble to to yourself. You were alone. "Most likely no wind resistance." You say as you observe the area where the victim was shot. A single clean shot. No exit wound. Upper left chest was the usual target for the shooter.

"Impressive." Spencer's voice broke the silence behind you, you flinched when you heard his voice.

"You're late." you murmur.

"Walking up a flight of stairs in a hurry isn't really my thing." He chuckled with a sheepish smile, you turned around to face him, you see that he had a drop of sweat that traveled down his forehead. "Oh, and, I bought you coffee." He held up the cup of coffee as he walks towards you.

You take the cup from him, your fingers slightly brushed against his.

"Thank you." You gave him a small smile before setting the rifle on your shoulder with a hand supporting it, then taking to cup from him to takea sip of the coffee, he gives you a smile back.

You glance back at the slight imprint on the ground, "The tripod was here, I'm guessing the unsub was waiting for the target. they knew the victim's routine." you spoke.

Reid leaned in, "The shot traveled 280 meters, thats almost like 3 football fields. Whoever's doing this is precise and patient. Like a sharpshooter." He hummed.

"I know," you exhale, lips pressed tight. "It's too clean."

"You're worried." Spencer spoke as he observes your face, he sees that your eyebrows are slightly furrowed.

"No, I'm pissed." you corrected him before you put your rifle near it's case, "He knew what he was doing and he wanted us to know." You crossed your arms as you stood up, your gaze went back to the scene.

Everything was now silent, all you could hear was the breeze of the air flowing against your skin and hair, and Spencer was there. Reading your facial gestures, he was there reading you.

"You've gone quiet." He muttered to you.

You didn't look at him, "I'm thinking."

"You do that a lot." He said, his head tilted as he spoke.

You turned your head around to meet his eyes, "You love that about me." You tease as you tilted your head back at him.

"I do." He smiled faintly, "I love everything about you."

The tension between you two thickened, you two were staring at eachother before Spencer spoke.

"We should.. Go back." Spencer suggests as he pointed to the door that led to the staircase. You nodded, you handed your cup of coffee to him before kneeling down to put your rifle in your casing and carrying it with you. You take your coffe back andwalk beside Spencer, having small talk while walking down the stairs to go back to the SUV and head back to the precinct.

Back at the precinct the team gathered around the board littered with crime scene photos and evidence. Three victims, killed from a long distance.

"Two men, one woman," Hotch sighed, "No connection between them that we can currently find. But shot placement is identical, all where the upper left chest is targetted. Fatal, but not instant. Why?"

"It's most likely a showmanship." You hypothesized, "He's basically taunting us by making the fatal shot, he could've killed them in an instant, but he didn't." You shrug as some of the team nodded.

"We charted the elevation points, this unsub likes to do it where he can see everyone and no one can see him." Reid informed as he tapped on the map.

JJ frowned, "So.. We're looking at a pattern based on the environment? Not victimology?"

You hummed, "Every setup so far has minimal wind interference, downward line of sight."

Morgan looked over to you, "You profiling the unsub or yourself?"

You shrug at his words, "Sharpshooters are alike, the difference is the motive. LDSK's are no different."

Hotch looked at you with a measured look, "So the unsub probably has military training. He's confident and arrogant."

You nodded at Hotch's words before turning to Spencer who gives you a small smile. "I think we're ready for a profile." Hotch glances up to the team before heading out of the temporary conference room that the precinct made.

After giving the profile, you sat down in the conference room, you prop your legs on the table as you play with the pen in between your fingers.

Spencer knocked on the open door, "You look.. Stressed." He pursed his lips as he slowly walks beside you, taking a seat to sit with you.

You hummed as you looked at the board in front of you. He watched you for a moment longer. Then, he softly spoke, "You look tired." He repeats his words, but not in an exact way.

"I'm fine, Spence." You turn your head to look at him.

"You say that everytime." He frowned slightly as his hand reached for your stray hair and tucked it behind your ear.

You finally exhaled, "I feel like I've seen this before, but I can't recall who did it."

Soencer didn't offer empty empathy, instead he listened, he listened and read your face. He gently reached out for the pen that you were playing with in between your fingers and set it on the table, then his fingers wrapped around yours. Warm and Comforting.

"We'll see it." He assured you as his grip tightened slightly before letting go, letting his hand relax against yours. "For now, you need rest."

You found the fourth site out of luck, or maybe it wasn't. Either way the UnSub left the shell of his ammunition, with a paper beside it.

The site was a playground.

"He flinched." You murmured as Spencer cane up behind you with a confused look.

"He usually targets left upper chest area. This one was just on the shoulder." You look at him.

He then hummed, "His first mistake."

"He's getting sloppy" You sighed, and something in your head clicked.

"What are you thinking?" Spencer tilts his head slightly as he asks you.

"I don't think this was about the targets."

JJ jogged over the two of you, "We just got something from the precinct." She says as she hands her phone to you.

Hotch sent the image. It was a photo—You. Taken across the street, you were out taking a breather fron things inside the precinct, wearing your leather jacket.

You notice a paper next to the photo. "You look good in black." In red. A color that looked like blood.

You stared at it for a few moments. You hear Spencer's voice next to you. "That looks like blood." He points out. "I think that might be the unsub's, he was no where near the crime scene."

Your breathe hitched, you raise your head to look at JJ. "It's still being processed."

You hand her phone back to her before you walk over to the nearest bench to sit down. Spencer follows you, but doesn't say a thing, until he sits down beside you.

"You're the target. The woman who he shot looked like you." He muttered.

"You think I don't know that?" You snapped, you look at Spencer, wide-eyed, you clear your throat before mumbling an apology to him. He nods in understanding.

After a while, you planned a setup for the unsub. Spencer and JJ disapproved of it, because you would be putting your life at risk. But you assured the team that you wouldn't get killed. Atleast that's what you think.

After you picked the location and time, you had to wait a day before commencing with the plan and it didn't take long for him to find you. You were out in the open, an easy shot, but a bullet flies past you. It makes you suspicious.

Spencer yelled your name from afar, though, you couldn't hear it because you heard another shot, thankfully you ducked to tie your shoe.

"Shots fired! Two shooters!" Morgan's voice blasted through the earpiece.

You fall on your bottom, you see Spencer running towards you, but you paid no mind to him because you were observing the buildings. Then you saw it.

One on the rooftop while the other was in the third floor.

The original was the one who shot you, you don't recognize the other shot made, you figured it was an accomplice or a prodigy of the unsub.

Spencer dropped beside you, "You okay?" he frowned

"Yeah." You pointed to the building where the shots were fired. "I want both of them alive."

And you had to wait for a few moments, before Emily's voice came through the earpiece, "We got the unsub and his assistant."

You sighed out of relief before you slung your arms towards Spencer, giving him a hug.

He pats your back two times before you let go.

Turns out, the unsub was your colleague who was your shooting partner in the practice range back then in the military, when you weren't at the BAU yet. He liked to shoot from heights, and he was dishonorably discharged from the military.

You leaned against the ambulance as the EMT clears you for any injuries. You notice Spencer walking towards you with a bottle of water. He offers it to you and you chuckle before grabbing it.

You took a sip from the water bottle and set it beside you on the ambulance.

"You were.. Brave." He smiled at you.

"I was about to chicken out before the shots were fired." You joke as you held his hand.

"I think.. We should take a break." You purse your lips.

He blinked at you, "From us?" He asks.

"No silly, just from.. Everything. It's been overwhelming for me and I don't know for you."

He nodded, "Did you know that theres a tree in the Amazon Rainforest that stores rainwater in its bark? It's enough to drink from in weeks."

You cock an eyebrow at him, "What are you implying?"

"I'm saying is that I wanna be that bark for you." He smiles sheepishly, "I wanna support you and be there for you."

You stare at him in confusion for a few moments before laughing, "That's such a weird way to put it."

He looks at you lovingly before he presses a kiss on your lips, his hand cups your cheek.

As you two kissed, everything then felt quiet, like the universe suddenly stopped.

Everything was perfect.

Spencer was yours and you were his.

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rose-maidenn · 2 months ago

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Astrology observations

Hi besties hope you're doing well and hope you all have been talking care of yourself ❤️ here are some observations for you 🪻

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Venus in the 5th will make you experience young love without affliction if there is a Saturn aspect or relation you may experience love late but it will be like experiencing teenage love for the first time.

There's a saying that in synastry that their planets in your 6th , 8th and 12th are bad but let me tell you all 8th is the worst avoid it at all costs .

Virgos have an inclination towards cute stuff they're generally interested in reliving their old times, their childhood and how it makes them feel now.

Pisces men ( Sidereal ) Aries men ( Tropical) have a sweet addiction .

No one believes they healed the word and made it a better place than a Pisces man (Sidereal) Aries (Tropical) , they have saviour complex .

Sidereal leos , tropical cancers may have dealt with narcissistic and abusive parents .

Pisces women ( Sidereal) are so sweet and nice yet they have less friends because of their authetic and soft personality people are jealous of them and try to copy them a lot .

Mercury in 3 rd will give you good active recall abilities

Venus in 1st will make you beautiful but also really street smart

Some good placements for a sweet voice is water sign in 2nd house in natal , Venus in 2nd , moon in 2nd , 2nd lord sitting in 4th , 4th lord sitting in 2nd .

Stock market placements: Venus in 10, 11 ; rahu-venus , Mercury , jupiter in 11 , sun in 10th .

Wealth / old money placements : sun , jupiter , Saturn (slow growth) in 2nd house .

By far the nakshatra that opens up the slowest is Ashlesha , you may have known them for years but with every conversation you unlock and peel a layer.

Abilities of astral travel are mostly possessed by rahu natives .

No one does manipulation better than a rahuvian ( not this guy telling me believe my emotions more than my actions look how I cry for you) lol !!!

Aquarius women are coquettes not in the way the look but the way they are , they're hot and cold even to the people they love .

Pisces embody the ideal lover archetype .

Ardra, Shatabhisha , Swati men are the rakes .

The ketuvians are the naturals .

The sun doms the charismatic, the star.

Mercury doms are the charmer the rake. ( Want a deep insight on what type you are , check my paid readings list )

No one does diplomacy better than a Taurus women they act like they stand for nothing .

Uttara Phalgunis acquire knowing by just being i feel like knowledge just follows them.

Journalism placements: A good Mercury, Mercury in 3rd , Mercury in 10th/11th , 3rd house lord in 11th , 11/10 lord in 3rd . 3rd / 10th/ 11th stellium .

Placement to buy house early : sun/jup/Venus in 4th , late but better and grand house - Saturn in 4th , Saturn conjunction with jupiter / Venus in 4th.

Confused in which direction to buy a plot of land , check your 4 th house the naks and the see the direction associated with that nakshatra , if your 4th house has malefics check where the lord is situated and use the nakshatra of that house instead.

Want to check how your f.s will spoil you , go to your D9 chart , now from the house where jupiter is placed count 11 houses and check the sign , eg : Libra , expensive clothes and perfumes etc .

Want to check which career will give you most money , choose a career in coincidence with Venus , jupiter and your amatyakaraka . For eg : your Venus is in cancer and jupiter is in Aries and amatyakaraka is mars in Taurus , you need a career that integrates the qualities of these placements thus modelling , air hostess , cook etc will earn you the most .

The sign in the 5th house of your chart is your best student and the sign in the 9th house of your chart is your best teacher . Eg : for an aqua ascendent gemini is the best student and libra will teach them the best .

Hope I could give you some useful astrology observations if you gained something from these please consider a like , reblog and a comment see you in the next babes .

Thank you for reading

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mountkennedie · 10 months ago

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Late Nights

Edward Cullen x reader

Summary: you have a cozy night with edward

warnings: none

A.N. this quickly became one of my favorite fics ever written

"Edward?" You asked. Currently you splayed out horizontally on your bed on a cool fall day. The sweater you were wearing provided you an extra dose of comfort to the general energy of the room. Edward, your boyfriend, was laid parallel to you. His dark blue sweater matched yours. The color coordinating plaid fleece pajamas were also a nice touch on the pair of you. It was something cute you've always wanted to do, couple twinning. And Edward was willing to do whatever to make you happy.

"Yes?" He maintained a easy going smile while looking at you. You had been rereading A Wrinkle In Time. An easy read of course, but always put your mind at peace. Edward didn't have a book to read or really anything to pass time. He says he is perfectly content in your company, but you still wonder what he would be doing had you not been here. Probably pressing those same piano keys in infinite rhythms until disturbed.

"What is your favorite color?" A very innocent question. But what is the harm in that? The both of you have shared some crushing memories and experiences, you may as well know the mundane as well.

His smile grew and his eyebrows knitted. "Blue. Why do you ask?" He didn't have a genuine serious undertone behind the question. He was always trying to learn the way you were. Being unable to read your mind made you a puzzle he reveled in attempting to crack. Every time he would expect you to act in a certain way, you gave him a surprise in return.

"I was curious," you turn on your side and face him. Edward being Edward, he mirrors you. "You seem like a lover of blue. But I could also see a deep green. Like forest green," your voice was kept quiet. The wind looting the leaves can still be heard as you speak. You didn't need to speak so soft, your family was away for the night. You could scream for all that mattered, however keeping a small vocal presence felt appropriate. Anything louder than a calm word would be disturbing the peace of the environment.

His face pinched up for a moment, but then returned to his normal expression. "I fell out of love for green a long while ago. Blue is so rarely seen here, at least in the sky," he finished that quip with a cheesy smile. "Blue being rare has given itself a new place of importance," his eyes glanced down to your sweater then back into you, "in my heart."

Your bodies both hanged off different ends of the bed, luckily your heads were in the same placement. So when you lifted your hand to rest on his cheek, it wasn't a far reach. Your thumb brushed the cool skin, Edwards eyes never left yours for a moment. The golden iris' were filled with adoration. His hand came to rest on yours. The chill adding to the comfort he was already bestowing.

"What do you think mine is?" You whispered.

"Purple, for sure," he answered without even thinking. And of course he was right.

"Asking Alice counts as cheating," he leaned into your hand and chuckled. The kiss he left on the palm made you smile a little harder than you already had been.

"I didn't cheat," he spoke into your hand. "Everywhere we go shopping, your eyes are drawn to the same three colors. Green, black and purple, with a special affinity for purple. Oh and you wear a lot of purple in the pictures of you on your family's mantle."

"Am I that easy to read?" He pressed another kiss to your palm. He shook his head lightly at your comment.

"If only," he joked. After his joke the wind picked up outside, this time accompanied by a steady flow of rain. You sat up and looked at him, he copied you once again.

"If you ran home fast enough, how wet would you be? Would you even get wet?" He listened to your questions while helping fix your hair that had flattened due to laying down.

"Well I would get wet regardless. Probably not too bad but definitely damp." He finished his work and pulled you close to him so your entire body faced him. "And is this your way of kicking me out?" He chuckled again at his smart remark.

"It is very thoughtful that you worry on the safety of a hundred year old vampire." He placed a kiss to your eyelid, "I'd be sure not to run too fast. And I am fully comfortable staying in for the night. But," his voice matched your previous tone, "you must sleep tonight. I want 8 full hours."

"No you are staying." You threw your arms over his shoulders, your faces a few inches apart. "I don't want you outside, especially running in this weather. The roads are slippery," your tone changed to one more serious.

"I was going to sleep!" you argued. "...once I finished the next chapter of my book," you hoped the small smile you sent him would win him over.

"Of the book you've reread numerous times?" You didn't respond, only looked at him and shrugged. "Fine," he always gave in to you. "At least let me read it to you."

You smiled and got comfortable under your covers. You pulled back your comforter for him to join you underneath. He smiled and shook his head. But still wanting to do whatever makes you happy, climbed in. You clung onto his arm, he responded by kissing your head. You were convinced he read the book in a soft, quiet voice on purpose. Because no matter how strong your will to finish the chapter, you still were whisked away into sleep.

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krirebr · 6 months ago

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Still Life 1

Pairing: Alpha Curtis Everett x Omega Female Reader

Word Count: ~2.8k

Summary: Curtis has been volunteering as a foster alpha for three years now. He's never seen a case this bad...

Warnings: Angst (with an eventual happy ending), past abuse (not Curtis), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, physical scarring, extreme sexism, adult themes, explicit language, All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by me this time!

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A/N: Well, this is for all of you who thought you'd seen the worst angst I could possibly do. Sorry for how much this one's gonna hurt!

Big thanks to @paperweight91 and @bigtreefest who both read so much of this and helped with structuring and world-building. And huge thanks to everyone who showed so much enthusiasm for this idea. I'm so excited to share this story with you!

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. And if you need to come scream at me, that's ok too!

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It took a moment for Curtis to pull himself out of sleep enough to realize the incessant noise was his phone vibrating loudly on his nightstand. It took another moment for him to pull himself together enough to answer it. “Hello?” he croaked.

“Morning, Curtis,” a harried voice came through from the other end. “This is Yona from the Omega Welfare Center. I'm so sorry to call so early, but we've had kind of a crazy night here and we're in need of several emergency placements.”

That had him waking up. “What happened?” he asked, seriously, sitting up in bed.

She sighed, all of her exhaustion coming through. “A traditionalist compound a couple hours away got raided by the feds and ATF. They prepared for some omegas, but… There were a lot more. Kids too. It’s been all hands on deck at all five omega centers in the state. We’re over capacity, so we’re just trying to place anyone we can immediately.”

“Shit,” Curtis mumbled to himself. Traditionalist communities popped up on the news every once in a while, populated mostly by alphas on a power trip. But this one sounded bigger than most. He looked at his clock. It was just past five. “I’ve got room for one,” he said. “And I can be there in an hour.”

“Thank you, Curtis. I’ll see you soon.”

Fifty-five minutes later, Curtis was checking in at the center, his second coffee clutched in one hand. He’d been volunteering there as a foster Alpha for about three years. Mostly short-term placements. His longest one was just over a month. He provided safe touch, grounding, and a sense of security to omegas who needed to get back on their feet. He’d help them through heats when necessary, never knotting them, but whatever else they might need. Often, it was just his scent. It made him feel good, to be able to help these omegas, offer a positive alpha experience to omegas who hadn’t had many.

He’d worked with a few different case workers during his time. Yona had been the main one for the past year. He’d never heard her sound like she had that morning.

Even just at the front desk, he could sense how much more chaotic it was here than usual. He could hear babies screaming beyond the office door, endless anxious chatter. The entire building reeked of omegas in distress. It made his nose itch and his skin crawl.

After a few minutes of waiting, Yona came and got him. “How bad is it?” he asked the omega as she hurriedly led him down the hall.

She showed him into a small meeting room as she answered, “Really, really bad. I’ve never seen anything like it. None of them are talking, but from what we can gather, most of them have spent their entire lives in the compound. No IDs, no papers. Figuring out who they are has been nearly impossible. And as terrible as it may have been, their whole world was ripped apart in the last twenty-four hours. No one feels like cooperating. We hope you might have better luck as an alpha.”

“You think they'll talk to me?”

She shakes her head. “Just the Omega we're placing with you. They've all been taught never to trust outsiders, but they've also been raised to see Alphas as the ultimate authority. So, it's worth a shot.”

He nodded, slowly. “What do you need?”

“Just basic identifying information for now. So we can see if she even exists in any sort of governmental system. Then we can go from there.”

“If you don’t have any information, what makes you think I’ll be a good fit for her?”

“Honestly,” Yona said, with a helpless shrug, “you only have room for one and she doesn’t have any pups. That’s it. Listen, I know this isn’t how we normally do things and I’m so sorry I’m just throwing you into it without any preparation, but we’re really desperate here. They’re all high needs, high risk. There’s no existing support network for them, and there are more of them than we have room for. So we called all of our most experienced, most dependable alphas first thing this morning so we can focus on the ones we have room to house here. I know it isn’t fair to you but–”

“Hey,” Curtis interrupted. “It’s ok, I understand. I’ll take care of her. I promise.”

“Thank you,” she breathed out, a small fraction of the tension she’d been holding bleeding out of her shoulders. “Ok, I’m gonna go bring her in.”

She slipped through the door and Curtis leaned against the table in the center of the room as he waited. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on putting together a to-do list. He had two sets of nesting supplies always ready, one with his scent and one without. In the next few days, he’d try to figure out if there was anything else this omega wanted for the nest. He’d gone grocery shopping the day before, so his pantry was stocked, but he’d see if there were any favorite comfort foods he could grab in his next shop. He needed to rearrange his work schedule, push back some deadlines so he’d have time to get the omega settled. He had no idea what they’d be bringing with them, so a shopping trip for toiletries and clothes would probably be necessary. Depending on the omega's state, maybe he'd be able to get the shopping done on the way back to his house. He glanced at the time on his phone. Shit. Depending on what was open.

At movement right outside the door, he stood at attention. Yona came back in with you right behind her. He took a good look at you. You wore a rumpled long-sleeved floral dress that went down to your ankles. It was faded like it’d been washed too many times. Your eyes were fixed on the tennis shoes you wore, which had probably been white at one point, but now were discolored and looked like they didn’t fit quite right.

There was a little hand-written number ten pinned to your dress. He wanted to raise a judgemental brow at Yona, but if none of you would say your names, he supposed Yona and her team had to come up with some way to keep track of you all.

He had to stifle a gasp when his eyes landed on your neck. There was a large bite scar over your mating gland. Unlike the neat and pretty, well-healed ones he was used to seeing, yours was deep and jagged, red and white, scar tissue bubbling up where your flesh had clearly been torn. This didn’t look like a mating bite. It was the sort of bite meant to inflict pain. What sort of alpha had you had??

Your eyes stayed on the floor, your expression blank but your scent said so much – panic, sadness, terror, relief all jumbled together. He wanted to reach out and touch you, his alpha instincts were going haywire, but he kept his hands to himself.

“This is Curtis,” Yona said to you. “He's the alpha who's going to look after you until we can get all this sorted.”

You didn’t react at all, just stood there, stiff as a board with your eyes on your shoes.

He stayed where he was, conscious of giving you space. “It’s very nice to meet you,” he said, as gently as he could. Then, with a glance to Yona, “Can you tell me your name?”

Your face scrunched up and the fear in your scent spiked but you didn’t say anything. He sighed. Shit. He really didn’t want to have to use an alpha command with you right now. That could be disastrous for any dynamic he tried to build with you. But they needed this information. He really, really hoped you wouldn’t make him force you.

“Omega, what’s your name?” he asked as firmly as he could, hopefully without scaring you. “I need to know.”

You closed your eyes tightly and he thought he saw the smallest little head shake. There was another moment of silence and he looked at Yona nervously. But then, you said it. So quietly he almost didn’t catch it. But you said it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yona frantically scribbling it down, but his focus was completely on you.

He tried to keep his sigh of relief to himself. “That was so good. Thank you. You’re doing so well,” he said, keeping the praise soft, hoping you could scent how pleased he was with you. “When were you born?”

You gave up your birthday a little more easily, but you left off the year.

“That’s great. Thank you. Do you know how old you are?” he asked, maintaining his gentle tone, knowing it was possible that you didn’t.

For whatever reason, it was that that finally got a reaction out of you. You looked up at him, so he could finally see your eyes, and snarled, “I’m not stupid!”

There was a beat when no one did anything. Curtis and Yona just stared at you in shock. The snarl was frozen on your face until it suddenly disappeared and your eyes got wide. Before he was able to process any of what was happening, you’d dropped down onto your knees. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m sorry, Alpha. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Alpha, I’m sorry.” You just keep repeating that in a constant stream, your head tucked to your chest.

Repeatedly mixed into that jumble was a number. It took Curtis a few moments to realize it was your age. You were answering his question. He quietly repeated it to Yona, then dropped down to his knees as well so he could be closer to your level. “Hey, hey. You’re okay. You’re alright. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re right. You aren’t stupid. I can already tell how smart you are. It’s okay. I’m not mad.” He wanted to reach out and touch you, wrap you in his arms, even, comfort you however he could. But he was too afraid that that’d make you panic even more. That was a boundary he couldn’t cross. Not yet. He stayed down there, whispering reassurances to you for as long as it took for you to stop apologizing, and a few extra minutes for your breathing to calm down. Once you seemed like you were back in the present moment, he moved to a crouch. “Think you can stand up for me, honey?”

You nodded, but you were back to keeping your eyes downcast. “Yes, Alpha.”

He wanted to tell you that you didn’t need to call him ‘Alpha,’ that ‘Curtis’ was just fine. But that could wait until you were a little more comfortable. Once he had you home, maybe. He could already tell that picking his battles was going to be important.

“Thank you,” he said as he stood up to his full height, and you did as well. “You answered my questions so well. You gave me exactly what I needed.” He looked to Yona to see if there was anything else.

“Do you have any questions for me or Curtis?” she asked you.

You shook your head, emphatically, hunching your shoulders. The room filled with the scent of fear again.

“Okay… that’s fine,” Yona said, and he could tell how much she hated this. “Well,” she turned to Curtis, “I’ll go get the paperwork and then you two can get home. I’ll be right back,” she said to you, then left the room.

This was happening too fast. In normal circumstances, you would have already been at the center for a few weeks, at least, with access to mental health professionals, life skill classes, and support groups. He’d be the last step before going back to the real world. You’d be ready to spend time with an alpha. Ready to work through processing positive physical attachments. Ready to learn how to share space with someone who wasn’t a threat to you. You’d be ready to slowly take steps into the world, with him there to support you.

You had backed yourself into the corner now. He could see the way every single muscle in your body was trying not to cower. You weren’t ready. You were nowhere near ready. But with all the resources for at-risk omegas pushed to their limit by this raid, what would happen to you if he didn’t take you? As insufficient as it might be, his help could be all you’d be able to get. This wasn’t how it should be, but he’d do everything he could for you.

Yona came back in and he watched her take you in, sighing at your state. He knew she was thinking the same things he was. “Ok,” she said, handing him the packet of forms to sign. “No changes since last time. You know the drill.”

He nodded as he grabbed them and sat down at the table, getting to work signing where he was supposed to. As he did, he felt your eyes on him as the scent of your apprehension filled the room.

Yona called your name. “Let’s go outside for a minute while Curtis finishes up.”

You both left quietly. This, too, was part of normal procedure. She was asking if you were sure you were comfortable leaving with him, telling you you had the option to say no, getting your verbal and written consent, and giving you cards with all the emergency numbers on them. He was afraid this situation might stretch the legal definition of informed consent. Based on everything he’d seen so far, he couldn’t picture a scenario where you’d say no.

Nothing about this felt good, but everyone’s hands were tied. And he knew that he’d do everything he could to keep you as safe as possible.

A few minutes after he’d finished signing the last page, you and Yona came back in. A worn knapsack hung from your fingers. It was small, confirming Curtis’s suspicions that you didn’t have much in the way of clothes. Alright, that was priority number one.

Yona had a thin folder in her hand that she immediately passed to Curtis. “The regular information, along with her schedule of appointments for the next few weeks, both doctor and therapist. And the card for the agent in charge of the investigation into the compound, in case anything pertinent comes up.” Then she turned to you with a small box. “I’ve got a couple packets of suppressants for you. Do you want them or do you want Curtis to keep track of them for you?”

Your eyes cut to him suspiciously then flitted back to the floor. “Alpha,” you muttered.

“Okay,” Yona said, handing the box to Curtis as well. Then she clapped her hands together, her face set in grim determination. “I won’t keep you any longer then. I’ll see you both next week.”

On the way out of the center, Curtis was all too aware of the way you walked exactly three steps behind him, one step to the left. That wasn’t just old-fashioned, it was archaic. He’d never seen an omega do it in real life.

At his truck, you looked at the truckbed in a way that made him worried you might try to ride back there, so he opened the passenger door for you and waited for you to get in. He resisted the part of his alpha instincts that wanted to buckle you in. And after a gentle request, you did it yourself.

As the two of you hit the road, he reached over to turn the radio on. He tried to move slowly, but you still flinched. “Want some music?” he asked quietly.

You didn’t respond, so he found an oldies station and left the volume low. His plan for the day had shifted a bit. You definitely weren’t ready to go shopping. That was fine. There was nothing that couldn’t be delivered.

About five minutes into the drive, the strong scent of your tears filled the cab. He looked over at you. You were huddled against the door, as far away from him as you could get. Your face was pressed against the window, so all he could see was the back of your head. But he could hear your sniffles and he could smell your distress.

It took everything in him to not pull over right now and reach over to comfort you. Pull you into his arms. Rub soothing circles on your back. But he knew that would do more harm than good. His touch wouldn’t be welcome. Yet. You weren’t ready.

And god, he wasn’t either. He wasn’t ready for any of this. But damn it, he was going to try.

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Platonic Plus One

Chapter 6: Paige's POV

word count: 3,253

I tried to make this one a little longer for you guys! honestly pls go thank some of your favorite fic writers that always have the longest chapters bc damn its hard. anyway hope you like it!

Paige had no idea what came over her when she kissed Azzi. There was something about all the almost kisses and Azzi’s stunt in front of that bartender that Paige just couldn’t hold it back anymore.

This is all so fucking confusing because it feels so fucking real. How Azzi looks at her, how she stutters when she gets nervous, how she claimed Paige, and how her dimple seems to pop just a little extra make it feel too real.

It just doesn’t make sense how Azzi can fake this so easily, but I guess she is really desperate to have her family leave her alone about dating. And of course Jonathon was invited to this wedding. When they dated for a bit and went to prom together, Paige had just started to understand the depths of her feelings. Watching Azzi dress up for someone else and walk away with someone else felt like the world ending. All these years later, he’s back and interested in spending time alone with her Azzi. However, she isn’t really hers.

Paige still has her hand at the base of Azzi’s neck, and the only thing holding her in reality is the feeling of Azzi’s thumbs gently rubbing circles her hips. “You know you can move your hand now, Paigey?”

But she doesn’t want to. “Oh shit, my bad,” Paige replies nervously. Azzi commented on her hand placement as if she wasn't equally touching Paige. If anything, she left her hands on Paige a beat too long after Paige removed her hand.

Hours filled with laughter, splashing, and swimming went past before they knew it. Jessica and Brandon walk out, and everyone starts cheering. “Hi, everyone!” Jessica smiles and stops by the pool to say hi to the girls. “Hi, bridesmaid!!

“Hi, bride!”

With a mischievous look, Jessica moves her eyes to Paige and says, “And hello to you, Mrs. Bridesmaid.”

Paige chuckles and wraps her arm around Azzi’s waist. “Hey, Jess, this place is insane.”

“Just wait until you see the spa. Their couple massages are out of this world.”

“Baby, we should go! That would be so nice after being tense from all that running coach made us do.”

“You guys totally should! I’m going to keep doing rounds to say hi to everyone, but let’s catch up later!”

The girls say bye to Jess and fall into a newfound silence as everyone else disperses, unsure how to shift back after their kiss. It hasn’t even been a full day of this, and Paige’s brain is scrambling. So she talks about what she knows best, basketball. “You know I meant to tell you, Coach got all on my ass because I was shooting too many free throws. Who even gets mad at that? Like dude, I’m practicing.”

“He just doesn’t want you to overdo it, that’s all.”

“Nah, Big G doesn’t want me to miss my shots.”

“Okay, fine. Well, I don’t want you to over do it, so at least listen to me.”

“I’m good, Az, chill.” Paige isn’t good and hasn’t been good for over a month. Of course, Azzi would see that. The pressure of the season, the NIL deals, the growing responsibilities, and the lack of a national championship are closing in on Paige. She knows Azzi wants to help, but right now, the weight of the world is on her shoulders, and if she stops to rest, she knows everything will crumble.

“I don’t mean anything by it. I just, I don’t know, I hope you know I’m always here for you. That’s all.” The tension in her shoulders almost immediately resolved. If anyone, Azzi would let the ‘Paige Bueckers’ just be Paige, even for a night, despite the flaws and mistakes she carries.

“I’m sorry, Az. I know you are.” Paige reached out her fingertips to touch Azzi’s. “Hey, you wanna ditch and go watch Frozen?”

Azzi’s eyes brightened immediately.” Yes! Ugh, I miss that bed it was so comfy.” Paige fully grasps Azzi’s hand now and pulls her towards the stairs. “Aight, Princess, let’s get you dried off.”

Once they got near their chairs, Paige noticed Azzi’s goosebumps and slight shivering. She quickly grabbed the big towel, wrapped it around her shoulders, and opened her arms for Azzi to enter. Azzi smiled sheepishly but took the opportunity to rest her head on Paige’s shoulder and wrapped her arms around her waist. Paige makes sure Azzi is wrapped comfortably in the blanket and rubs one of her hands up and down Azzi’s back. Azzi sighs and leans deeper into her neck. “Mmm, sometimes I forget what a good hugger you are.”

Paige feels chills going down her spine. Not because of Azzi’s sweet words, but because of her lips gently touching Paige’s neck as she spoke. “Well then, maybe you should hug me more.”

“Well, maybe I will.”

“Is that a threat?” Paige smirks down at Azzi.

“It’s a promise.” Without even thinking, Paige kisses Azzi’s forehead. “You ready to go up, Az?”

Azzi softly smiles, and that softness travels up to her eyes. “Yeah, P.” God, this might be one of her favorite Azzi smiles because this smile is only for Paige. Azzi might not be hers, but that beautiful smile is.

They gather their stuff, and Paige grabs both their bags. As they walk towards the door, Azzi yells over to Katie, “Hey, Mom, we are gonna head up for a nap. Call if you need anything!”

“See ya, girls!”

Paige opened the door for Azzi and watched her walk in. She would open every door for Azzi if it meant less work her favorite girl needed to put in. But honestly, Paige partially does it because it gives her a unique opportunity to appreciate Azzi’s body without her noticing. A key part of Azzi being her sexual awakening was also Paige realizing she was definitely an ass girl. Can you blame her?

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The walk back to their room is filled with laughter and inside jokes. Once they reach their door, Azzi opens it and jumps onto the bed. Man, she’s cute. “Ugh, I love hotel service when they make your bed.”

Paige chuckles as she sets their stuff down. “I’m getting into cozies with or without you, Az,” Paige says as she strips off her shirt. She notices Azzi glancing down appreciatively at her abs for just a moment.

Azzi dramatically gasps, “You wouldn’t!” Paige just smirks and grabs fresh clothes before heading into the bathroom. She changes into boxers, a sports bra, black sweatpants, and an old, oversized team USA basketball shirt. Opening the bathroom door, she walks to Azzi, pouting in her sleep shorts and a sports bra.

Paige lays down on the best and sighs in relief at the comfort of the bed. She pats next to her to signal for Azzi to come lie down. “What’s wrong, Princess?”

“You!”

“Me? Me what?”

“I wanted to wear that shirt.” Now, Azzi is standing over Paige with her arms crossed.

“It’s my shirt, Azzi.”

“No, it’s my shirt, Paige.” Okay, she might be right there, but that's not the point.

“You’re really gonna make me change right now? I just got comfy.”

Azzi sits on her knees next to Paige, making her pout even bigger. “C’mon Paigey, please?”

“Ugh, fine.” Paige would give Azzi the shirt off her back, both figuratively and literally, as you can tell. Paige whispers under her breath, “Such a brat,” as she takes her shirt off.

“Hey!” Azzi takes advantage of her vulnerable position and tickles Paige as the t-shirt is over her head.

“Azzi, stop!” Paige started laughing and squirming under her, trying to gain the upper hand. Azzi grabs the t-shirt, giving Paige the perfect opportunity. Paige grabs Azzi’s hips and flips them, straddling her legs over Azzi’s waist and pinning both hands above her head.

“You are such a brat.” They are both breathless from their tickling match.

“Hmm, but you love me.” Azzi flashes a big smile, moving her hands to lace her fingers with Paige’s.

Time slows down. “Yeah, I do.” And Paige meant it. Their eye contact is too intense to stay in, yet too intense to leave. Suddenly, Paige is very aware of them both not wearing a shirt and how close their faces are.

Azzi’s eyes flash to Paige’s lips, then whispers gently, “I do too.”

No one is here but them. They don’t need to fake anything for anyone. They don’t need to be this close, and they definitely don’t need to be one move away from kissing. Suddenly, she can hear KK in the back of her head again, telling her to be careful. She’ll never tell KK, but she’s right. She can’t lose Azzi because of some stupid feelings. Paige takes in a deep breath and resets. Azzi’s face flashes with disappointment as Paige swings off of Azzi. “Ready for your little snowman dude to sing to you?”

“His name is Olaf, and yes, very much so.” Azzi slips on the team USA basketball t-shirt with a smug face, knowing she won this round. Paige leans back with her right arm resting behind her head while she searches for the movie with the remote in her left hand. Azzi gets herself comfortable, leaning her head on Paige’s shoulder. She already seems sleepy, so seeing how long Azzi even makes it will be interesting.

Paige doesn’t even like this movie that much. It’s not bad. Her opinion of it doesn't match how often she has seen it. But it became Azzi’s comfort movie, so somewhere along the way, it became Paige’s too.

Before Olaf could even sing about what he’d do in the summer, Azzi's breathing got heavier, indicating she was either about to fall asleep or already asleep. Throughout the movie, she kept readjusting to get closer to Paige. She wrapped her arm around Paige’s bare stomach and intertwined their legs. Azzi was absenmindidly drawing circles on Paige’s stomach, making Paige sleepy too.

Azzi’s mumbles wake Paige up the slightest bit as she rubs her back. “I love to cuddle you, baby.” Baby. She just called her baby.

Paige freezes for a moment. There is no way normal best friends say things like that to each other. The line of faking is becoming harder and harder to distinguish, especially as Azzi is slipping out pet names in her sleep. Paige squeezes Azzi a little tighter, appreciating this moment together before falling asleep soon after.

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Paige wakes up to the sound of Azzi’s phone vibrating on the side table. Paige tries to cover her eyes from the light and block her ears from the noise with her pillow. Azzi leans over Paige to grab her phone and then rests right back where she was. “Hi, Mom, what’s up?”

“Oh shit sorry did I wake you guys up?”

“Yeah, but we should probably be getting up soon anyway. Did you need anything?”

“I was wondering if you and Paige wanted to join Dad, me, and the boys for dinner. Some cute restaurants in the main town are not too far from here.”

“Sounds good to us. Meet in like an hour?”

“Perfect, see you both then.”

Paige heard the whole conversation but was trying to enjoy her last little bit of sleep. Azzi begins to drag her fingers up and down Paige’s abs. “Wake up, P, we gotta get ready for dinner.”

“I am ready.” Paige mumbles groggily.

“I don’t think the restaurant or my parents would agree that sweatpants and a sports bra are considered ready to go.”

“Well, they should.”

“Alright, sleepy, pick clothes for dinner tonight.”

“For me or you?”

“Uh, both?”

Paige teases Azzi for always stealing her clothes, but in reality, she loves it. Something about it feels so domestic. “Aight, wear those short shorts with the pink crop top.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Paige changes into light green pants, a white crop top, and an open black button-up with zig zag patterns. Her sneakers have a small platform, giving her an extra inch over Azzi than usual. She takes her hair out to leave down with a nice wave, knowing Azzi will play with her hair a little extra.

“Love when your hair is down like that, P. You look so pretty.” God, the power this woman has over Paige is honestly unnecessary.

“Thanks, Az.”

“Aww, you’re blushing!”

“What? No! I’m probably just, uh, s-sunburnt.”

“Sure you are, P.”

“Aight, whatever, let’s go before your dad blames me for you making us late.” Paige grabs Azzi’s hand and pulls her out of the hotel room, leading them to the elevator. Because everything is a competition for them, they race trying to press the button before the other. Azzi makes a lead by pushing Paige against the wall. Just as Azzi was about to press the button, Paige came up behind her, wrapping her arms around her stomach, picking her up and spinning her around.

Azzi squeals and kicks her feet in the air. “Paige!! Put me down. This isn't fair!”

Paige stretches her arm out to press the button. “Nah, winning is winning, princess.”

The elevator dings open, and the groosman are packed in there. “Hey, Azzi! Paige!” Jake waves them in. Paige moved her hands from Azzi’s stomach to her lower back to lead her in. The girls say their hellos and shuffle into the center of the elevator. Everyone keeps chatting, but one of the guys, Matt, lingers a little too long on Azzi. Paige should have told her to wear sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt.

Jake broke the tension, “Oh, by the way, we are thinking of throwing a party in our room tonight. You guys down?”

Of course, Matt feels the need to chime in with his gross smirk. “Yeah, Azzi, it would be awesome to see you there.”

Paige can’t stand guys like him, especially when it comes to Azzi. She took advantage of their fake dating situation, wrapped her arm possessively around Azzi’s waist, and ignored Matt. “We’ll both be there. Thanks for the invite, Jake.”

The doors open, and they all make their way out. “We’ll see you guys tonight!” Of course, Azzi is always nice. In the lobby, the Fudds are waiting for them.

“Took you long enough, Bueckers.”

“Woah, woah, pause. I was ready. Azzi was the one making us late!”

“Not even true, Paige.”

“You expect me not to believe my own daughter?” Tim crosses his arms, towering over Paige.

“No, sir. Sorry we’re late,” Paige mumbled and walked towards the door. Azzi giggles and leans in to hug her Dad.

Jon laughs and mumbles, “Simp.”

A van is waiting for them out front, and Paige stands next to the door, waiting for Azzi. She offers her hand for Azzi to take as she steps in, “For you, Princess.”

“Thanks, baby.”

“C’mon Paige, hurry up, we’re hungry,” Jose grumbles.

“Damn, y’all are some hangry Fudd’s.”

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After a car ride filled with laughter, they safely arrive at the restaurant, slide into their booth, and order drinks. Katie was the first to break the silence. “Well, this is our first dinner with Paige as the girlfriend, not the best friend. So everyone has permission to interrogate her.”

“Woah, wait, was this a trap?!” Azzi giggles and puts her hand on Paige’s thigh as she tries to apologize through her laughs.

“Paige, what are your intentions with my sister?” Jon narrows his eyes at Paige.

“Seriously, dude?”

“Actually, I do have a question, if you girls don’t mind.”

“Sure, Mom, what’s up?”

“Well, I’m curious, Paige. When was the moment you knew you loved Azzi as more than just a friend?”

“Oh man, y’all gettin’ right down to it.”

“Yeah, Paigey, tell us alllllll about when you fell in love with me.” Paige gulps, trying to calm her heart down.

“I think the moment it really clicked for me was when you came to visit for my birthday freshman year. Like I had plenty of moments before that I knew I saw you as more than a friend, but when you were there, it felt like everything just fell into place, I guess. And we were all making cookies in my apartment, and you just fit in so easily, watching you laugh and smile with all our friends. That moment, I knew I was in love with you and couldn’t see a part of my life you don’t fit in.”

Azzi looked at Paige in awe, squeezing her thigh a little tighter as she spoke. “I didn’t know that.”

“Learn something new every day, I guess.” Paige slipped her hand into Azzi’s. “That was really when it all changed for you? That long ago?”

“Yeah, Az, probably even sooner.” Paige didn’t have it in herself to look Azzi in her beautiful brown eyes and lie. Even if this is all a facade at the end of the day, at least she can honestly say she told Azzi Fudd when she fell in love with her.

After that confession, Azzi was even touchier than usual. She needed some point of physical contact with Paige at all times. When she really got touchy was whenever the waitress came around.

“Is there anything else I can get for the table?” She addresses everyone, but her eyes seem to think only Paige exists. She’s been complimenting Paige or looking her up and down all night. Of course, Paige was oblivious to it, but even Tim caught on to his daughter's annoyance and became the distinct voice for the table. “We’re all set for now, thank you.”

Just a few minutes later, the waitress returned with another Dirty Shirley, placing it in front of Paige. “This is for you, hun.”

“Oh, I didn’t order another one.”

“I know, that one’s on me.” The waitress says in a flirty tone and winks at Paige. Azzi’s grip on Paige tightens and Paige hears Jon and Jose say “Oh shit.” She looks between the brothers, Azzi, and the waitress, confused and overwhelmed.

Azzi leans into Paige, reaching over her to take the drink. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll have it.” Paige wrapped her arms around Azzi and chuckled at her not-so-subtle hint at the waitress. Azzi looks the waitress dead in the eye as she takes a sip from the straw. The waitress looked uncomfortable and unsure where to go, so she quickly left to address another table.

“Oooooh, Azzi is jealoooooooous!”

“Shut up, she was just annoying. Like take a hint.” Azzi rolled her eyes at her brothers, and the conversation naturally flowed to something else.

“Did you want a taste, Paigey?” Azzi pushes the drink towards her, and when Paige moves to take a sip, Azzi pulls it back and moves her mouth to Paige’s ear. “I never said how you’d get to taste it.”

Paige has never been turned on so fast in her life. Her mouth drops open, and red creeps up her neck while she grips Azzi’s hip.

Tim must have noticed. “Cat got your tongue over there, Bueckers?” Paige has never been turned off so fast in her life.

Azzi bursts out laughing at Paige’s frozen and shocked face before she places her head in her hands. Azzi moves her blonde strands out of the way as Paige mumbles, “I shoulda stayed home, man.”

Azzi leans in with her hand on Paige’s back and whispers, “Well, I’m really happy you’re here, P.”

Paige can’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.

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augustjoy · 8 months ago

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I Can’t Do This.

Sneak peek: Reader is recently off of a long-term undercover operation (similar to Emily’s) that left her in a bad way. Director Cruz reaches out, assigning her to the BAU. After speaking to her therapist and expressing her concerns, they come up with a solution of how to inform her new boss of some of the horrors she endured on her mission. Hotch keeps a close eye on her, being careful not to trigger her…until one day, he accidentally does in the worst way. ITALLICS ARE FLASHBACKS! BOLD ARE THERAPY SESSIONS.

Aaron Hotchner x (Fem) BAU! Reader

Angst/Fluff

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Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI,YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. age gap (reader is in their 20’s and Hotch is in his 40’s), explicit language, mention of canon typical violence, mention of therapy, reader attends regular therapy sessions, mention of a toxic previous “relationship”, mention of a previous dom/sub dynamic, murder, talk of trafficking, forced consent (reader is working the undercover op) mention of previous abuse and manipulation, some use of y/n, Hotch accidentally triggering the reader, let me know if I missed anything!

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“Y/n it has been three months since you returned from your undercover op, it’s time. The BAU needs an additional agent, and you’d make a great addition. It’s really not up for discussion.” Director Cruz ended with finality.

“I really don’t think I am ready. Director Cruz, I know it has been three months, and you guys have been so gracious with the paid leave, but I’m still working through everything I went through when I was under.” You explained.

“Your therapist and the FBI issued psych eval have both cleared you to return y/n. You’re joining the BAU. You’ll begin next Monday.” Cruz decided.

“Okay.”

With that you stood and exited his office. It’s not that you didn’t want to work for the BAU, in fact, under normal circumstances you’d have been begging for this placement. But after everything you endured while undercover, you weren’t sure you could handle being on a team, especially not one run by Aaron Hotchner.

“You were recommended to me by Sheri, did she tell you anything about me?” He questioned.

“She mentioned you were looking for someone who knew how to follow rules.” You answered.

You had been assigned to an undercover operation in which a very powerful man would finally be brought to justice. Emilio Alvatorre, one of FBI’s most wanted. This man did unspeakable things and lucky for you, he was in the market for a new submissive. Normally the FBI wouldn’t jump at putting an agent in this kind of situation, however, in this case Emilio was known to keep his subs knelt at his side in his office. That would mean that you would be privilege to information that could take him down.

“So, are you good at following rules?” Emilio said in a voice meant to be sexy, but it was truly repulsive.

Leaning in to whisper in his ear, “The best.”

“I’m worried that Agent Hotchner is going to give me a directive and that I will follow it whether I agree with it or not. I am terrified that I have completely lost myself, and that I will just blindly follow.” You explained.

“Y/n we’ve talked about this, you are strong, you are capable of making decisions and speaking up for yourself.”

“Yeah but being at the BAU with Agent Hotchner, he’s a very commanding and dominant man, what if I fall right back into…” You trailed off.

“He is commanding and dominant, but he isn’t Emilio. I am going to give you some homework, and then I’d like to see you again on Thursday so we can go over it before you join the BAU Monday.”

“You’re right. What’s the homework?” You asked.

“I want you to first come up with a list of coping strategies for when you begin to feel anxious or overwhelmed on the job. Then I want you to write a letter to read to Agent Hotchner giving him some insight as to what you have been through.”

“Absolutely not! Sylvia I can’t do that!”

“Y/n I am not asking you to give him all the details, just a little bit that might help him to know you.”

“Fine.”

You had a hard time figuring out what to put in the letter to Agent Hotchner, debating what was too much versus what was too little to say. How much did he need to know, how much were you comfortable sharing…it was all becoming a bit much.

Ultimately, you’d written something up along with a perfect list of coping strategies that you knew would satisfy your therapist.

After meeting with her on Thursday and going over what you came up with, and allowing her to help you tweak a few things, your body filled with dread, anxiously awaiting Monday morning when you’d have to go into the BAU.

Director Cruz escorted you to the floor that houses the BAU, bringing you into Agent Hotchner’s office for introductions. You felt like you had just walked out on a stage completely naked with the way all the other agents were looking at you.

“Hotchner, this is Agent y/n. I sent over her file last week. She is going to start with the BAU today.” Director Cruz announced.

“Yes, I saw your email. It is nice to finally meet you.” Agent Hotchner greeted.

“Y/n would you excuse us for just a moment, I’d like to speak to Hotch here.”

Without another word you followed the director’s order. You stepped out of the office and stood patiently waiting for their conversation to end.

“She’s anxious.” Spencer mumbled.

“Wouldn’t you be?” Emily replied.

“No, look at her, she’s digging her nails into her palms, a light sweat has broken out on her neck, her heartrate has increased slightly, and she hasn’t looked up at us once. She’s probably suffering from severe anxiety.” Spencer rambled.

“Don’t profile the newbie Spence.” Emily scolded, patting his shoulder.

“Alright, y/n go on in and Hotch will fill you in on what his expectations for you are.” Director Cruz headed off.

With a light knock, you awaited Agent Hotchner’s approval before entering his office once again. Mentally chastising yourself for your submissive actions.

“Agent y/n, please, have a seat.” Hotch gestured.

You sat in one of the chairs across from him.

“It says here in your file that you’re recently returning from a twelve-month assignment. I noticed the assignment isn’t labeled as classified, but quite a bit of it was redacted. Can you speak on that at all?” Hotch inquired.

“Agent Hotchner, if it is okay with you, I have somethings I’d like to discuss. Some of which is relevant of that case, but it is primarily regarding the effects that case had on me.”

“Go ahead.” Hotch nodded.

“The undercover op I was working put me in a position in which I was forced and manipulated to blindly following directions from someone. I had to do this for twelve months, and since then, I have had a pretty hard time finding my voice again. Certain things can be triggering for me, so I wrote up some things for you, with the help of my therapist. There are coping strategies that I may need to utilize and there are somethings there for you, to navigate situations that may come up.” You were worried that this was all going to lead to Hotch doubting your ability to do this job. “I also want to make it known that I told the Director that I wasn’t ready to return to work.”

“Thank you for sharing this, I think it’ll help me to make your transition back to work smooth. As for you being ready, I think you sharing that information shows a lot about your strength and I think you are more than ready to be here.”

“Kneel.” Emilio ordered with a snap of his fingers.

You slowly dropped to your knees, sitting back on your heels and resting your palms on the tops of your thighs, your gaze focused on the frayed rug that covered the hardwood floor in front of you.

“Bring him in.” Emilio spoke into the intercom that connects him to his security.

The guards drag in a man who appears to be near death, clearly beaten. Emilio rests a hand on your head, gently petting your hair before speaking in a tone you don’t recognize.

“I heard you’ve been snooping around. Talking to Jeremy and his guys.” Emilio spat.

“I haven’t sir I swear!” The man was begging for his life.

“I don’t like snakes.” Emilio raised his gun and shot the man point blank.

You couldn’t help but flinch at the sound. A strong hand was quick to grip your chin.

“Flinching is a sign of weakness. I can’t have a pet that is weak.” His grip tightened “Are you weak?”

“No sir.” You reassured.

“Good.”

Working with the BAU had been going well, Hotch had truly been incredible. He’d encouraged you to share your thoughts and theories while on cases. He also reminded you to use your coping strategies when the cases became particularly overwhelming.

Like today for example. The team was working on a case that was taking a toll on you, mentally and emotionally. Women were being kidnapped then brutally tortured and left for dead in the street. It was becoming increasingly difficult to detach yourself from what these women must’ve been feeling.

Hotch was quick to notice the change in your demeanor and he made it a point to assign you with Spencer at the precinct. You were tightening up the victimology while Spencer worked on the geographical profile. You had come to the conclusion that the unsub was targeting victims primarily on their looks, they had all been of similar height, had same color hair and eyes. Worse than that…they all kind of looked like you. The sound of Derek and Emily approaching made your stomach sink. Spencer had clearly picked up on your anxiety since you’d been with the BAU, but the others, not so much.

“Hey guys, what did you find out?” Emily inquired.

“Well, I’ve narrowed down the geographical profile. This area right here…” Spencer gesture to the map covering the screen “this is his comfort zone, all the abductions and dumpsites fall within this five-block radius.”

“What about you new girl?” Derek nudged you gently.

“I looked into all the victims, and they all were approximately the same height and build, same color hair and eyes. I spoke to Penelope; she confirmed that all of the women frequented the same coffee shop.” You explained.

Hotch, Rossi, and JJ all entered just in time to hear Derek confirm your thoughts…which led to a suggestion that made your heart sink.

“Y/n these girls all kind of look like you...” Derek walks over to where their pictures are pinned up to the board. “Maybe we should send you to the coffee shop undercover. It could help us find this guy.”

You heart was pounding, causing a loud whooshing sound to drown out your hearing. You closed your fists and dug your nails into your palms. You could feel the sweat breaking out along your forehead.

In and out…deep breaths. You reminded yourself of the coping strategies you’d come up with for instances like this. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…

“Absolutely not!” Hotch commanded, shaking you from your thoughts while simultaneously distracting the others from your very obvious panic attack.

“Hotch man come on! She fits the victimology perfectly; it could end this case if she could catch his attention.” Derek argued.

“It’s not up for discussion. I will not send a new agent undercover, not until she is more comfortable on this team. Undercover ops like that require a significant level of trust, one that she may not have yet.” Hotch shut Derek down.

“We know he must go to this coffee shop; JJ and I could go in and watch. Keep an eye out for a man acting suspicious.” Emily suggested.

“Good, first thing tomorrow.” Hotch said before dismissing the team for the evening.

“Sir, is it safe to be talking about this…with her here?”

“Are you questioning me?” Emilio sneered. “My pet is well behaved. I wouldn’t have her here if I thought otherwise. Who are you to question my decisions?” His voice raised.

“I’m sorry sir! I didn’t mean to insinuate anything. I just wasn’t sure.”

“Don’t let it happen again. Now I’ll ask again. What is the update on the shipment?” Emilio demanded.

“There are going to be three crates in the shipping container. The boat is set to anchor Friday at midnight.”

“And everything we were promised will be there?” Emilio asked.

“Well, not the girls. This shipment is just the weapons.”

“Excuse me?” Emilio’s expression turned sinister.

You were knelt by his desk like always. This conversation had been one you were banking on; it was hopefully going to allow your team to pick him and his associates up. Only, this conversation had taken a turn that you weren’t expecting. His shipments thus far had only contained drugs and weapons, so why was he asking about girls?

“I was assured that everything would be included. How fucking hard is it to follow orders?” Emilio shouted, his fist slamming onto his desk.

You sat still, silently taking in the situation. That night you’d check in with your team and fill them in on the new information. You just needed to get the logistics of when the second shipment would arrive, and honestly, you were scared Emilio would kill this guy before you got that information.

“I know boss. They told me that the girls would be here soon. There was an issue getting paperwork for some of them. But it should all be worked out now.”

“I need a date and time. By the end of the day. Otherwise, you’re done.” Emilio hissed. He then brushed his hand over your head. “C’mon pet, let’s go to bed. And you, I’ll be expecting your call.”

Going to bed with Emilio had initially been the worst part of this assignment. Thankfully he’d had you STD tested which meant you were both clean, and he’d ensured you received birth control shots. The sex had surprised you; you had expected it to be rough and painful but, it had been soft and gentle. Emilio whispered sweet nothings to you, and he held you close, and he’d carefully bathe you afterwards.

It may be sick and twisted…but it didn’t bother you, having sex with him.

A light knock at your door had startled you. You made your way over to check the peephole, and there he was waiting patiently.

“Hotch, is everything okay?”

“I should be asking you that. Morgan was out of line suggesting we send you in.”

“It’s okay, really. He doesn’t know any better.”

Hotch gave you a sympathetic look. You could tell he was doing everything in his power not to profile you. You appreciated his effort, and it truly was endearing. Around Hotch, you’d started to feel more comfortable, and his consistent care of you and your mental health had been the thing that drew you in. He cared so much, and it meant the world to you.

“You seemed nervous earlier, does that have to do with the undercover assignment you worked?”

“Yes.” You sighed.

In the last two months of being with the BAU, you and Hotch had been teetering this fine line of coworkers and more. It wasn’t necessarily leaning toward something romantic, at least that’s what you were both trying to convince yourselves of but, it had definitely become a friendship. Hotch had allowed you a safe space in which you were starting to feel like yourself again. He had never pushed you for information about your past and he continuously checked in with you to make sure you were comfortable and okay. More recently though, as things like what happened today occurred, you have felt like maybe you should tell Hotch a little more about what you endured.

“You know, if you ever want to talk about it, I am here for you. I don’t want you to feel pressured or like you have to tell me anything! But if you should choose, I’d listen.” Hotch admitted.

“I was sent in undercover to investigate Emilio Alvatorre…” You began.

“Emilio Alvatorre? He was one of FBI’s most wanted! Lucrative arms dealer, importing drugs…I heard he was ultimately brought down for sex trafficking.” Hotch was stunned.

“Yeah, that was me. Emilio took part in a certain lifestyle; he is a dominant and he was seeking a new submissive…and I guess I fit the bill. He essentially owned me, and he referred to me as his pet. It was my job to follow his orders blindly, and I did.”

“What was it like?” Hotch questioned.

“Well…

“Good morning pet.” Emilio purred pressing a kiss right below your ear.

“Mmm, good morning sir. Can I make you breakfast?” You offered.

“No darling, the cook will prepare our meal. I think it is sweet you still ask.” His kisses travelled down your neck.

“Do you have meetings today?” You inquired.

“Today is all about you pet. We are going to get you some new clothes, shoes, and maybe a new necklace. I want to spoil you today! We are celebrating!” Emilio gushed.

It was the moments like this that fucked with your mind the most. Emilio could be so kind and gentle, he wanted to take care of you and in the time you’d been with him, it had been increasingly easier to let him. But then there were moments when he turned dark…the other side of him came to light and you couldn’t help but question your mind.

“Boss…” Emilio’s associate barged into the office, only to find you bent over his desk while he pounded into you from behind.

“Not now!” Emilio growled.

“But boss!” This guy really couldn’t take the hint.

Emilio wasn’t one who took well to being interrupted, in any aspect of his life. So, when this associate decided what he had to say was more important than Emilio’s time…you knew it would be bad.

Emilio’s hips never faltered, not upon the initial interruption and certainly not when he leaned to the side, grabbed his gun, and shot the man standing in the doorway. You pinched your eyes shut, knowing better than to react to the horrific sight before you. Emilio continued thrusting, his grunts becoming more erratic, and when he finally finished, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.

“Go run a hot bath. Get in and wait for me. I need to go see about this issue and get this cleaned up.” Emilio stated as he assisted you in standing upright.

“Yes sir.”

“It was really hard for me to deal with the two sides of him. I became confused and my mind was so foggy as to whether or not he was truly awful. And I know that so much of that is the manipulation of being his submissive, but I was with him for a year, it was easy to forget what things had been like before Emilio.” You trailed off.

“I can’t even imagine all the things you must’ve seen and gone through in that time. I can understand why you weren’t sure about joining the BAU initially…but I am really glad you did.” Hotch expressed, placing his hand atop your own.

“I’m glad I did too.”

The next morning Emily and JJ were sent into the coffee shop that all the victims frequented, and they couldn’t track the unsub. Either he was far too subtle, or he hadn’t shown up. The team was currently in the precinct trying to figure out the next steps, when Derek suggested it again.

“I still think y/n should go undercover, it’s our best bet in finding this guy. What do you say new girl?”

You were taken aback; your mind was screaming at you to decline. You weren’t ready for this, going undercover, blindly following team orders. It’s for the greater good though, isn’t it?

“I could do that.”

“Morgan, I already said it’s not happening. She isn’t ready.” Hotch commanded.

“Hotch, we have all had to go undercover. There is no reason that she can’t go into the coffee shop and order a freaking latte. We will all be there to keep her safe, just like any other case!” Morgan was practically shouting.

“It’s okay. I can do it.”

“Y/n you don’t have to do this. Not if you aren’t comfortable.” Hotch was obviously trying to profile you based on his expression.

“I’m okay. I’ll do it.”

You were ordering a coffee, meanwhile Spencer was sitting in the back of the café reading a book and Rossi was in line, about three patrons behind you. Hotch insisted on sitting at a table just outside the entrance to keep a close eye on everyone coming and going. JJ, Derek, and Emily were all in the surveillance van parked across the street, waiting for the signal.

After you received your coffee, you found a seat at an empty table. It wasn’t long before a man approached you. He was tall and clearly strong; he had a very sinister aura that gave you the chills.

“Mind if I sit here?” He asked.

“Oh, sure.” You agreed.

The man sat, but only after he moved the chair closer to you. He was talking to you, but you were having a hard time listening. You were silently begging the guys to come to help and get him away from you.

“You know, you’re really pretty. Why don’t we get out of here? We could go get lunch.” The man suggested.

“Oh, I’m not sure I should.”

“C’mon, be a good girl and get up.” His tone became more aggressive.

You stood up without a second thought, much to the unsub’s delight. He grabbed your arm in a bruising grip and began leading you out of the café.

“They’re on the move. Why is she going with him? This wasn’t the plan.” Derek exclaimed.

Hotch’s demeanor instantly changed. After you opened up to him about your previous assignment, he understood now why you had seemingly always followed orders willingly, only your willingness had been conditioned. Instilled in you through the manipulation of a very dangerous man.

“I got it.” Hotch

Hotch stood up and turned abruptly, purposefully plowing into you and the unsub. He made a move that shifted you away from the unsub and placed himself between you.

“Oh, I am so sorry!” Hotch feigned innocence.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Watch where you’re going asshole. Let’s get out of here.” The unsub reached for your arm once more.

“She’s not going anywhere with you.”

“You want to bet?” he said, pulling a gun from his waistband and pointing it directly at your head.

You didn’t flinch, in fact you didn’t move a muscle. All the while everyone else sprung into action. Hotch tried to talk him down while the rest of the team surrounded him on all sides. You had stood there completely disassociated while this man threatened your life and ultimately met his untimely end via Emily’s weapon.

“Y/n would you please come to my office?” Hotch requested.

You silently followed Hotch to his office. You were wringing your hands, hoping that he wouldn’t reprimand you for your behavior today. You couldn’t handle disappointing people.

“You didn’t even flinch. You had a gun pointed at you and you didn’t even blink. You also willingly left the café with him, which was not a part of the plan we had discussed.” Hotch stated, his tone calm.

“I’m sorry Hotch. He told me to get up and I just…I wasn’t sure what to do. I know we needed to catch the guy.”

“I don’t want you getting hurt.” Hotch admitted. “I don’t know what I would do if you got hurt. I also don’t want you to agree to do things simply because someone tells you to. Like agreeing to go undercover.”

“I don’t know how to do that. Disagree I mean. I’m not sure I have that in me anymore.” You did everything in your power to keep the tears at bay. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Y/n I’m not disappointed. I do think that it is very important you continue to work with your therapist.”

“I will.”

“…and I just stood there.”

“Y/n you we conditioned for over a year to sit still when any sort of firearm was shot, you watched people die right in front of you. You were covered in their blood and forced to remain kneeling until instructed otherwise. I can’t say I am entirely surprised that you didn’t react to having a weapon pointed at you. What does surprise me though was that you agreed to going undercover.” Sylvia finished.

“I knew it was our best option to finding this unsub. I fit the victimology, and I was able to fish him out. It was a no-brainer.” You shrugged.

“Now that sound like someone making a rational decision.” Sylvia smirked.

“Yeah well, after the case Hotch called me out and I felt like a child being scolded. I could barely hold back tears.”

“Why do you think that is?” She pressed.

“I don’t know. I guess, I’m afraid of not being good enough and worse, disappointing him.”

“The only person you should be worried about disappointing is yourself. Y/n you have made huge strides in the last five months and as long as you stay true to yourself, you will continue to do so.”

The months went on, as did the cases and your therapy sessions. Oddly enough, you had started to feel more like yourself. Things with the BAU have started to become easy, you were opening up little by little to the others and you were getting better at making your own decisions.

Hotch had also noticed the change. It had warmed his heart to see you really coming into your own, to really get to know the real you. Which had only strengthened his feelings toward you, causing him to work extra hard to shove them down. Rossi knew simply from the look Hotch gave you, but that’s a story for another time.

The team had been working back-to-back cases all over the country for the last few weeks. It had been exhausting and the team were getting to a point where everyone was snippy. Lack of sleep had led to a horrible lack of patience, and the local officers weren’t making matters any better.

“What if we were wrong, I think the unsub is a woman. I mean look at the attention to detail in the clean up and at how the bodies were presented.” You offered.

“Y/n could be right; a woman would take the time to be precise and it would explain the…”

Before Spencer could finish his thought, Officer Riley decided to provide his own theories.

“There is no way it is a woman. They don’t have the courage to take care of people like this. That’s why the statistic proves that the unsub is a man.”

“With all due respect, women are just as capable of murder as men, and when they do it they are often far more meticulous which is why that fits better here.” You explained.

“Well, with all due respect ma’am, I’ve been doing this job longer than you could walk.”

“Excuse me?” You couldn’t bother hiding your surprise.

“All I’m saying sweetheart, is that perhaps you’d be better off getting us some coffee.” Officer Riley sneered.

“Last time I checked, I’m the one working for the FBI and not some Podunk little police station in the middle of nowhere, Idaho. So how about you back off and let us finish our…”

“Y/N TAKE A SEAT.” Hotch demanded.

Despite your shock at Hotch’s tone toward you, you took a seat without hesitation.

“Officer Riley, please let my agents do their work. We have much more important things to be doing than arguing about the duties of a woman.” Hotch chided.

“Well, you clearly agree with me given the fact that you gave her an order. If you’d been on her side you’d have probably told me off.” Riley turned to you, “and you clearly do know how to listen to a man in charge. Perhaps I misjudged you.”

With that, Riley made his leave with a low chuckle, and you sat there considering what had just happened. Hotch had commanded you to sit down knowing full well you’d comply, that way he could deal with Riley without you continuing to tell him off. He used what he knew about you against you, despite all the conversations you’ve had with him. Despite him knowing full well your fear of blindly following orders.

“I can’t believe you.” You stood up and walked out, heading straight for the precinct exit.

“Y/n wait!” Hotch followed you.

As you landed on the sidewalk just upon the exit, Hotch’s had made its way around your upper left arm in a desperate attempt to slow you down and hear him out. Only you were in no mood to listen to him or anyone else right now. All you felt was the sense of betrayal blooming in your chest.

As he swung you back around to face him, you did something that shocked even you. You right arm followed around, landing a harsh slap to Hotch’s cheek. Your breathing was ragged, a look of surprise painting your features…a look of guilt flooding Hotch’s.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t…” You paused.

“No, Y/n I am so sorry I shouldn’t have-” Hotch pleaded.

“I need to go. I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” With that you left, calling a taxi, and heading back to the hotel.

“YOU STUPID BITCH! HOW COULD YOU?” Emilio Screamed, lunging toward you.

“Emilio I didn’t, I just…I”

Emilio wrapped his hand around your throat, harshly choking you as SWAT swarmed the shipyard. They quickly made their way to you, removing Emilio from his position over you. As they pulled him away you couldn’t help but watch him.

“Kneel Pet!” Emilio commanded.

You couldn't help but follow his order. Immediately dropping to your knees, resting your hands atop your thighs and letting your gaze fall to the ground.

“I will always own you! You will always be my pet, perfectly broken in!” Emilio hollered as they put him in the back of a vehicle.

“Y/n you’re okay, lets get you up and checked out.” Your unit commander suggested.

Only you didn’t move. You couldn’t get up, not without his permission.

That night, the paramedics had to sedate you to get you into an ambulance. And after that you were placed in a psychiatric facility for 30 days to help undo the brainwashing you’d endured.

“Sylvia, I slapped him. My boss, I slapped him right in the face!”

“Y/n you reacted to a situation and based on what you just explained to me, it seems like he knew he was in the wrong. You shouldn’t be blaming yourself and honestly, you should talk to him.”

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

“Maybe tell him how you feel.” Sylvia suggested.

You spent the afternoon practicing what to say to Hotch, Spencer had been texting you updates of that case as it progressed. He’d let you know that they caught the unsub and were headed back to the hotel. So, as you opened your door to make your way to his room, you came face-to-face with the man himself.

“Hotch.” You gasped.

“Y/n can we talk?”

You moved aside to allow him access to your room. You couldn’t help but feel nervous about the conversation that was to come.

“Hotch, I am so sorry for slapping you! I was just-”

“You shouldn’t be the one apologizing. Y/n I am so sorry, I heard you going off on Riley and I knew that if you kept talking he’d report you and I’d be forced to suspend you, only I hadn’t considered the effect that me demanding you take a seat would have on you. I need you to know it was not my intention to take advantage of you like that and even worse, I shouldn’t have put my hand on you the way I did. You had every right to slap me.” Hotch explained.

“You were trying to protect me?”

“Riley had made threats of reporting our staff for going against orders of the precinct. I knew that he’d report you for your behavior, despite him clearly being in the wrong. I didn’t want to suspend you.”

“I didn’t realize. But Hotch telling me to take a seat, in the tone you did, it felt like I was right back there. Following orders without thinking. With you, I can’t explain it, I would do anything you asked me to and that terrifies me. My feelings for you only add to that need to do anything you say, to do anything to please you. I can’t help it.”

“You have feelings for me?”

“Aaron! Is that all you took from what I just said?”

“Please say that again.” He whispered.

“Aaron.”

He let his eyes close and took a deep breath. You could tell he was holding back and though part of you was begging you to walk away, the other was telling you to jump in. You thought about what Sylvia would say, and you couldn’t help but release a breathy laugh, knowing full well that she would tell you that only you can make the right decision, and it is okay to trust yourself.

“Aaron, I am terrified…and it is going to take me some time to fully trust myself again, but I really like you and if you’re up for it, I’d like to give this a shot. Unless you don’t feel the same way, then please ignore what I just said an-”

Aaron pulled you in and pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss. One that told you everything you needed to know.

“I’m scared too, but I want to try this Y/n. I know that you’re still working to find yourself, I am willing to wait if that is what you need, but I am also willing to be by your side every step of the way.”

“I don’t want to wait.”

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moonreader1010 · 1 year ago

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Pac: how people perceive you<3

Note: 1. take what resonates.

2. Take a deep breath. Ask your spirit guides to help you choose the pile and choose the one that calls out to you.

3. Pictures used are from Pinterest. All rights go to the original owner.

Pile 1:

She'll put you in a trance at first glance

Don't wanna fall in love, but I'll take a chance

straight up I got vision of this one picture that I saw on Pinterest a while back. It was a rabbit in an armour with some sort of spikey weapon and it said “soft but not available for mistreatment”. Very do not harm but take no shit vibes. I see major cancer placements. You can tame anyone. I keep getting beauty and the beast vibes. Like, you know how to tame people. People listen to you but I don’t see and boss employee kind of relationship but more like a goddess and her followers kind of relationship. I see you being hurt in the past. Was growing up difficult baby? Did someone hurt you? I wanna hug you right now. You are an inspiration. You are a warrior and you are so so strong and wise. I feel like we are getting away from the actual question of the reading but I feel like someone wanted me to tell you this hahah. So onto the question that how people perceive you, I think they can tell that you have been through something that changed you. Made you stronger and wiser. People definitely see you as someone who will nail the trope of “taming the bad boy” haha. But ofcourse remember that it’s not your job to fix anyone and I feel like you already know this. People see you as someone who dances in the rain, confident (lots of cards show me the theme of confidence actually), hopeful. They also see you as this boss lady (gender neutral). They see you as someone who is busy building empires.

Additional: student, business, garden, summer dresses, flowers.

Song: Dangerous woman by Wieland

Pile 2: You wear that cast so cool

And I'm in awe

A face like you've never seen before

Around

people see you as someone who is constantly moving(it could be traveling or you know, making moves generally) you are not a still entity. You are always doing something. People see you as someone who is very private and mysterious. It’s hard to know anything about you. Moon seems to be really significant for some reason. People also see you as someone who cuts people of very quickly. No bullshit kinda person. You can deal with absence but won’t take disrespect. You are an achiever. People see you as someone who is constantly trying to learn something. You are open to experiences. You walk away from a situation that doesn’t serve you and that’s what many people admire about you. Young hear and old soul is what I keep hearing. People feel like they can come to you for help and also see you as someone who is very sensible.

Additional: wood, earth signs, moon, 3, heart on your sleeves, white flowers, driving far away.

Songs for you: Ever (foreign sleep) by team sleep.

Pile 3: Baby, this is what you came for

Lightning strikes every time she moves

And everybody's watchin' her

But she's lookin' at you,

people see you as someone who works really hard. They see you as someone who is very responsible and completes tasks like a pro. They see you as a leader. Is acts of services you love language? People feel like they can always count on you. You are always there to help people. You honestly are a great leader you know? Some people seem to see you as a rival. A competition. You make people competitive pile 3. People see you as someone who is very faithful. You are almost untouchable to people. You seem to be on an entire different level that they cannot reach. People see you as someone who is smart and has a way with words. You seem like someone who would do great in negotiations and business exchange lol.

Additional: ships, sea, commerce, green,

Song for you: this is what you came for by Calvin Harris and Rihanna. (Very Rihanna energy lol)

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1. The Unicorn | nanny!yn

Unicorn: An individual who is willing to join an existing romantic relationship. Usually a bisexual female.

Summary: You nanny for the Styles, but Harry and his wife would like to offer you another position.

A/N: This will be 3 parts. Based on this and this.

Word Count: 5.9k

Warning: 18+ only, smut (fingering)

The Unicorn Masterlist

“She’s perfect, Harry.” His wife watched out of the window as you walked to your car parked in front of their house.

“I don’t know. She’s taking care of the kids every day while we’re at work. How does that make her perfect?”

“Because look at her! And she’s so sweet and I just have a sense for these things. She acts all shy and innocent but I bet she’s kinky under it all. And haven’t you seen the way she looks at you?”

He had noticed your glances. The placement of your gaze over his frame. But Harry never thought too deeply about it. Not really. Though he kind of liked that you couldn’t help from dropping your gaze to his lips and then down over his shoulders and mid-torso until every time you breezed your pupils over the natural protrusion at the front of his crotch you were suddenly quickly reminded of what you were doing and bounced your head back just the tiniest bit to correct your sight to the more appropriate height.

But just because you were cute and couldn’t help when your eyes skimmed over his cock with the quickest peek didn’t mean you were perfect to invite into the bedroom with him and his wife. He was hesitant to find a third. He knew that it was unlikely this would end well but his wife had been begging him for it.

Kit was bisexual and once she married Harry, she learned that she often missed the more feminine touches and pretty soft curves. Someone more submissive. It had been almost 8 years since she’d slept with a woman so when she offered a threesome to Harry, she thought he’d jump right at the opportunity but instead, he was worried.

“I think this is a bad idea no matter who it is, but having it be the nanny is like…” he ran a ringed-clad hand through his hair, “… the worst. What if you don’t like seeing me with another woman? Or if I hate seeing you kiss anyone else? I don’t know if I can handle this. And poor Y/n is then stuck in the middle.”

“Harry,” she turned to him and put her hand on his forearm, “You and I are solid. I trust you and you trust me. I know you can handle this. Just the same as I can. I think this will be really good for us. Probably will just make us insatiable for each other. I’m already getting so turned on just thinking about watching you with her. And just imagine it, Harry, having us both laid out, spread legs…” She smoothed a hand up his arm and to the back of his neck, pressing herself close to his body, “You dip into her for a few thrusts and then pull out and—“

“Mom, can I have ice cream? Y/n said I had to wait til you and Dad were home.”

Harry and his wife laughed at the timing. They’d be returning to their conversation later.

. . .

You arrived bright and early Monday morning as requested. You loved nannying for the Styles. Mrs. Styles was so kind to you. She always made sure you had everything you needed and Mr. Styles was funny and easygoing. Plus the twins were a dream. You loved William and Warner as if they were your own.

“Morning, Y/n,” Mr. Styles smiled warmly at you as he opened the door. Warner walked up to you and hugged you. He was the one that liked hugs a lot.

“Morning Mr. Styles…” you laughed and patted Warner’s back, “and you too Warner.”

Mr. and Mrs. Styles left for work not long after but before they left they both asked you if you could stay after work that night. Mrs. Styles would make dinner and the three of you could have a glass of wine and chat a bit after the kids were put to bed.

Of course, you said you’d love to. Though you had kind of been looking forward to going home and watching your show, you wouldn’t mind having dinner with the Styles. The truth was you found Mr. Styles extremely attractive. He was the hottest guy you’d ever seen. He was married so he was obviously off limits but that didn’t stop your brain from short-circuiting every time you were near him.

And because of the way Mrs. Styles acted around you, almost flirty, you sort of had a crush on her too. You were interested in women but had never dated one. You’d only ever been in a couple of real relationships. You were too shy to approach people you found attractive so your pool of potential dates had been low.

So yeah, you’d accept their invitation for dinner.

. . .

“William made a picture today,” you rattled off a few things the boys did. The picture William drew was too cute and he even drew you in between Mr. and Mrs. Styles like you were part of the family.

He held it up proudly and Harry took it and pointed at the figure that was supposed to be you, “Who’s this, Will?”

“It’s Y/n,” he gestured to you.

Harry smiled at William and said how nice it was as he handed the paper back to him. He looked at you for a moment that felt a little warm and lingering before Mrs. Styles brought out the hot pan with food to the table.

When the table had grown quiet as everyone began to eat you wanted to remind Warner to tell his dad that he’d finally gotten the part down on the piano that Harry was teaching him.

“Warner, remember what you were supposed to tell Daddy today?”

When you looked at Harry with a smile you noticed the slightly surprised look on his face but by then it was too late. You hadn’t meant to let the word Daddy slip out like that. If you’d been thinking you’d have said “… supposed to tell your dad today?” Even the twins didn’t call Harry Daddy anymore.

And of course, Warner was already excitedly telling Harry about the part he’d learned on the piano before you could correct it. You hoped no one thought anything of it and while you’d fantasized about calling him Daddy a time or two, you really didn’t mean to say it out loud.

Darting your eyes from Harry to his wife you saw nothing from her at all as a reaction to your misspeak.

Luckily no one seemed bothered by it but you could tell Harry thought something by the surprised smile on his face.

You loved watching the boys interact with their parents. And being able to see it during dinner and then after clean up until they were in their beds with books to read quietly felt special.

Harry, his wife, and you sat in the living room with a bottle of wine. Mrs. Styles sat next to you and she started doing that thing where she looks at you in that way that gets your heart pounding and raises your temperature.

With her hand on your upper arm, she gushed about how much she and Harry loved you. How great of a nanny you were and how lucky they were to have found you.

Harry sat across from the couch in a leather armchair and watched you and Kit with a more solemn look on his face. He nodded at the end of his wife’s praise for you as he looked at you directly. You felt a shiver up your spine at the intensity of his eyes. But it wasn’t just that. There was something so formidable about him. Like he was governing over the moment. He was still Mr. Styles but with an edge of something uncertain. Darker.

You looked back at Mrs. Styles and smiled shyly, “Thank you. So much. I’m really happy to be working for you. And the twins are just amazing. I feel so lucky too.”

Kit’s hand smoothed down your forearm until she softly pushed her fingers through yours. She was sitting with her legs tucked under herself, feet on the couch, and knees angled toward you.

“Honey, you’re coming on too strong,” Harry chided his wife.

“No, I’m not. I’m just being friendly. Y/n is so sweet. I just…” she looked at you, “You don’t mind this do you?”

You loved the way she was looking at you. If you didn’t know any better you’d say she was hitting on you. That had to be wrong, though. Her husband was right there watching you two.

“It’s fine. I know you’re just being friendly.”

Harry laughed and shook his head and spoke his wife’s name in a warning, “Kit. Are you sure you want to do this?”

You looked between the pair. A little confused about what they were talking about. You didn’t know if you’d missed some dialogue somewhere or what but you were definitely picking up a vibe between them.

“If she’s up for it then yes, I’m sure.”

“Up for what?” You questioned them both.

Harry raised his brows and looked at his wife, “I’ll let you do the honors.”

Her hand squeezed at yours gently, bringing your attention back to her. Her other hand brushed over your knee with the tip of her fingers casually, “We think you’re very sweet and pretty, Y/n.” Kit began.

You kept your eyes on hers the best you could but she’d been wearing a low-cut dress and, not unlike the times you dropped your gaze to Harry’s crotch, you couldn’t help peeking at her cleavage with the same attempted deftness.

“And we think you might be fun to…” she paused and looked at Harry, who nodded at her to go on, “Have in bed. For us to share.”

You looked down at where Mrs. Styles was grazing your kneecap with her fingertip and whispered, “To share.”

That was quite a lot. If what she was saying was what you thought she was saying then you’d have to determine if it was worth it.

“You don’t have to say yes, Y/n.” Harry chimed in, “I know you’re a really sweet girl and you don’t want to disappoint anyone but if you tell us no we won’t be upset. You won’t lose your job.”

You were thankful he said that. It had flashed across your mind the idea that if you said no they might not want to keep you around.

“So, you’re like asking me to have a…” you gulped and looked between Harry and his wife, “like a threesome with you?”

“Yes. You don’t have to decide right now. And like Harry said, you don’t have to say yes. We just both find you very appealing and sweet. We’re very much attracted to you too and we trust you. I think we’d all work well together. It could be just a one-time thing or maybe it could be something we do regularly.”

The subject was changed shortly after. They’d done their part. They’d asked you what you thought and now the ball was in your court. You had to figure out what you wanted. Which made it hard to participate in the rest of the conversation. You tried but your brain was having a hard time moving past the things your imagination was coming up with.

“I hope you don’t feel weird after this. No rush to make a decision. Seriously.” Mrs. Styles smiled softly at you as she drew her fingers from the side of your jaw to under your chin delicately.

“Thank you. I just need some time to think.”

She leaned in and kissed your cheek as Harry stood behind her with his hand on her shoulder.

When you’d all finished the bottle of wine Harry and Kit walked you to the door. You still didn’t know what you wanted exactly. In a fun fantasy world (which you’d definitely be visiting in your imagination that night) it would be amazing. To have them both? Yes. That sounded so good. But the reality of it wouldn’t be that easy you knew. Would it be awkward to work for them after? And what if you did some kind of arrangement with them as their… what was it called? A unicorn?

You felt breathless as you got into your car. You hadn’t had all that much wine. A glass and a half. The bottle was split between all three of you so none of you had gotten even close to drunk but you felt all buzzy. And even turned on. The idea of what they were offering sounded like a dream. But maybe that’s how it should remain. Just a dream. A fantasy.

. . .

The following day everything seemed normal. The Styles acted as if they hadn’t just asked if you’d want to have a threesome with them. It felt surreal. Like perhaps it never happened.

But when Harry arrived home first after work you felt like something about him was different. That’s when the cracks started forming. That morning he was friendly like he always was. But now he was brooding. His eyes were heavy on you. As if he was now looking at you differently.

He listened to William and Warner tell him about their day but you felt his eyes singing you as he kept looking your way. You felt intimidated by him suddenly and looking at him in increments longer than a few seconds felt like you’d dissolve.

He walked you to the door after you said goodbye to the boys and held the handle tight before turning it, “You wouldn’t want to stay for a drink would you?”

The way he asked you felt less like a question and more like a reminder to you of what was still left on the table. It was a reaffirmation of what was suggested the night before. It was real. It had happened and he was here to remind you.

You looked down at his hand grasped around his door handle and back up to him. You were compelled to say yes as you began to nod, “Yes. Okay.”

You felt nervous. Harry’s grin looked like he was pleased by your answer.

The boys were playing in their room as he poured you a glass of wine.

“When will Mrs. Styles come home?” It was rare that they weren’t home at nearly the same time after work.

“She’s going out with a friend tonight. She’ll be late. I thought you and I could get to know one another a little better. She knows I planned on asking you to stay. I’m glad you did.”

You nodded and felt your nerves only grow. Alone time with Mr. Styles wasn’t something that ever really happened much. Normally Harry was with his wife when he discussed anything with you.

You both sat on the large couch in the living room as Harry lifted his glass toward yours, clinking them together.

“So, what are your plans this weekend?” Harry had one leg draped over his other casually as he looked down at you.

“Uh… I don’t have any. Normally I just make last-minute plans with friends,” you squirmed in your spot at the way he was consuming you with his eyes.

“Maybe if you find you’re free you could come over Saturday afternoon. The kids will be staying with their grandparents. Kit will be making something special for dinner.”

“Oh, that sounds nice. Yeah. I mean, as long as it’s not imposing,” you were growing hot. Your palms were sweating. Harry was so attractive it was making your body weak. You honestly didn’t care what would be made for dinner but you were curious about where the night might lead if you did wind up in their house without their kids around all night.

“Of course, you wouldn’t be imposing. You’d be the guest of honor,” Harry’s arm slid over the back of the cushion behind you, and you gulped nervously.

“Oh, that’s…” you breathed out a jittery laugh, “… not necessary. No need to do anything special for me.”

“I hope you know that anything that happens, we’d always make it special for you, Y/n. We want you to feel comfortable.”

You could feel the temperature around your body rise with his proximity. You had noted how he’d inched his way a bit closer.

“Thank you, Harry. You and Mrs. Styles are always so nice to me.”

You were visibly nervous. Harry could see it too.

His wife had suggested that he invite you to stay for a drink and more if you allowed it. She really wanted to try any angle to get you to say yes to their offer. She figured if you were alone with Harry for a bit maybe you’d feel more comfortable. So, Harry was working on just that. And the more he thought about you and his wife’s convincing argument to bring in a third, he found he was more and more into the idea.

Plus you were simply the sweetest thing. He could see that you were a little timid and somehow that made his body respond to you in a way he hadn’t felt in a while. It set his blood to a low boil. His wife was lovely. Amazing in bed but it was true that with her there was something missing. He rarely got the opportunity to dominate his wife and really release his natural inclination to flex his prowess with her. Because she was dominant as well. And Harry didn’t mind it for the most part. But he missed certain things.

“We’d like to be more than just nice to you, darling,” his fingers behind you softly brushed against your neck and you inhaled shallowly at the contact. “But you already know what we want. How about you? What do you want, Y/n?”

You fluttered your eyes closed for a moment as you felt the pad of Harry’s thumb slide up your neck. Harry’s cologne and his natural scent were so appealing. You turned to look at him and worked up your nerve, “I think it sounds really fun. The offer. I’ve never been with a woman.”

He licked his lips, “You’ve experienced men, then, yeah?”

You nodded. You were sure he could see you physically melt.

“What do you like, Y/n?”

You had not expected the conversation to go this way, “I don’t… I’m not sure. I’ve not really done a lot. Nothing too crazy,” you laughed your words in embarrassment.

Harry’s soft petting on your neck continued, “That’s okay. We can figure it out as we go. To be honest, we’ve never done anything like this either.”

“And Mrs. Styles? Has she been with women?”

Harry nodded, “Yes. This was her idea actually. She’s been missing a feminine presence in bed.”

You felt the trickle of lust and carnal need swell in your body as Harry drew his free hand across his body and to your knee, “Is this okay?”

You nodded, keeping your eyes on his. You wanted to lean forward and grab your glass of wine and gulp the whole thing in one go but you wouldn’t dare break from his hold. It was intimate and having his hands on you was satisfying.

Harry looked toward the hallway and then back to you, “I’d like to kiss you. Y/n. Are you comfortable with letting me kiss you?”

His lips felt like they’d burst into flames if he didn’t press them into yours. But he couldn’t do that in front of the twins because he knew that once he felt your mouth and your tongue he was going to want more and if you were open to it he’d take it even further. His wife had given him permission as long as he was discreet (not in front of the boys). No sex without her present but some heavy petting and fingering were fine.

“Okay,” you breathed and expected him to kiss you right then as you braced yourself.

“Yeah?” He squeezed your thigh and tilted his head as he looked down over your body, “Go into my bedroom. I’ll be right there.”

You were shaky as you stood up and watched Harry walk away to talk to the twins in their room. The boys were old enough that they’d play by themselves just fine, you knew. You lifted your glass of wine to your lips and gulped half at once. You couldn’t even remember walking to the master bedroom upstairs. Your mind was a swirl of what-ifs and scenarios and questions.

“Are you okay?” Harry said as he closed the door behind himself. Everything was happening in slow motion. You were trying not to feel so floaty and far away but you couldn’t help it. Your experience with sex had been minimal and you certainly had never pictured yourself as part of this situation.

“I’m just nervous. I’m always like this the first time…” You swallowed and looked at the edge of the dresser against the wall.

“That’s okay,” Harry stepped in front of you and rubbed his hands down your arms, “I’m a little nervous too but I really want to kiss you. Just didn’t want the boys to see.”

You nodded in understanding, “And it’s okay with Mrs. Styles?”

His hands slowly grazed up your arms to your shoulders and then around to the back of your neck and head, “Her idea. But in all honesty, I want to kiss you. Feel like I need to.”

Blinking your eyes you raised your arms to hold onto his biceps as you kept your eyes pinned to his. He was solid under your hand. Of course, he was. You knew Mr. Styles was fit and you’d seen him in shorts and t-shirts and once glimpsed his pecs. You knew he had tattoos.

But when he finally nudged his nose to yours and his hot lips wrapped around your mouth everything went from being slow motion and blurry to high speed and heart pounding. You couldn’t get enough of his mouth and his tongue and you gripped his arms until he’d practically lifted you off your feet and pulled you to his bed.

His kisses were wet and warm and he moaned into your mouth. He was ravenous. It made you feel like a seductress, like he craved you.

You were across his lap and twisted to face him with your arms over his shoulders and your tongue pressed to his when he cupped your face and parted from the kiss.

“Y/n… Fuck honey…” he dabbed a kiss to your jaw and then looked back at you, “Can I get your pants off? Make you feel good? No sex tonight,” his words were deep and thick, “That’s for Saturday. But for now,” he ran a hand up your thigh up to your hip, “I can give you a preview with my fingers. If you want.”

“Yes, Harry,” you breathed your words and tried to lean back in for another kiss but he kept you at a distance, his hands on your jaw and fingers cradling the back of your head.

“I really liked it when you referred to me as Daddy last night. Will you do that for me again, honey?”

See. That was the thing. You already thought of him as Daddy. In all your private fantasies you called him Daddy. But it made you nervous because you fantasized about Harry far more than you ever did his wife. Kit was beautiful and she was definitely your type but Harry dominated your secret daydreams. So it would be easy for you to call him Daddy. But it worried you when it came to having his wife included in that dynamic.

“Is that okay? I mean,” you sighed breathily, “Will Mrs. Styles be okay if I call you Daddy?”

“I don’t think she’ll mind,” Harry licked his lips, “Tell you what. Tonight, call me Daddy because I want to hear your sweet voice say it when I finger you, okay? I’ll talk to her and let her know I asked you to and I think she won’t care but if she doesn’t like it we won’t do it again.”

You nodded. Daddy it was. That would be easy.

Harry brought an arm to your low back and leaned you down onto his bed. The bed he shared with his wife. With his knees dug into the bed next to your hip he loomed over you and brought a gentle hand up to the front of your neck and pressed, “How does this feel? Is this okay?”

It was a first for you. To have someone’s hand on your throat. It was a surprise. But the good kind. You loved how small it made you feel and how powerless. You knew if you asked him to remove his hand he would but the notion that you were physically relinquishing your power to him was so hot to you somehow.

“It’s good,” you breathed just before he inched down to kiss you again.

It felt absolutely nuts what you were doing. Making out with your boss, a married man, in his bedroom while his wife who was away gave him permission and even encouraged this situation.

Harry’s hand slid off of your neck and down your t-shirt, “Can we take this off? All of it? So I can see you?”

You nodded, “Yes,” and sat up so you could pull your shirt over your head. Harry unbuttoned his own and watched you unzip your pants and tuck your fingers inside the waistband before lifting your bum to pull them down your legs.

With his shirt unbuttoned you saw more tattoos. You’d paused for just a moment when you took note of his bare chest and abs.

Harry got to his knees and leaned over you, his hands on either side of your hips, “Do you need help with this?”

He put his hands over yours where you were grasping your waistband and helped you pull them off your legs.

His hands found your calves as he looked at you, “You’re so pretty, Y/n. Take your bra off.”

So you did. Unhooking the back and letting the front fall down your arms. Harry’s hands found their spot on either side of your hips again as he softly kissed each of your nipples, “Beautiful. Can I take your panties off?” His fingers were already dancing over the fabric of your waistband, knowing you’d be saying yes.

You gulped and nodded as he dragged the material down your legs, rendering you completely nude. Harry let out a breath as he raked his eyes over skin and curve and freckle.

Harry lay next to you and took your hand in his, bringing it up between you on the mattress, “You still doing okay, Y/n?”

You were feeling very vulnerable and insane for laying completely naked next to him but still you nodded. Because you wanted more of what he was doing.

You rolled to face him on your side when he smeared his mouth over yours. Letting go of your hand he moved his fingers down over your side to your hip and then upper thigh just at the curve of your ass. He squeezed softly but enough that you could feel his big palm grasping your flesh. You lifted your thigh to mantle his hip out of instinct and his palm spread out over the globe of your cheek.

“Want my fingers, honey?”

The way the tips of his fingers were grazing so close to your pussy with your leg draped over him you were losing your mind. All he had to do was lower an inch and he’d feel your wetness.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Harry moaned and moved his head back to look at you, “Oh I really like how that sounds. Let’s have a look then,” he ran his hand over your hip to the front of your tummy as he moved back the tiniest bit to press his fingers over your mound. Slowly his fingers lowered until he met soft wet lips. He breathed in through his teeth, “You all wet for Daddy?”

The smile on his face was cocky but you loved it.

“Yes,” you bit your lip.

With his eyes on yours, he parted your labia with two fingers and slowly ran them down to your opening and then back up until he bumped your clit and pressed over that. You moaned softly.

He was easy with his fingers on you as he kept slipping them up and down, pushing your arousal through your crease and getting his fingers coated.

When he captured your lips in his again you felt him prodding at your entrance. You sucked his tongue into your mouth and he pressed two fingers inside as you grasped onto his shoulder.

You groaned as he fingered you and fixated on the spongy dip inside. You bucked into his hand, “There we go. Feels good doesn’t it?”

You panted yesssss.

The sloppy noises that were coming from between your legs would have been embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good.

“Please,” you breathed as you lowered your hand to his hip, “I wanna see.”

Harry kept thrusting into you with his fingers while his thumb smoothed against your clit, “You can on Saturday, baby. For now, this is all about you.”

You whined and closed your watery eyes as he began to fuck into you faster. His palm was a sticky mess. You raised your hip and rutted into his hand harder.

“You’re gonna grip me so tight and I’m gonna push inside you deep,” he punctuated his words with his thrusts, “Have you creaming all over my cock.”

Your groans grew louder as he pasted his mouth to your neck and you felt the warm press of his tongue on your skin, his curls brushing against your jaw. He shifted so that suddenly you were on your back and he was on his side with his fingers still inside of you, lips on your breasts.

He felt so good and you were already so caught up in the way he was making you feel you’d all but forgotten that this man was married and he was your boss. This was better than your fantasies. He was more confident and a lot more dominant in reality. And just sweet enough that you felt safe.

Harry lifted upward slightly, still pumping his fingers through you causing you to let out a small squeal. You felt his hand cover your mouth and you peeled your eyes open as he lowered his lips to your tits, his fingers plowing through your walls. You were being too loud.

He peered up at you with his tongue gliding over your nipple, his shoulder flexing with each thrust of his arm. Yes, this was definitely better than fantasy. Because it was happening and it felt so good.

You felt his lips slip off the skin of your nipple, “If I take my hand off, you gonna keep quiet?”

Nodding your head you softly moaned into his hand. He pulled his hand away from your mouth and leaned over you to kiss your mouth. Softly at first. It felt like candy-flavored pink sparkle dust magic with his warm lips smoothing against yours, and his nose mushing into your nose.

“Daddy, please…” you breathed as he lifted himself to look down at you.

“What baby?” The sound of your wet pussy getting fingered was the backdrop of you beginning to unravel.

“M’gonna come… Daddy, ffuu– ohhh!” Your mouth was quickly covered again when your volume grew even louder than it had been. You heard Harry softly chuckle just as you clenched around his fingers and grasped his forearm, your neck stretched over the pillow as you arched your back.

Harry looked down at his hand and groaned at how your pussy was devouring his fingers. He couldn’t wait to see what his cock would look like sinking into your perfect cunt. And he thought you were pretty when you orgasmed. He was sure he’d want to make you come over and over again if his wife wasn’t too greedy with you.

“Such a good little girl, Y/n. There you go, baby.” He smirked at you, his fingers still slipping into you, squelching when he buried them in all the way.

“This what you needed? Needed to come on Daddy’s fingers?” Your soft moan was muffled as you finally set your gaze back on Harry who was already looking at you.

“Just imagine how good it’s gonna feel on my cock.” He slid his thumb over your clit and you jolted from sensitivity.

Harry took his hand off your mouth and slowly pulled his fingers from your pussy as he sat back, stuffing his fingers into his mouth to taste you. He could smell your pussy as he was fingering you and couldn’t wait to get a taste.

Popping his fingers out of his mouth he caged you into your spot on the mattress, hovering over you, “How was that?”

“So good,” you were still taking in labored breaths.

His mouth encased yours once again. His kiss was lustful and fiery. You could smell yourself when he cradled your head, his fingers, still damp with you, swiping into strands of your hair.

A deep moan fell from his chest and you pulled your arms over his shoulders and the cotton of his shirt. Your body began to ignite again just before he parted from your mouth with a gasp.

“I’m sorry. Got carried away. Your lips are so sweet,” his voice was deep and breathy. “You okay?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded and smiled.

Harry insisted on helping you clean up. First, you peed but then he came in and wet a towel to help wipe you and talk to make sure you were okay.

You could tell he had a boner. The front of his trousers was bulged in an obvious way. His pupils were dark and his skin was hot. And you would have loved to have him use you however he wanted to take care of himself but you wouldn’t go against his Kit’s wishes.

“So, Saturday? You sure you want to come over?” Harry handed you the clothes he’d picked up from the floor and his bed.

“Yeah. I’d like to.”

Harry cupped your jaw and smudged your cheekbone with his thumb, “Good. I’m glad to hear that.”

He walked you out to your car and squeezed your hand before dropping it. It felt strange. Like you’d just gotten away with something so immoral and improper but you were elated.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Y/n. Drive safe.”

“Okay. Thank you, Da–“ your eyes widened and you felt your whole body wash in heat as you tried to correct your near-fatal error, “Ha- Harry.”

The grin on his face with smiling dimples told you that he didn’t mind, “Night, sweet girl.”

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found family | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

summary: how it came to be.

word count: 6597

double the trouble masterlist

Yes, again, this one has been re-wrote for the third time to fit in with monkey's background, and I honestly didn't like the way I wrote the older version.

let me know what you think!

You never really understood the importance of family, after all, you had grown up with an alcoholic and drug addict of a father who made it very well known he didn’t care about you from the very day you were born, but meeting Leah and Jordan changed everything for you.

They became your found family.

You had been part of the Arsenal Girls’ Centre of Excellence since you were younger. If you asked Leah, she would tell you that she’s practically watched you grow up right in front of her eyes.

It was somewhat true at least.

You guess that you can say that Leah and Jordan have always been there, watching out for you even when you weren’t aware of it. Leah had met you when you were just nine years old, a small and scrawny kid with a magical touch on the ball.

You had wormed your way into her heart from the very first day.

Back then when everything was simple and you were a happy kid. You lived with your Grandma, who was the only real family member that gave a damn about you. She was your dad’s mum, but that lady adored you, fussed over you and made sure that you never went without so when she died, you were completely heartbroken.

And that’s when everything started to crumble.

You were sent to live with your arsehole of a father, Mark. A cruel, neglectful man who barely acknowledged your existence–except when his fists did the talking.

You never properly realised the promise that Leah made to your Grandma before she passed away. A promise to keep you safe from Mark, the man that you called your father. However, social services deemed him “good enough” to have you back in his care.

They missed the alarm bells. They messed up.

Mark was a master manipulator, convincing them that everything was fine. They didn’t see the numerous beer cans strewn around the room, the stale smell of cigarettes that lingered through the house, or the bruises that you hid beneath oversized hoodies.

He put on an act for so long, an act so convincing enough for people to believe him for that long–nobody ever realised that everything wasn’t as perfect as it seemed to be behind closed doors.

Leah, of course, knew. She had always known there was something that wasn’t right, and she never gave up ever fighting for you–she has always been in your corner.

Mark hated that. He did everything he could to cut her out. First, the visits stopped. Then, the phone calls. At first, you were confused–hurt. You didn’t understand why Leah stopped showing up. You didn’t know that Mark had been behind it all along.

Leah never broke her promise to show up. Mark just made it impossible for her to keep.

At the age of twelve, you were temporarily removed from Mark’s home after you called out to Leah and Jordan for help.

However, even with social services getting involved and removing you from Marks’ home, it was never good enough–even with the court ordering an emergency placement to live with Leah and Jordan. For the first time in years, you felt safe.

But safety was temporary.

For a while, things were okay. Life with Leah and Jordan was… good. You were quiet, reserved, but you were safe. And that was enough. Even on the bad days, when you tested boundaries and pushed back, they never gave up on you. They never stopped trying.

The judge gave Mark a second chance to change his ways. Looking back, it was a bad call on his part. He was careful at first. Kept his temper in check. Played the role of a changed man. And it worked, Mark’s manipulation swayed the judge to rule for joint custody.

Social services were there waiting for him to put one wrong foot out of place, but Mark never did.

Then came the talk of supervised visits with Mark. The very thought made your stomach twist. But you were twelve. What could you do? The court made its decision. Your voice didn’t matter.

Leah and Jordan fought the decision, but they were overruled. Slowly, Mark manipulated his way back into your life. A new social worker–one who didn’t know your history–signed off on unsupervised visits far too soon.

And just like that you had two homes.

But only one where you felt safe.

“Where the hell is Mark?” Leah’s voice was sharp with concern as she stood in the car park outside the training grounds, “He’s meant to pick her up. It’s his day.”

Your dad’s car was nowhere to be seen.

“Calm down, Le, I’m sure there’s a reasonable excuse for him not being here,” Jordan, ever the voice of reason, tried to soothe her, “Maybe he got held up at work.”

Leah arched an eyebrow, unimpressed, “I don’t like it.”

There was a small glimmer of hope through these times, there was small-talk between your coach at the academy and Leah, an opportunity under special circumstances for you to begin to be integrated into the Arsenal Women’s senior team, training with them and it was there that you always felt your happiest with the ball at your feet.

“I know you don’t, but there’s not much we can do. The courts have made their rules,” Jordan admitted, placing a gentle hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder, “Just relax, it’s not good to be stressed right now, is it?”

Leah let out a frustrated breath, running a hand through her hair, but ultimately knew her girlfriend was right–her pregnancy was early days, and it wouldn’t be good to get stressed right now at all, “We could offer her a lift.”

“You know she won’t accept it,” Jordan reminded her softly, “She never does. Not on the days she goes to his house.”

“I hate this arrangement. And I hate that there’s nothing we can do about it,” Leah muttered, voicing her opinion, “I don’t like the idea of her walking back on her own. It’s almost dark.”

“I know, babe. I hate it just as much,” Jordan squeezed Leah’s arm, “But we have to play by the rules. We’re not stooping to his level.”

Leah’s jaw tightened, “How on earth he managed to persuade the judge I will never know.”

Jordan sighed, “He’s good at lying. But it’s just a few days, Le. She’ll be back home with us soon. Monkey is sensible–if something’s wrong, she’ll text us.”

Leah’s eyes didn’t leave you as you walked toward the street, your small figure disappearing into the evening light, “If I find out he’s hurt her…” Her voice was low, dangerous.

Jordan smirked, nudging her playfully, “Calm down, Mama Bear.”

Leah rolled her eyes, tossing her bag into the car, “I thought we agreed when this baby is born–I’ll be Mummy and you’ll be Mama, huh?”

Jordan laughed, but Leah wasn’t smiling. Not really. She still couldn’t shake the bad feeling twisting in her gut.

Something wasn’t right.

And she knew it.

Leah’s worry only grew–your behaviour when you would return to their home was… challenging.

You would lash out at every chance you got.

You weren’t the happy-go-lucky kid they once knew. Something had changed.

No matter what they tried, neither of them could reach you.

On one particular miserable day when the rain was pouring down–the kind of relentless downpour that would soak you to the bone within seconds of being outside, Leah was driving back home from a quick check up with the physios when she spotted you trudging down the road.

You were completely drenched and shivering in the thin jacket that you wore, your kit bag slung over your shoulder as you tried to shield yourself from the rain with the attempt of a flimsy hood.

“What the actual fuck?” Leah’s jaw dropped in utter disbelief, her eyes widened in shock as if she couldn’t believe the sight she was seeing in front of her.

You were there, walking alongside the road in the freezing rain with not a single adult in sight. It was your dad’s approved day, and of course, once again, he was nowhere in sight.

Without hesitation, Leah slowed her car and pulled up beside you, “Monkey,” She rolled down the window, calling your usual familiar nickname to get your attention, “What on earth are you doing out here in this weather? Get in, I’m taking you home. It’s hammering it down and you’re going to get ill in this weather.”

“No, no, it’s alright–” You weren’t given a single chance to protest, shaking your head as your teeth chattered from the freezing weather.

“Monkey, come on. Stop being stubborn and get in the car,” Leah insisted, leaning over to open the passenger door.

You continued to stand there, frozen, while your teeth chattered.

“I’m not arguing with you about this,” Leah told you firmly, not in the mood for your objection, “I know you don’t like me giving you lifts to Mark’s house, but I’m not letting you get ill under these circumstances. Your grandma would be swearing at me if she saw what was happening, wouldn’t she?”

You frowned at the mention of your grandma, even if you knew how true that was. Your grandma would definitely have something to say about that if she could see you now.

“That’s a low blow mentioning her,” You huffed, slumping your shoulders as it continued to hammer it down, “Fine,” You reluctantly gave in, sliding into the passenger seat, avoiding her look as you stared down at your sodden trainers.

“But it worked, didn’t it?” Leah changed her voice to a softer tone, cranking up the heat in the car to help keep you warm, before she started to pull off from the curb and head in the direction of Marks’ house, “So, is there any particular reason you’re out walking alone in this weather?” She questioned, treading carefully to not spook you with that question.

“Da… Dads’ working late tonight, so I… I had to make my own way back,” You were quick to make up the excuse, knowing full well if you even attempted to ask Mark for a lift home then he’d have most likely laughed in your face.

Leah clicked her tongue, unimpressed, “Right, I see,” She murmured, strumming her fingers on the steering wheel. Of course, she didn’t believe you.

You barely believed them yourself.

“If Mark’s working late tonight, do you want to come home and have dinner with us?” Leah put the question out there, hoping that you might say yes.

Home.

The place you felt safe. With Leah and Jordan.

You say badly want to say yes, but the fear of Mark finding out makes you think twice about it, “U… Uh, no, I’d better not,” You quickly disagreed, shaking your head, “Dad and I are gon’ go out for dinner tonight when he’s home.”

“That’s alright,” Leah responded, keeping an eye on you out the corner of her eye as she continued to make the drive to Mark’s house.

Trust didn’t come easily these days. Your walls were so high up even Leah and Jordan–two people who had been in your life for the better part of the last several years–struggled to get through.

It was the only way to protect yourself.

The next time you came to the Arsenal training grounds, you ended up being late. This time though, you’re not just dragging your feet, but also looking pale, and feeling shaky.

You’re barely even able to stand up properly.

Your stomach churned, hollow and aching. You had left Marks’ house without anything to eat. You never have the chance to eat when you are there–there’s never any food in.

You tried to shake it off, pushing yourself through the warm-ups, but everything felt… off. Your legs were sluggish, like they weren’t quite listening to you. Your head was heavy, your vision swimming every time you turned too fast. You rubbed at your stomach absentmindedly, trying to ignore the gnawing emptiness twisting inside you.

Leah’s voice cut through the noise of training, “Monkey, are you alright?”

“Mhm,” You nodded quickly, forcing yourself to keep moving.

Leah didn’t look convinced. You could feel her eyes on you as you lined up for the next drill. Your movements were slower than usual, and when you turned with the ball, your foot dragged awkwardly against the turf.

The dizziness hit you in waves, stronger now, harder to ignore. You rubbed at your stomach again, trying to focus, trying to push through.

It’s not long before your vision blurs, your steps falter, and just as you start to go down, Leah’s there in an instant–catching you before you hit the ground.

“Whoa,” Leah held you steady in her arms, guiding you back towards the bench in the changing room, “It’s okay. You’re alright. Come on, let’s just take a seat for a minute, yeah?”

“M’ fine,” You murmured, feeling yourself being pushed down onto the hard bench, “M’ good.”

Leah, however, wasn’t so easily convinced, “Absolutely not, Monkey. You can barely even stand up,” She stated, rooting through her bag to pull out a protein bar, “Right, here. Eat this, please.”

You didn’t hesitate to tear into it. The gnawing hunger finally eased up a little bit, but the shaking still hadn’t stopped.

Leah crouched down in front of you, “Monkey,” She began, her voice gentler now, “I want to ask you a question and I want you to tell me the truth, please… alright?”

You nodded in agreement, having a feeling you knew where this was going.

“When was the last time you had a proper meal at Mark’s house?” Leah asked in a gentle tone of voice.

Your mind scrambled to attempt to remember the last time that you sat down to eat something that wasn’t a hastily grabbed snack when you were at Marks’ house, “Uhm…” You stammered, the pause in your response telling Leah everything that she needed to know.

Leah sighed softly, shifting closer until she was level with you, “How about you come home with me after training, huh? We can even order pizza,” She suggested, still in that gentle tone of voice.

“But… the courts, and the agreement,” You murmured, eyeing her warily.

“It won’t matter for one night. I want to make sure you’ve eaten properly,” Leah told you, squeezing your knee gently, “I’m thinking we can watch a movie and eat pizza. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“I… I don’t know,” You were sceptical to agree, fumbling with the hem of your training top that was miles too big on you, “What if… Dad is at work, but he will still want to see me.”

“You leave Mark to me, yeah? All you need to think about is what pizza you want to eat,” Leah reassured you, her tone firm but kind.

The thought of Mark finding out made your stomach twist, but the hunger, the exhaustion–it was all too much.

“A… Alright, deal,” You mumbled, the relief washing over Leah’s face once you had agreed to it.

“Home sweet home, eh?” Leah said, opening the front door with a beaming wide smile as she gently rested her other hand on your shoulder, “Why don’t you go and get changed out of your training kit, and I’ll make you a snack for when you come down, yeah?”

You loved your bedroom at Leah and Jordan’s house. It was full of everything that you loved–Shrek, Lego, Marvel and an ever-growing collection of teddies–most of them being jellycats.

It was a completely different contrast to the cold, bleak and mould-infested house that Mark lived in.

“Can… Can we watch Shrek?” You peered up to look at Leah, eager to watch the film, regardless of the countless times you had watched it.

Leah playfully groaned, tilting her head back as she dropped her bag by the front door, “Again? We watched it the other week,” She teased, but seeing the grin appear on your face made her soon change her mind, “Alright, fine, but it has to be the second this time, yeah?”

“Deal!” You bounced on your toes, ready to run upstairs into your bedroom as Jordan appeared round the corner, “Hi, Jordy!”

“Hey, little one!” Jordan’s cheerful smile greeted you before she shared a quick confused glance with Leah after you ran upstairs, “What’s going on? I thought Monkey wasn’t back at our house until tomorrow…”

“There’s been a change of plans,” Leah admitted, exhaling a sigh and running a hand through her hair, “She almost collapsed at training today. I don’t think she’s been eating when she’s at Marks’ house.”

Jordan looked at her girlfriend in disbelief, “What?”

“The way she looked so pale and shaky, I just… I know it’s his night, but I’m letting her go hungry and at least this way, we can make sure she’s actually eaten, right?”

“Right, but what about the court?” Jordan was sceptical, they had to be careful to not put a foot out of line with social services and the court still involved.

Leah clenched her hands, shaking her head, “I’m not doing the wrong thing by making sure our kid eats.”

Jordan went to reply, but before she could, you dashed back into the living room, now dressed in comfier clothes, “Right then, what pizza are we going to order? I’m thinking cheese because of Miss Picky over there,” She teased, pointing her index finger in the direction of Leah, “What do you think, little one?”

“Oi!” Leah protested, making you giggle.

“What do you think, little one?” Jordan asked, turning her attention back to you.

“I like cheese!” You told her, settling into your usual spot on the sofa. But as you glanced around, your smile wavered. There were new things in the living room–baby things. A tiny bouncer sat in the corner, a folded-up prame near the door, and on the coffee table, a small pile of newborn clothes, still with tags on them.

Your stomach twisted.

“Is that stuff for the baby when they’re born?” You asked, your voice quieter now.

Leah followed your gaze and nodded, “It is. My mum brought some clothes when she went shopping the other day. Do you want to have a look at them?”

“No,” The answer came out quickly, your fingers tugging at the hem of your hoodie. A lump formed in your throat.

Leah’s smile faltered for a split second before she covered it up, “That’s okay. They’re there if you change your mind.”

You didn’t reply. You just curled in on yourself slightly, hugging your knees to your chest. The excitement from earlier had faded, replaced by something heavy, something that made your chest ache.

They were having a baby.

A real baby.

Not a too-old, too-messy, too-loud kid who wasn’t even theirs for real.

Leah and Jordan shared a glance over your head. It was Leah who shifted closer, gently rubbing your back, “Hey,” She murmured, “You know that nothing’s going to change for you, right?”

You shrugged.

Jordan sat down on the other side of you, “We love you, little one. Just as much as always. The baby isn’t going to change that.”

You stayed quiet, staring at the fabric of your hoodie as your fingers twisted it.

Leah sighed softly, then leaned in and kissed the top of your head, “You’re ours too, Monkey.”

The words made something deep inside you squeeze tight. You blinked rapidly and buried your face in your knees, hiding the way your eyes burned.

“D’you still want to watch Shrek?” Leah asked after a moment, keeping her voice light.

You hesitated, then gave the smallest nod.

Leah didn’t push. She just reached for the remote, Jordan pulled a blanket over you, and soon enough, the familiar opening notes of Shrek 2 filled the room.

You just weren’t sure if you believed them.

“Is she asleep already?” Jordan wondered, glancing up from her phone as Leah pulled back the duvet and climbed in beside her, “That was quick tonight. No hissy fits?” She joked.

Leah exhaled, “Yeah. It didn’t take long.”

“Poor thing must’ve been shattered,” Jordan murmured, frowning, “I thought she’d have had you up half the night.”

“I thought so too, but something tells me that she hasn’t been sleeping well,” Leah admitted, “We didn’t even get through the first chapter of Chamber of Secrets before she dozed off.”

Jordan arched an eyebrow, “I’m not surprised. At least she feels safe here.”

Leah hesitated, then spoke again, “Something is still going on… more than we already know. I’m worried about her, Jord. Tell me you’re not worried too?”

“Of course I am. You’re not imagining things, Le,” Jordan replied, her voice soft but serious, “There’s definitely something happening behind closed doors again–something we don’t know about. She seems so�� different. Like she’s on edge. Constantly scared whenever she comes back from Mark’s.”

Leah exhaled sharply, “Then what do we do about it? We can’t just ignore it. And social services don’t seem bothered again. We finally had it good with Hannah–I mean, I can’t blame her for going on maternity leave, but the man they’ve put in her place? He’s useless.”

“I know, Le,” Jordan agreed with her girlfriend.

“We both know there’s something wrong, we can’t just sit here and do nothing about it,” Leah turned to face Jordan, her brow furrowed with frustration and helplessness, “We’ve stood by and let it happen for way too long–I’m not letting her get hurt again because of their mistakes.”

“I know. And I get it, babe, I do,” Jordan mumbled, wrapping her arm around Leah and resting her hand on her bump protectively, “I’m just as worried as you are, but we can’t do anything without proof.”

Leah’s voice dropped to a whisper, “If anything happens to her… I’ll never forgive myself. He should never have been given joint custody.”

Jordan shifted closer, exhaling a sigh, “I know. But all we can do for now is be there for the little one. Make sure she’s okay when she’s with us. Make sure nothing serious happens. I know it’s hard, playing by the rules of social services and the court, but we will be there for her. Even if she tries to push us away.”

“I… I don’t like this,” Leah swallowed, jaw tight, her mind still restless with the thoughts as she lay there staring up at the ceiling with the weight of the spoken promise heavy on her shoulders, “I made that promise to Jean that I would take care of her, and I’ll do whatever I can to protect our girl. I’ve never broken that promise, and I don’t intend to do so now,” She vowed, ready to act when the time came.

Over the next several weeks, Leah and Jordan made a more conscious effort to keep an eye on you during the time you were training with them. You tried to push them away, but they were relentless, not backing down.

Leah would often slip extra protein bars into your bag when she noticed you hadn’t eaten much, and Jordan would offer you a ride back to Mark’s house on the days you were there, even when you tried to refuse it.

As much as they both hated to admit it, there was nothing they could do anymore right now without proof of anything going on.

That was until one day when something serious happened, and both Leah and Jordan were immediately alert of the situation when you didn’t show up to training at your usual time.

If anyone else had been late, they wouldn’t have batted an eye. But their gut instinct that something was wrong couldn’t have been further from the truth.

“Maybe she’s just running late?” Jordan suggested, but even she could hear the unease in her voice.

Leah’s brow furrowed as she tried to call you, only for it to go straight to voicemail again, “This is not like her,” She muttered, her frustration building as she tried again, “She’s usually glued to her phone… this is different. And she’s not answering her texts either.”

Jordan crossed her arms, pacing with agitation, “I’m not getting any response either, Le. I’m starting to get worried.”

The rest of the team was brushing it off, though, as they always did.

“Calm down, you two. She’s almost a teenager and you know what they’re like,” Alex Scott, one of Leah and Jordan’s teammates chipped in, offering a distracted explanation.

“You two are the definition of helicopter mums,” Katie McCabe shot them a teasing look, as if they were overreacting.

“Al is right, kids will be kids,” Kelly added, waving her hand off, “She’ll show up soon enough.”

But Leah wasn’t backing down, “No, this isn’t just any kid, this is our kid,” She snapped, her voice low but fierce, “Something’s wrong. I know it.”

She hit redial on her phone. And once more, it went straight to voicemail.

“Any luck?” Jordan asked, worriedly.

“No,” Something in Leah’s gut twisted. She could feel it. Something was wrong.

Just as she was about to grab her car keys, a voice–yours–cut through the tension.

“L… Le?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, fragile, filled with fear.

Leah turned, and her blood ran cold.

There you were–bruises littered on your arms, a cut along your eyebrow, eyes red and swollen from crying. The disheveled state was a clear sign of something far worse than just a rough night.

Emma Byrne let out a horrified gasp, “Oh my God.”

“Shit,” Rachel Yankey swore, upon seeing the sight of you.

The changing room fell silent, the atmosphere instantly shifting as your new teammates took in your condition.

“What the hell happened to you, kid?” Fara Williams asked, her voice a mixture of confusion and concern.

Danielle Carter’s voice trailed off, “Oh my God…”

Alex’s eyes widened in horror, “I was wrong… I didn’t know…”

“Bloody hell,” Kelly murmured.

“Someone get a medic!” Jodie Taylor shouted, alarmed.

But it was Leah who rushed to you first. Her voice steady, but her eyes betrayed her, “Monkey… What happened? Did he do this to you?”

You broke. You broke in front of her.

“I… I didn’t mean it,” You stammered, “It… It was my fault. I spilled juice… on a work report… It made him… so mad…”

You couldn’t bring yourself to meet her gaze. Your hands were shaking, your entire body trembling with a fear that ran deeper than the bruises on your skin.

“No,” Leah whispered, her voice cracking, crouching down to your level as she carefully brings her hand out to remove a fly-away hair out of your eyes, “No, no, none of this is your fault. It’s never your fault.”

Leah didn’t miss the way you flinched.

Tears streamed down your face, the dam breaking as you sobbed, “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I… I didn’t mean to make him angry.”

“Hey, hey,” Jordan cut in, crouching on the other side of you, “There’s nothing to apologise for, little one. You hear me? Nothing.”

“Hey there, kid,” Alex approached with caution, “Why don’t you and I go take a seat over there, and leave Le and Jord to talk about things, yeah?”

You tensed, shaking your head. You didn’t like the idea of that, “N… No. I… I don’t want to!”

Most of the team had seen you have a few tantrums through the last several months, but this wasn’t the same. This was true, raw fear.

Leah herself didn’t want you out of her sight, but she knew you needed to be looked over by a medic. She needed to take a moment to breathe, “It’ll be alright, my girl,” She said softly, crouching to your level again, “I’m right here, you can still see me. I just need to talk to Jordy, and I’ll be right there with you once I have.”

“Nooo,” You whined, clinging to her as you wanted to stay by her side.

“Hey,” Leah said softly, “I know you’re scared, but I need you to be a big brave girl for me and get checked out by the medical team, alright? I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. You can sit with Alex, and you’ll still be able to see me, right here.”

You reluctantly agreed, still sulking, as you sat on the sofa beside Alex. A member of the medical team approached, and though you tensed, Alex’s presence helped keep you steady as they checked for broken bones or injury.

Meanwhile, Leah didn’t waste time before rushing into Jordan’s arms, her tears falling freely as everything hit her all at once.

“It’s okay, let it all out, Le,” Jordan murmured, pulling her in closer.

“He… He… I can’t believe he did this. Again,” Leah sobbed into her girlfriend’s shoulder.

Jordan swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, “I know, Le. I know. Just let it all out, let it out. I’ve got you.”

“She’s not going back there. Not ever again!” Leah stated, anger in her voice as she pulled back, locking her eyes with Jordan with a mix of fear and frustration, “Now do you believe me? I knew it. I knew something was going on! Nobody else believed me, but I knew I was right!”

“I do… I do believe you, Le,” Jordan nodded in agreement, “But what do we do now?”

Leah’s eyes burned with determination, “I’m not standing back and letting it happen again any longer, regardless of what social services think! Enough is enough now, I’m going to sit back anymore and let this happen.”

“I know, I know you’re right, Le. And I’m with you. I’m backing you on this one,” Jordan stated, determined, she wouldn’t let you go back to Mark either. Not this time, “I know it’s going to be a lot taking care of a newborn and a pre-teen, but we’ll make this work, right?”

“We’ll manage it,” Leah said, her voice firm, “We will find a way to handle it! I know it’ll be a lot, but I refuse to just sit back and do nothing about it, Jord–look at her, just look what he’s done to our little girl! Over my dead body will he ever lay his hands on her again!”

“I know, Le,” Jordan said softly.

Leah’s voice trembled as she continued, “I made a promise to Jean, I promised her that I wouldn’t let him hurt her. I… I’ve failed that! I stood back and let it happen, I… I broke my promise!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You didn’t know, “Jordan said, her voice soothing, “You haven’t, you weren’t to know–he’s manipulative, he’s always been that way. We’ll make it work, Le. I’m on board with it. We can do this.”

“We have… We have to help her, Jord,” Leah said, her voice raw with emotion, “We can’t let her fall through the cracks. this is our kid, our little girl! Biologically or not, she’s ours. And we’ll fight for her!”

Jordan reached out to hold Leah’s hand in reassurance, “I know, Le. I know, and we’ll make it work, I promise–whatever it takes. We’ll figure it out together. As a team.”

“As a team,” Leah repeated, giving her girlfriend a genuine smile, “Just get ready for the chaos,” She joked, steering to move to a lighter topic.

“Oh, with a newborn and pre-teen under one roof? I couldn’t think of anything more chaotic,” Jordan replied playfully, pulling her girlfriend in closer again, “But it could also be kind of fun, right?”

“You and I have different versions of fun,” Leah teased, a glimmer of amusement dancing in her eyes, “But yeah, it might just be the best sort of crazy we’ve ever signed up for.”

Before they could share another moment, the sound of distress broke through the conversation–your voice, high-pitched and full of panic. Leah’s hand snapped toward the sound, her heart skipping a beat as she heard you start to whine, your protest rising in volume.

“I’ve got to go,” Leah said urgently, pulling away from Jordan as she rushed toward you.

Alex, who had been sitting with you, quickly turned to Leah, her voice full of concern, “Leah, she–she needs you. I think it’s getting too much for her.”

Leah’s breath caught in her throat as she saw you struggling, trembling on the sofa. You kicked out suddenly, your foot striking the medic who had been attempting to check you over, and the medic stumbled back, surprised by the outburst, but you didn’t seem to notice. Your eyes were wide, full of panic, and your lip trembled as you stared at the ground, your body still wound up with tension.

Leah’s eyes widened, “Monkey!” She called, rushing over to you as you pulled your leg back, preparing to kick again–this time aiming for Alex, “No, Monkey. You don’t kick people,” She said firmly, dropping to her knees beside you.

You froze at the sound of Leah’s voice, your lip trembling as your body was still full of tension. You hiccuped, looking at her with wide, teary eyes, “I… I didn’t mean to,” You whispered.

Leah sighed softly, her tone gentler but firm, “I know, my girl, but we don’t kick, do we? I need you to be brave for me, alright? This nice medic here needs to make sure you have no significant injuries. I’m right here with you.”

The medic, still recovering from your kick, took a step back, clearly giving Leah the space she needed to step in.

Leah gently lifted you off the sofa, placing you down on her lap and wrapping her arms around you protectively, “You’re safe now, alright? Nobody’s going to hurt you. We won’t let anyone hurt again. Never.”

You sniffled, nodding hesitantly, “Okay, Le…”

Leah held you in her arms, her expression softening as she tried to reassure you everything was fine, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. You don’t need to be afraid anymore.”

“N… No more,” You whimpered.

“I think she’s had enough for now,” Leah glanced up at the medic, “Just check over the basics, please. I don’t want her to be stressed out anymore.”

The medic nodded, acknowledging Leah’s leadership in the situation, “Understood, we’ll keep it light.”

Leah turned her focus on you, “I’m right here, my girl. There’s no need to be frightened. You won’t ever be going back to Mark’s. Never again. We’ll keep you safe.”

“No… No more,” You clung to her, still a little shaken.

Leah nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “That’s right, Monkey. No more. You’re safe with us.”

“You’ve gone too far this time!” Leah shouted, barging through the front door of Mark’s home, her fury barely contained.

She wasn’t alone. Jordan was right behind her, gripping her hand tightly, a silent promise that she wasn’t letting go. Amanda and David had followed, both of them standing togther as unwavering support. And then there were the others–some of Leah and Jordan’s older teammates, women had heard enough and seen enough to know this moment was long overdue.

Leah had to be careful because she was pregnant, but that didn’t stop the fire in her voice, the sheer rage that burned through her words.

Mark barely reacted, slouching against the doorway with an irritated scowl, “What the hell? You can’t just barge your way into my house–what have you said, you little shit? Spreading lies again, are you?” His eyes flicked toward you with a sneer, and your stomach twisted.

Leah’s eyes were blazing with anger, “You’re unbelievable, Mark!” She spat, her voice sharp and furious.

Mark scoffed, crossing his arms, “If you’re so concerned about her then why don’t you have her, full time, huh? You can see how much a handful she can really be. She’s your problem now.”

The dismissiveness in his voice sent a fresh wave of anger through Leah, “You’ve got a kid right in front of you–a kid who’s done nothing but try and survive despite you, and all you can do is shrug her off like she’s nothing? And now, you don’t even have the decency to pretend to care about her!”

Jordan just held Leah’s hand tighter, a wordless reminder to keep her temper in check, “Let it go, Le,” She urged softly, though her gaze was cold and unforgiving as it lingered on Mark, “We’ll leave it to the court to decide.”

Leah’s anger didn’t fade, if anything, it deepened as she looked at the man who had treated you like a burden instead of his flesh and blood, “No–she’s not just a problem that can be handed off. She’s a child–she’s your child, and the way you’ve been treating her is damn right appaulling!”

David, usually the quieter one, took a step forward, “This ends today, Mark. We’re not standing by and letting this continue.”

Mark rolled his eyes as if he was barely affected by the words, “Yeah? Well, I guess the brat is your problem now, so good luck,” His words were cold, final.

Amanda let out a sharp breath, her face twisted with something between disgust and pity, “You don’t even realise what you’ve lost.”

Leah’s jaw tightened, her hands instinctively cradling her small bump as if shielding her unborn child from the poison dripping from Mark’s words. She wanted to scream at him, to make him see what he was throwing away, but Jordan tugged at her again–a reminder that nothing else could be said that would change the man in front of them.

Turning away from Mark, Leah relented as her expression softened when she looked at yu, but the fire in her eyes never dimmed, “Let’s just go.”

“Come on, little one,” Jordan protectively wrapped her arm around you as she began to guide you out of the house, “Let’s get you out of here, let’s get you back home.”

As they gathered your remaining belongings, Amanda’s voice cut through the tension one last time, “Don’t think for a second you’ve gotten away with this. Social services will know everything. You’ll regret laying a hand on my granddaughter.”

Mark had the nerve to roll his eyes, waving them off like they were nothing but an inconvenience, “Yeah, yeah. Just get out, will you?”

“We’ll see you in court!” Leah’s eyes flashed with anger, but they disappeared the moment she turned to look at you, “I know this won’t be easy for you to adjust to, Monkey, but you’re not alone now, okay. We’re here, and we’re not going anywhere. You’re safe. I promise. You’re safe here with us now.”

Jordan nodded in agreement, giving you a small encouraging smile, “Le’s right, little one. We’ve got you,” She told you gently, “Whatever you need. Whenever you need us. We’re here.”

And from there on, you were about to gain the family that you’d always deserved. Two homes became one again. Your real home–with Leah and Jordan, and everyone who cared enough to stand up and fight for you, even when the world had given up.

Because this time, they weren’t going anywhere.

#monkey #double the trouble fic #leah williamson x reader #jordan nobbs x reader #woso x reader #woso one shot #scribblesofagoonerr #woso fanfics #woso imagine #alex scott x reader #kelly smith x reader #awfc x reader

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punksocks · 2 years ago

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Astrology Observations No.26

(Just based on my opinions, only take what resonates)

-Aquarius mars can denote a career around trends, tech, and social media. It can also denote your career taking off during times of social progress or spearheading social progress. (John Boyega’s career took off when he became the face of a much more diverse Star Wars, and a lot of his most celebrated roles have a social consciousness to them, pretty great if I do say so myself)

-Virgo venus gets the reputation of being picky in relationships (and they are) but I feel like Sagittarius Venus can be more fickle. Virgo Venus natives have a set of standards and attributes they’re looking for, but Sagittarius Venus natives will put you on a pedestal then knock you off of it when you do something they don’t like.

-Underdeveloped Gemini Venus will ghost you in the middle of a crisis (man Pisces Venus too, but they may feel bad about it lol)

-When it comes to a sense of justice, I feel as though (developed) Scorpio moons give everyone a run for their money

-I feel like Aquarius in big 3 (sun, moon, rising) can often find themselves being forced to be humanitarian/being made to work toward the greater good in some situations (to lend others money, to take care of friends/family, to befriend someone lonely, etc.) I feel like these placements often can be forced to give more of themselves than they are comfortable with (developed ones will often find a great sense of joy in connecting with others through care though)

-On the other hand I feel like Leo in the big 3 can find themselves being forced to pay attention to themselves/become the center of attention (elevated at a job for their hard work, given unexpected attention for a talent, etc.) With Leo placements I notice that in their home life or childhood they may not receive the attention they need, but early on they get attention from outsiders. So they end up going through this arch of getting more comfortable with their sense of self and being in the spotlight.

-Aries placements can often be the first in their family to do something (go to college, start a business, etc) without more long term oriented placements things like businesses may not last though

-Virgo/Gemini/3rd/6th house placements and having an absolute weakness for stationary lol (I have a 3rd house Stellium and I have to force myself not to buy a sketchbook or notebook every time I’m out, with a 40% success rate lol)

-I always expect Libra placements (especially sun/Asc/Venus/mars) to have a very blonde/fair/delicate features naturally but a lot of Libras have this gothic look, like raven hair ivory skin classic beauty (and a lot of PoC I follow with Libra placements can be much darker skinned, which is also a beautifully classic look)

-I think Jupiter and Saturn count towards your personality, but since they’re slower moving planets I view them as the bridge between the asc/sun/moon/mercury/Venus/mars placements that really directly define your personality and the generational planets that show up in traits across people in your age range (but effect everyone differently because of house placements and aspects)

-Do a lot of people get sick during Scorpio season? Or is it just me ?? (During the last week of Scorpio season like 6 people I knew got sick at the same time and I had a medical thing, wtf it’s uncanny)

-I think Neptune in Capricorn is a big reason that depression became such a focal point for younger millennials and elder gen z- well that and late stage capitalism but yknow. (Capricorns being prone to depression, and Neptune ruling over mental illness)

-You may show more of the traits of the sign in your 12th house when inebriated (like sun in 12th may be more outgoing when they drink, moon in 12th may be more introverted/emotional, mercury in 12th may be more chatty and inquisitive, Venus in 12th may be more charming/romantic, mars in 12th may be more aggressive/antagonistic/s*xual)

-Mars in 12th/Pisces mars may find that unresolved tension sits on their subconscious and makes it hard for them to do other tasks

-Cancer over the houses can show where you feel at home (cancer in the 4th is super loyal to their family/mother, cancer in the 7th means you feel at home with a nurturing partner, cancer in the 9th means you feel at home abroad and traveling and with other communities or with religion, cancer in 11th means you feel super at home with your friends.)

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planet-hwa · 4 months ago

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BAD BOY FACADE CHAPTER 1 — 산

. . . ⇢ series masterlist word count 4.3k

warnings hierarchy systems, mentioned poverty, mentioned smoking and drinking, mentioned adultery?, gang affiliations, past friendship breakups, nicknames/pet names, swearing, mentions of anxiety — featuring woosang

❝ no one tried to read my eyes, no one but you, wish it weren't true ❞ 🎧 now playing no one noticed ; the marias

The town Mountain View was split, two sides of one coin: the Northside and the Southside.

When you walked through the Northside, the buildings screamed money, all the brick houses were the standard two stories with white picket fences protecting the front yards, a vegetable patch on one side and a swing set or monkey bars on the other. Housewives on their daily power walks with their french bulldogs on leash, the dog bags not being the only plastic they carried on their bodies. Bentleys and Rolls-royces parked in driveways and along the streets, a blinding shine coat on the body and one of those stick-figure family stickers on the back windows. Husbands returning from their high-paid office jobs decked with suits, briefcases and enlarged egos — all aiming to outclass one another with their yearly salaries and perfect families (at least, a facade of a perfect family). Students with their A+ grades and their private school uniforms, all hiding a social-shattering secret from their parents — whether that be cheating classes, smoking weed or fucking the neighbour’s mum when they’d go clean their pool.

All of it was like a page torn out of a high-end magazine or a scene cut from gossip girl.

But when you cross the tracks to the Southside, everything darkens.

Compared to the Northside, the Southside looked like utter trash. Multiple abandoned buildings that were now overrun by unfortunate homeless people, the only two shops being open was a small milk bar and an actual bar where all the residents drank themselves further into depression. There were few full houses, all of them practically crumbling to the step, but many caravans and trucks throughout the large self-made caravan park. Instead of cars through the streets, it was motorbikes owned by the strong-build, tattooed biker gang members: all of them wearing the same leather jackets that read ‘The Black Pirates’ with their logo on the back. Though the community was smaller, it was stronger than the Northside. Everyone had struggles and no one ever considered themselves to be superior to someone else.

The town was glued-stuck in a hierarchical system: rich vs poor, clean vs dirty, scholar vs drug addict. Each side was set to despise each other, the only one seeming to be somewhat in the middle being the mayor of the town, always attempting to keep the peace between each side.

So when the news broke that the Southside High School suddenly burst into flames over summer, the placements of the students turned the town into a frenzy. Parents of the Southside students worried that the lack of a school building will increase their kids chances of an, already, shitty education. And the Northside parents biggest worry was having the new students be put into the private school (not like they could afford it), and cause havoc and distractions on their perfect children’s education. The moment the mayor put out a statement saying ‘all junior students will be sent to Greenfield High School in the next town over, and all senior students will be sent to Mountain View Academy’, parents threatened to remove their students from the school and even leave the town for good.

And some people actually did because they believed themselves to be so above the “southside scum”. In reality, we all bleed the same colour even if the Northsiders claimed they bled gold.

Everyone expected the worst from the new students, but were they really that bad or just completely misunderstood?

Only one way to find out.

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“I can’t believe they’re coming to our school!” Yeosang huffed through the phone, falling back onto his bed and watching you on the screen as you speedrun the holiday homework that was left for the last minute: a stressful habit that occurred every school break. “AND they get to go here with no school fees at all! It’s completely unfair to us, why do we have to pay?”

“Our parents pay, not us.” You chuckled, a dramatic offended gasp leaving him as his hand clutched his chest like he was suffering a heart attack. Your best friend was a very dramatic person, overly dramatic some might say but it was one of your favourite things about him.

“Are you sure you aren’t just scared that you’re gonna see Wooyou-”

“Hey!” Yeosang shouted, causing you to slightly jump at the abrupt loudness. “I thought we agreed to never say that name or talk about that person again.”

The mood change within him was instant, memories of his past friendships flooded into his brain as he was reminded that tomorrow, they’d see each other again after all these years — possibly even be in the same homeroom. You felt bad for bringing it up but unfortunately for him, it was necessary.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised in a whisper, a small sense of guilt climbing over you. “But really, how are you feeling about seeing… him… again?”

Yeosang’s eyes avoided the screen, moving around his bedroom and claiming new interests in the walls and roof.

“I-I’m fine.” He stuttered, his voice cracking slightly before his eyes met yours. “I’ll be fine.”

But that was a lie.

In reality, he was terrified to see his ex best friend once more. The friendship that was held strong between them since they were seven years old, their parents struggling to separate them at the end of school days and most ending in a sleepover at the other's house. The friendship that followed its way into high school, even after Wooyoung moved in the second year, they still managed to see each other every single day. The friendship that Wooyoung ruined the moment he joined The Black Pirates and started committing petty crimes and snorting any sort of substance he came across.

Yeosang tried his hardest to help him, desperately wanting to save him from early death, but Wooyoung countered it with harmful words and even more harmful punches. It was that day that Yeosang vowed to himself to never talk to Wooyoung again.

He still remembers the last fight as if it were yesterday and not four years ago.

“Youngie, please! You can’t keep doing this to yourself, it’s destroying you!” Yeosang pleaded, the tight grasp on Wooyoung’s hands trying to hold him back from leaving. “Please, I can help you.”

“I don’t need help!” Wooyoung yelled, yanking his hands away from Yeosang. He ran his fingers through his hair, gripping tightly at the roots before dropping his arms to his sides.

Yeosang stared at him in disbelief, never seeing this side of aggression from his best friend before, and it was terrifying. The redness of Wooyoung’s face, especially around the eyes and nose was the only hint towards him that this was not his normal self-

“Are you kidding me…” Wooyoung moved his heavy eyes to Yeosang, his friend’s face masked with grief and sadness and his eyes glossed over with tears that threatened to spill. “You’re high right now, aren’t you?”

“Fuck off.” Wooyoung scoffed, a subtle yet very telling swipe of his nose indicating that, yes, he was in fact high. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Wooyoung, please-”

“No! I’m so sick of this shit Yeosang!” Wooyoung shouted, stepping forwards as Yeosang backed himself into the wall, his frame blocking him in. “Ever since I joined The Black Pirates you’ve been so fucking annoying about it, saying I’ll get hurt or killed but look, I’m completely fine! Why can’t you just be fucking happy for me that I fit in somewhere?”

“Because you’re not fine!” Yeosang uses the strength over Wooyoung to push him harshly away, his feet losing balance and almost toppling over himself. It was so obvious that he was not Wooyoung, not really. “I know you’re not, I know you better than anyone!”

That ticked something in Wooyoung’s brain. Whether it was the words that came out of his best friend’s mouth or the drugs that penetrated his system and pressed hard on the anger inside him, something clicked.

Wooyoung lunged forward with a tight flying fist, planting a harsh punch to the side of Yeosang’s face. His body fell harshly to the ground, the pinch of pain instantly clouding his eye and preparing to leave a purple bruise. He glared down at his teary eyed friend, wincing as his hand softly grazed the affected area — but Wooyoung wasn’t done.

He climbed atop Yeosang’s body, his weight now holding him down as he began setting punch after punch onto his face. The strikes were agonising, not because of the contact but because of the person initiating it. Tears streamed down Yeosang’s puffed cheeks, burning the sensitive skin and being spread around by Wooyoung’s fist. He cried out desperately for him to stop, but Wooyoung’s ears were blocked by fury, smoke practically steamed out of them.

“Youngie- Please, it hurts!” Yeosang begged, his voice croaking from the heavy emotions between them. “P-please, stop!”

With one last blow to his jawline, Wooyoung finally ceased his aggressive motions, breath heaving above Yeosang as he covered his face with his hands and wiped away his tears. Wooyoung stood up and scowled down at the boy, a clob of spit flying from his mouth and landing on Yeosang’s chest.

His heart broke into a million pieces when he heard Wooyoung’s final words. “You don’t know me at all.”

And a few days later, you had been partnered with him for a school project and haven’t been able to get rid of him since.

Actually, he hasn’t been able to get rid of you.

You had never gotten the displeasure of meeting Wooyoung he who shall not be named, only hearing the stories and seeing a few photos, but you didn’t like him. Not one bit. Not after seeing the effects he left on your best friend, both the physical evidence and the emotional. Though he was a bit dramatic, Yeosang was one of, if not, the sweetest person you knew. So knowing that someone could hurt him so bad, someone so close to him as well — it didn’t sit right with you. I mean, who could hurt a person as pure as the driven snow, a man with not a single bad bone in his body.

“So, what homeroom are you in?” Yeosang asked, swiftly trying to change the topic.

“Uhh… I think I’m in Homeroom 710-”

“Nooo!” He whined, the fake tears beginning to fall but you just laughed. “I’m in Homeroom 715, this is a scam.”

Yeosang began to fake cry once more, quickly stopping and looking at the phone screen to make sure you were watching him before continuing. All you could do was laugh at him. He continued to complain about everything coming up tomorrow whilst you finished off the last few lines of your homework. You will never understand the concept of homework, why are we learning stuff at home when we’re meant to learn it at school?

You weren’t the best school academically but you were all of the teacher’s favourites purely based on your kindness and helpfulness within the classes, you were always the person to be put with the new students and be their guide for the day. There was a worry in the back of your mind that you would be chosen, once again, to show the new students around. And you were okay with that, frankly you didn’t care about all the new students and the possibility of them “ruining the education of the good ones”. Your family was rich but they were one of the few who were snobby rich, and you were taught to never judge a book by its cover.

But imagine if you had to be the guide for the school for your best friend’s enemy, that'd be the biggest betrayal to his moral loyalty, even if the choice wasn’t yours.

Once you finished the final dot, you packed up all your school supplies into your bag, sitting it next to your laid out uniform; which you only did so you could be more prepared in the morning so you could sleep in and avoid going to school for as long as possible.

“Anyways, I better go to bed.” Yeosang sighed, already snuggling himself into the duvet. “Gotta get my beauty sleep.”

“Yeah sure… I’ll see you tomorrow,” You scoffed and climbed into your own bed, plugging your phone into the charger quickly: it had been sitting on 3% for about an hour. “And you know, you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Referring to your previous conversation, you could see the hurt on Yeosang’s face when it was brought up, almost feeling it through the phone. He was never good with confrontation, always let things go because he was too afraid to speak up. And the one time he did speak up, he got multiple hits to the face so it didn’t leave the best impression. He simply nodded before saying goodbye and hanging up-

“WAIT! Did you hear about-”

The call didn’t end until 2am.

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Waking up the next morning, you already dreaded the pressures that the final year of school was gonna put on you. With the extra homework, more intense classes, mid-year and end-of-year exams, college applications — not to mention the constant questions from adults around you about what you’ll do once you’ve finished school, since you have to have your entire life planned and prepared the moment you enter the real world. If the “real world” was the one you entered once you finished school, then what world was the one you lived in for the past 18 years?

You shook the thoughts out of your head, promising to yourself that you wouldn’t start to overthink them. Quickly throwing on your uniform, the white button up covered by the navy blue and maroon school colours of your blazer and plaid skirt, a neat tie placed under the colour.

The perfect private school look, worn by many perfectly imperfect teenagers.

“Morning pumpkin, breakfast is on the table.” Your mum joyfully smiled as you came down the stairs. Your father hurriedly packed up the last of his things into the briefcase before kissing the both of you on your cheeks and heading off to run his company.

“Do you need a ride to school this morning?”

“No it’s okay,” You say before sitting at the table and sipping on your tea. “Yeosang is picking me up.”

“Didn’t he crash his car because he got distracted by a squirrel on the side of the road?” She asked with a small raise of the eyebrow.

“Yeah… he’s still a good driver though?” You answered, slight uncertainty turning the statement more into a question. “I think…”

Your mother chuckled lightly before sitting next to you with her toast and coffee. The toast crunched under your bite, crispy crumbs falling on your neat blazer before being swatted off by your mother’s hand.

Though your family was part of the more fortunate side of town, you were the most humble of them all. Unlike the other mothers who let their husbands provide for them and were content with being housewives, your mother worked from home for your father’s company, reading over and sorting out papers her husband would bring home. He would always rely and trust the opinion of her rather than any corporate douche who was only in it for the pay rather than the impact. Your family also still loved each other, though divorce was unusual in the community: a loveless marriage was not.

Before any of the usual morning conversation could start, loud booming music could be heard outside with a few knocks to the door. Pulling your bag over your shoulder and bidding your mother farewell, you opened the door and was greeted with your brightly smiling best friend.

“Have a nice day, angels!” Your mum shouted before you both left and got into his, newly repaired, car.

“Isn’t she beautiful again!” Yeosang exclaimed, gesturing his hands around the car, the familiar dented bumper no longer visible and covered over with a shimmering new coat.

“Yeah, make sure no rogue ants distract you.” You joked landing yourself a small punch to your arm, which you returned to him slightly harder.

“To be fair, that squirrel was climbing the tree backwards,” He justified, turning the key and pulling at the handbrake before moving off down the road. “Who wouldn’t look at that?”

The car ride was short yet jovial, the playlist cued with your favourite songs and the carpool karaoke blocking out all current worries, and any noise from outside. Turning down the side street, the large school building finally came into view. Built tall with bricks, both a muddy red and a softer cream colour, large arch windows placed symmetrically along each wall. The grand staircase that led up to an arched entrance, young and new students already filing into the building to be earliest to class. A clean walkway tracing around the courtyard, soft cherry blossom trees outlining the path and sitting atop freshly cut grass.

Yeosang pulled into the student car park, directly into his specially designed spot that all year 12s painted at the end of last year. One bump to the curb and a small ‘oopsies’ from Yeosang and you were ready to leave the car. Closing the door, you looked up at the excessively large building, it still felt as intimidating as your first day. The sudden reminder that the school year has officially started finally kicked in, along with the anxiety.

“Ready to enter hell?” Yeosang’s sarcastic voice pulled you out of your thoughts, quickly nodding before linking arms and wandering up the path and towards the entrance.

The courtyard was laced with students, all the older ones hugging and catching up on their holidays to Bali or Fiji, multiple white girls with low-key cultural appropriated braids and beads in their hair. New students being hurried along by their parents to meet up with the teachers that were scattered around, all desperate to get their kid ahead by offering up different types of fruits or souvenirs.

You continued to walk through the courtyard and finally up the grand concrete stairs before Yeosang stopped and pulled at your arm lightly. Looking up at him, you saw the discomfort in his expression before following his eyes to meet a group of students being lectured by the principal. Scanning through the crowd, you recognised none of the students, all of them being the new transfers from the southside.

Finally, your eyes met where Yeosang’s stare sat, a group of four boys huddled out of the way and seeming to not pay much attention and all owning the same thing: a black leather jacket with a large patch on the back. A skull with a pirate hat sitting in front of a sword that had ropes tied around it, the words ‘The Black Pirates’ sewn above it in a banner style — each jacket having a different name written underneath.

One boy was tall, extremely tall and had a strong build yet a soft face, short dark brown hair with a few blonde streaks in it. The boy stood next to him slightly shorter yet with a larger build, as if his muscles had muscles, his face as serious as a heart attack. Then your eyes fell on a familiar face, though you had never met him before, he looks exactly like his instagram photos. Wooyoung; he who shall not be named; your best friend’s ex friend and your designated enemy. He was the shortest of the four, a cocky smirk and rolled eyes were masking his face as the principal spoke. His hair was cut into a mullet style, the underneath dyed blonde, the hairstyle he hadn’t changed since he and Yeosang were friends — the hairstyle Yeosang suggested for him, but only they knew that.

And the final boy, the most relaxed and comfortable looking of them all, and also the most handsome. All his facial features were sharp and created with extreme precision; his jawline as sharp as knives, and his eyes held a piercing gaze for anyone who looked his way. His broad shoulders lent up against the wall and his arms crossed, obvious muscular biceps pushing through the leather sleeves. His hair was jet black with a few strands falling over his face perfectly shaping his cheekbones.

Before you could stop staring, his eyes met yours before glancing over your body and back up. He shot a wink in your direction as he followed the principal’s group through the school doors. Unusual butterflies began to flourish in your stomach at the interaction, but pushing the feelings and thoughts aside quickly and focusing back on Yeosang.

“Hey, are you okay?” A worried look appeared on your face as you watched his thoughts fly around in his head, noticing the glassiness of his eyes as they met yours.

“Y-yeah, I just…” He blinked away any reminiscence of possible grief, not wanting to show the effects that one glance at he who shall not be named does to him. “I didn’t expect to see him straight away.”

You squeezed his arm gently before nodding your head to go inside. He wiped over his face before sending you a soft smile and following your lead through the doors, where once inside, Wooyoung and his friends were nowhere to be seen — for now.

From students organising lockers to the ones standing and chatting in the middle of the hall, you trudged your way through until returning to your locker, Yeosang’s located just a few away from you. Swirling the lock left then right to the numbers of your code, it clicked open and the dreaded textbooks stared back at you. On the door was two clipped polaroids: one of you and Yeosang from his sixteenth birthday party, and the other of you and-

The feeling of long arms slithering around your waist caused you to jolt backwards, your back being met with a strong chest. Spinning around in the arms, you looked up at your giggling boyfriend before he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. The familiar warmth made you melt into his embrace as he pulled away.

“Hey baby, did you miss me?” He smirked and cocked an eyebrow, quickly dropping his arms from your waist and leaning against the open locker door, a move he’d pull on you to tower his large frame over you.

“Yunho, why didn’t you tell me you got back?” You smiled softly, love filling your eyes as you watched his wander around the familiar halls before meeting yours once more. “And of course I missed you.”

“I only got back yesterday, and I was too jet lagged and fell asleep before I could text you.”

“It’s okay, we can talk about your amazing summer in Europe at lunch.” Reaching up for another kiss, the ring of the first bell cut you short.

Hastily gathering your books and shutting your locker, you waved to Yeosang as he walked in the opposite direction before following Yunho into the classroom, thankfully sharing a homeroom together. As you walked in, your homeroom teacher mentioned that this year was assigned seating to reduce distractions of sitting next to friends — seriously, are we twelve?

Tracing your finger along the drawn setup, you found your seat number, your name and your partner’s name. The name didn’t sound familiar to you, automatically recognising that you were seated next to a new student, most likely a southside one. Of course. Since you hadn’t been assigned to give any tour guides, of course they would still place a new student with you. But you had an open mind, the only thing worrying you was it being a guy who sat next to you with your boyfriend being an easily jealous person. It took him so long to understand that Yeosang and you were just friends, and had never been or never would be anything more. You even ignored the fact that Yunho was sitting next to his best friend, a girl who was desperately in love with him and who he had left you to help multiple times.

The second bell rang through the school, the majority of students now seated with books open in front of them. Your homeroom teacher, Mrs Waltz, began to read off the attendance followed by ‘here’ and ‘present’ of student voices. The sudden sound of the door opening interrupted her flow, the principal’s head poking in before fully entering.

“Sorry to interrupt Mrs Waltz, I just wanted to make sure all the newer students made it to all their classes." Mr Kim stated, moving over slightly to gesture the few new students in, though you weren’t paying much attention and were distracted by jotting down the start of your notes.

“Of course,” She smiled, pointing to her drawn up seating chart. “Your seats are written up on the wall here.”

“Everyone, please be welcoming.” Mr Kim lectured before leaving and returning to his office.

The rustling of southside footsteps mixed with the judgemental whispers of northside students filtered the classroom, Mrs Waltz quickly continuing her lessons. Too invested in your notes, you didn’t notice the figure that plopped down in the seat beside you. You glanced back at Yunho who had a small scowl on his face, more aimed at the person next to you, but returning him with a small understanding smile.

The person behind him caught your attention as you recognised the oreo coloured hair to be Wooyoung’s. You were annoyed that he was in your homeroom, but also filled with gratitude that he wasn’t in Yeosang’s, losing the ability to belittle and distract him. Accidentally ignoring the person next to you, a throat clearing cough brought your attention to him.

“Hey princess, do you have a pencil?”

. . . ⇢ next chapter

author's note it's finally here! the first chapter of the series, i hope you all enjoy it! i know that it's kind of short and there was actually very little mention of san in this but this was more of a prologue to the series, he'll have heavy features in the rest of the series... obviously. REMINDER: i am from australia so the spelling of some words may not be the correct spelling for you but they are for me >.<

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