#jen requests

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“A lovely Borgia wife. That is what she will always be. A poisoned gift. Too difficult and too dangerous for any man.” — Sarah Dunant (Blood & Beauty)

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don't want you like a best friend II Steph Catley x Reader

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it's coffee time (group chat)

Steph

girls !!!

Jen

what's up, Stephy? It must be late where you're mate.

Beth

don’t write girls and let us wait!

Steph

I need to confess something.

Beth

tell us!!!

Steph

my best friend is gorgeous.

Beth

that was all? Wow, what a let-down 🥱              

Steph

I think I'm in love with her.

Jen

you’re messing with us. You’re not serious, right?

RIGHT?

Beth

that must be a joke.

Steph

no, I'm serious.

Jen

are you absolutely sure about your feelings for her?

The next day

Steph

girls, I obviously meant it platonically. Sorry, I was a bit tipsy last night😅

Jen

drunk people and children always tell the truth.

Beth

you two should talk about this.                          

Steph

we're on vacation.

Jen

yeah, perfect opportunity for it

Ever since your started playing for the Matildas youth teams, you and Steph had been best friends. You were roommates at every game, you were the first person that got to meet Calvin when he was still a puppy and of course, the two of you would go on vacation together to switch off from the stress of football.

This year, Steph had booked a beautiful hotel with a huge pool for the two of you. Your room overlooked the ocean, and you were completely in awe when you first walked in.

In fact, you still were mesmerized by the beautiful view a few days later when you got ready to go down to the pool. You pulled an oversized shirt over your bikini and turned towards Steph who sat on her bed, frantically typing on her phone.

“Come on, Steph. Time to go down to the pool, the weather is perfect.“

“I’m coming in a sec.“, she said, her gaze still on her phone.

You gathered your stuff for the pool, throwing a towel over your shoulder: “Okay.“

Steph finished typing and turned off her phone: “I’m ready.“

“Perfect. Let’s go.“, you smiled as the two of you made your way to the pool.

It was still empty, the blue water glimmered temptingly in the midday sun, inviting you in. You dropped all your stuff on a deckchair and without hesitation jumped in.

Steph stared at you in surprise as you emerged back to the surface. You grinned at her, pushing your wet hair back. She looked so shocked, she must have missed that you had just jumped in.

She shook her head in disbelief but a smile softened her features.

“Is it cold?“, she asked?

“No, very refreshing.“, you laughed, splashing some water into her direction.

She quickly pulled her feet back to avoid getting wet.

“Maybe I’ll come in too.“

“You should!“

Steph got up from her deckchair and in contrast to you, used the ladder to get into the pool. Halfway in, the cold water hit her calves and with a shriek, she climbed back out.

You immediately burst into laughter. One of the toughest players that you knew and she still couldn’t handle cold water.

“You’re such a liar!“, Steph yelled and gave you reproachful look.

“Sorry but your face was so worth it.“, you wheezed.

“Hate you.“, she pouted jokingly.

“No, you don’t.“, you smiled, pushing yourself out of the pool.

She shook her head: “No, I don’t.“

“See.“, you grinned as you walked over to her, your arms outstretched and dripping water on the concrete.

Steph cursed under her breath as you pulled her into a very wet hug: “Ew, you’re dripping water everywhere!“

“Sorry not sorry.“

She rolled her eyes with fondness and moved her clothes in a pile from the deckchair so it wouldn’t get wet: “You’re so annoying.“

“Excuse me? I’m not as annoying as Kyra.“, you laughed and sat down next to her.

“No one’s as annoying as that little pest.”, Steph countered. Even in her pretended annoyance her love for the younger teammate shimmered through. They really were like mother and daughter sometimes.

“You love her too though.”, you smiled at her before your face turned serious.

After a pause you changed the topic. “Can we talk about last night?”

“You mean when I almost kissed you?”, she asked cautiously in return.

“Yes.”, you nodded slowly.

Not looking into your eyes, your best friend glanced at her fingernails instead.

“That was dumb.”, Steph muttered under her breath.

“Best friends don’t do that.”, you remarked calmly.

“I told you; it was nothing.”, the defender insisted fiercely.

“What if..”, you started carefully but were immediately interrupted by your friend.

“What if what? Is this one of those but what if we kissed as a joke things?”, she huffed.

“No, I’d never joke about such things.”, you stated firmly.

“Wait? What are you trying to say?”, Steph gave you a look you couldn’t quite interpret.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”, you mumbled.

“That’s why you didn’t kiss me last night? That’s why you pulled back when I tried to kiss you?”, your friend pressed on, biting her lip anxiously.

“Yes and call me old school but you were tipsy and I didn’t want you to regret it.”, you smiled weakly.

“I.. that’s very sweet of you.”, she replied softly.

“But would you like to kiss me?”, you asked her, your heart pounding hard against your chest. It was a question which potentially could change your friendship forever.

“I think I do.”, Steph admitted, putting a loose hair string back behind her ear.

“Me too.”, you confessed nervously.

“You do?”, she glanced at you surprised.

“Yes.”, you confirmed, sounding sincere.

“I guess we should then.”, your best friend grinned shily.

“I agree.” You could hear her stomach growl, so you quickly added with a smirk on your lips. “Maybe we should have dinner first.”  

“Please.”, Steph answered while you walked hand in hand to the restaurant inside the hotel.

“That was so delicious, and the dessert was perfect.”, you sighed happily, once you both had finished your dinner.

“Agreed, it was really good.”, the defender said.

“Can I?”, you have begun almost timidly. The anticipation for the first real kiss has risen for you two over the course of the three courses meal, it was nearly unbearable. You were so hungry for the touch of your friends soft and sweet lips. Waiting for her reply.

“Yes.“, Steph said quietly.

That was all it needed, you leaned forward and kissed her gently and carefully. You pulled away after a few seconds, searching for any hint in your best friends face. “And? What do you think?“

Steph bit her lip with a smile, her eyes sparkling in excitement: “Can I try again?“

“Please.“, you laughed. This time you let her initiate the kiss.

Stephs lips found yours with impatience and a sense of urgency. This kiss lasted longer, it was more passionate.

“I like it!“, Steph decided as she ended the kiss abruptly.

“I like it too.“, you grinned.

You noticed that she was still staring at your lips.

“I never kissed anyone that tastes so good.“, she admitted.

You couldn’t help yourself, you had to reference the Matildas’ iconic warm up song which was also Stephs favourite song of all time: “Strawberry kisses.“

“Nothing’s as sweet, the taste still drives me crazy.“, she sang the lyrics.

“Such a good song, I hope we’ll hear it at the Olympics.“

Steph looked at you like you had gone crazy for a moment: “Of course we will!“

You grinned at her: “Of course. You’ll play it.“

“Exactly.“, she confirmed, lost in thoughts while her fingertips reached for yours.

This year’s vacation must have been your favourite so far. There were many more kisses after your very first one, slow mornings in the hotel bed and lazy touches in the afternoon sun.

The memories of your holidays followed you to the Matildas training camp a few days later.

As usual, you arrived with Steph. Only this time, there was more between you than just friendship.

You felt like you were constantly grinning, like all your teammates would know immediately by just looking at you.

But there was no time to greet the other player as you were knocked off balance by Kyra who pulled you and Steph into a hug: “Missed my mums!“

You frowned at her but laughed: “Mini is over there. She is your mum.“

You pointed towards Katrina with Harper sitting in her lap.

Kyra rolled her eyes: “Yes, but…“

She didn’t have to finish her sentence, you understood.

“She’s busy with her two small children?“

“Yeah.“, Kyra pouted playfully.

Steph gently stroked the younger players hair: “Poor pest.“

You met Stephs gaze with a grin and shrugged: “I guess it’s our turn to babysit, babe.“

“Babe?!“, Kyra and Caitlin both echoed simultaneously.

Kyra pulled out of the hug to study the two of you with excited, curious eyes while Caitlins face was pure bewilderment.

Steph bit her lip and reached for your hand: “I don’t think I have to explain this, right?“

“Yes, you do!“, Caitlin disagreed, impatient to get the full story.

“It just happened.“, Steph offered her short version of events which earned her an eye roll from Caitlin.

“So, you two are not only best friends but girlfriends now?!”, Kyra gasped dramatically.

“Yes. She’s, my girlfriend.”, your lover confirmed, smiling proudly at you.

“Wow, that’s amazing.”, Caitlin yelled excitedly.

“Thanks, Caitlin.”, you gave her a grateful smile.

“So that happens when two best friends go on a vacation together.”, Mackenzie commented with a huge grin on her lips.

“More like when two people who had a crush on each other for years go on a vacation together.”, you corrected her.

“And who were too afraid to ruin such an old friendship.”, Steph added, looking at you lovingly.

“My favourite idiots in love.”, Alanna sighed, moved.

“Lani, we’re not idiots.”, you protested smirking.

“You’re a bit.”, the Portland Thorns goalkeeper disagreed amused, referring to for how long it took the two of you to realize that you don't want each other like best friends.There always have been something more than friendship and your teammates saw that all along.

“But only a bit.”, you replied.

“As long as you finally figured it out.”, Caitlin intervened soothingly.

“That’s so cute but can we all get ready for training now.”, Tony Gustavsson requested smiling.

“Ugh, Tony.”, the youngest Arsenal player groaned.

While the training begun you thought to yourself that were was nothing better than to be on that football journey together with your friends and the love of your life.

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After Hours (NSFW)

Pairing: Jennifer Barkley x Reader

Summary: After a long, draining day, Jen Barkley is left feeling unusually exhausted, but a quiet night at home provides the perfect opportunity for you to step in and offer some much-needed relief.

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You give her a massage as an excuse to undress her, which leads to you fucking her, which results in her fucking you.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, switch Jen, switch reader, spitting, alcohol, fingering (both recv), oral (J recv), passing mention of overstimulation

Words: 2.1k

A/N: Writing for a new character so I decided to switch up my style a bit and write in the past tense, I usually do present tense for reader insert because I like to imagine it's happening as I write but that's just me 🤷. Read the request

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The hum of the city’s nightlife filtered through the open windows of Jen Barkley’s lavish home, the faint glow of lights casting restless patterns on the walls. Jen was perched on the edge of her couch, legs crossed, a glass of wine dangling loosely in one hand. Her phone buzzed relentlessly on the coffee table, but for once, she ignored it, staring at the floor as though the weight of the day had finally caught up to her.

You watched her from the doorway, noting the tight line of her shoulders and the way her usually sharp eyes seemed dulled. “Tough day?” you asked softly, stepping into the room.

“Darling, if it were just tough, I’d be fine,” she quipped, but there was no spark behind her words. She glanced at you, her lips curving into a faint smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "It’s been a soul-sucker," she sighed before rolling her shoulders and giving you a grin. "But I suppose if I drink enough of that wine, I’ll forget all about it.”

“Maybe you should let me help,” you said, crossing to her and plucking the wine glass from her hand. She arched a brow but didn’t protest as you set it aside. “Come on.”

She let you pull her to her feet, following as you led her to the bedroom. The city’s glow seeped through the curtains, painting the room in a soft haze of blues and golds. Jen sank onto the edge of the bed, watching you with a mixture of curiosity and exhaustion.

“What exactly are you up to?” she asked, her voice low, tinged with amusement.

“Just relax,” you murmured, slotting in behind her. Your hands slid onto her shoulders, firm but gentle as you began to work at the knots you could feel beneath the fabric of her blouse. She tensed at first, but as your thumbs pressed into a particularly tight spot, a soft sigh escaped her lips.

“You might be onto something,” she admitted, her head falling forward slightly. “Keep going.”

You smiled, your hands moving with more confidence now, tracing the elegant line of her neck and shoulders, then down her back. Her breaths grew slower, deeper, each exhale a release of tension. When your hands slid under her blouse, she didn’t stop you, leaning into your touch instead.

“Jen,” you hummed, leaning closer, your lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Let me take care of you.”

Her laugh was low and rich, and when she tilted her head back to look at you, the spark you’d been missing was there, burning bright. “Alright, sweetheart, I’ll bite. Show me what you’ve got.”

Your response was a teasing smile as you slid her blouse off her shoulders, revealing the smooth skin beneath. Her hands caught your waist, pulling you closer as she shifted to face you fully. The air between you grew charged, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

Her lips met yours in a kiss that was anything but tentative. It was demanding and consuming, her fingers curling into your top as though she couldn’t pull you close enough. You matched her fervour, your hands tangling in her hair, the silky strands slipping through your fingers as the kiss deepened.

Jen’s hands moved with purpose, sliding under your top and tracing the contours of your waist and back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. She tugged the fabric upward, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over your head before claiming your lips again. Her touch was everywhere, her movements precise yet passionate, leaving no doubt about who was in control.

But you weren’t about to let her dominate entirely. Your hands found the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with practiced ease and sliding the straps down her arms. She let out a soft hum of approval, her lips curving into a smirk against your mouth.

“Impressive,” she sighed, her voice husky. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Just waiting for the right moment,” you retort, your lips trailing down her jaw to the delicate curve of her neck. She tilted her head back, giving you access, her breath hitching as your teeth grazed her skin.

Jen’s hands guided you onto the bed, her body pressing against yours, every movement deliberate and intoxicating. With a slow, knowing smirk, she reached for the waistband of her pants, undoing them with practiced ease before sliding them down her legs and kicking them off. You barely had a second to admire the view before she turned her attention to you, her hands skating over your bare torso before dipping lower.

"You're a little overdressed, sweetheart," she mused, hooking her fingers into the waistband of your bottoms and tugging them down in one smooth motion. A pleased hum escaped her lips as she took you in, her gaze raking over every inch of newly exposed skin.

Now, with nothing between you, the heat built rapidly—each touch, each kiss, each whispered word fanning the flames. Your fingers slid along her inner thigh, testing her resolve until she let out a soft growl of frustration.

“You’re such a tease,” she muttered, her nails digging lightly into your hips.

“You love it,” you shot back, your voice breathless. When your lips moved down her body, your tongue tracing over her skin, the tension in her melted into a series of gasps and quiet moans that made you ache with need.

And then she grabbed your hair, pulling your head up so your eyes locked with hers. That spark was back, blazing now. “You’ve got fifteen minutes before I take over,” she said, her tone a challenge, her lips curling into a wicked smirk.

You hesitated only for a fraction of a second before a slow grin spread across your lips. If Jen thought she was setting the terms, she had another thing coming. You were determined to unravel her completely, to leave her too blissed-out to even think about reclaiming control. Your hand crept down between her thighs, fingertips teasing, and the damp heat you found there sent a thrill through you. She was already so worked up, her breath catching as you traced over her centre with slow, torturous precision.

Your fingers circled her clit, barely there at first, just enough to make her hips twitch. A soft, impatient whimper slipped from her lips, her grip on your hair tightening. Emboldened, you pressed more firmly, revelling in the way her body responded to you. Then, without warning, you slid down between her thighs, replacing your fingers with the hot press of your tongue, dragging slow, deliberate circles over her sensitive bundle of nerves. The sharp gasp she let out sent a pulse of satisfaction straight through you.

Her thighs trembled around your head as you worked her with practiced ease, the rhythm of your tongue relentless, coaxing her closer and closer to the edge. When you finally slipped two fingers inside her, curling just right, her head fell back against the pillows, her mouth falling open in a breathless moan. You could feel her body tightening, could hear the desperate way she gasped your name, and you knew she was getting close.

Gathering her slick arousal, you pulled back just enough to let it collect on your tongue before spitting it back down onto her pussy, the wet sound echoing through the room. The sudden sensation made Jen moan loudly, her hips jerking as you kept your fingers pumping inside her, pressing in a way that made her body clench around you.

Then you sealed your lips around her clit, sucking hard while flicking your tongue rapidly against the swollen bundle of nerves. Jen’s breath hitched, her grip tightening in your hair as her body locked up for a single, agonising second—then she shattered. A sharp cry left her lips as pleasure tore through her, her thighs squeezing around your head and shoulders as wave after wave of release crashed over her. She shivered, her chest rising sharply as her smirk widened, her fingers still tangled in your hair, holding you exactly where she wanted you.

“You’re eager. I like that,” she purred, pulling you back up for a kiss that was anything but gentle. 

You barely had time to catch your breath before she was on you again, her lips devouring yours with renewed hunger. You gasped against her mouth, shocked at how quickly she had recovered, the previous haze of pleasure doing nothing to slow her down. 

She smirked knowingly, as if reading your thoughts. "Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. “I always know what’s coming. That’s why I’m always two steps ahead.”

Her teeth caught your bottom lip, sharp but not cruel, sending a pulse of heat straight through you. Her hands moved with practiced ease, tracing down your body, guiding you with a mixture of firm control and teasing restraint. Whatever dominance you had held moments ago was completely gone—Jen had reclaimed it, and she wielded it effortlessly.

She pushed you back onto the sheets, her fingers trailing between your thighs, finding you soaked and needy. Her laugh was low, indulgent. “So worked up already just from fucking me?” she mused before running two fingers through your slick folds, gathering the evidence of your arousal. Without breaking eye contact, she pulled her hand back and let a slow string of spit drip down between your legs, mixing with the wetness there before spreading it with deliberate, torturous strokes. The sensation made your entire body jolt, a whimper escaping your lips.

“You like that?” she taunted, circling your bud with slow, lazy movements that only made the ache grow worse. “You’re lucky you put me in a good mood.” And then her pace changed—two fingers pushed into you in one fluid motion, curling expertly, her thumb pressing against your clit just right. Her movements were unrelenting and precise, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Let’s go, darling—I don’t have all night.,” she commanded, her voice velvety and firm, sending a shiver down your spine. Her lips trailed hotly along your throat before she bit down lightly at the curve of your shoulder. The sharp contrast of her teeth against your sensitive skin only heightened the pleasure, making your entire body tense beneath her, a guttural moan sounding from the back of your throat.

Her fingers never faltered, pressing deep inside you, dragging you mercilessly toward the edge. Every stroke sent another wave of pleasure rolling through you, your thighs trembling as the tension coiled tighter and tighter in your core. Your breath hitched, a desperate whimper escaping your lips as she sped up.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” She teased, her voice thick with satisfaction, like she was savouring every second. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me feel it.”

The pressure built like a tidal wave, your entire body tightening as if bracing for impact. Every touch, every flick of her wrist, every teasing whisper sent you spiralling closer. And then—

It broke.

Pleasure crashed over you, slamming through your body like a dam bursting, leaving you quivering beneath her. A strangled moan tore from your throat as your hips bucked into her touch, your fingers grasping at the sheets, at her, at anything to ground yourself. Jen didn’t stop—not yet at least. She worked you through your orgasm, drawing out every last aftershock until you were utterly spent, your body shuddering with overstimulation.

Only then did she ease up, a satisfied smirk on her lips as she watched you try to catch your breath. Her hands, once commanding and relentless, softened as she traced lazy patterns across your skin; her touch now featherlight. She pressed a slow, lingering kiss just above your navel, then another just below your ribs, her lips trailing a path up your stomach, over your collarbone, along the line of your jaw, until finally, she captured your lips in a kiss that was almost unbearably tender.

When she finally collapsed beside you, her chest rising and falling in time with yours, the tension that had gripped her earlier was gone, replaced by a languid satisfaction.

“You,” she said, her voice laced with amusement, “are a very dangerous distraction.”

“You needed it,” you replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Jen’s lips curved into a lazy smile. “Don’t think this means you’re off the hook,” she murmured. “I’ll expect a repeat performance.”

You laughed softly. “Anytime, Jen.”

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don't worry guys I didn't forget I'm supposed to write fics and not just post about how much I find older women attractive :P

I kept forgetting this was a Jen fic and not an Agatha fic 😭😭

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The Teenage Rebel Part 2(VivMiedemaXBethMead XTeenReader)

A/N: this Is Part 2/3 of my 300 follower Special. I hope you enjoy it. Had to tweak it a bit in the end to make it work.

Warnings: Teenage drinking, swearing

Summary: you get caught doing something stupid.

You weren't proud of sneaking out. Well actually in that moment you didn't really care. All you thought about was that Party. Your girlfriend was also going. She told her moms she was sleeping at your place. This was quite risky since your parents are friends with one another. But you two were just praying they wouldn't talk to one another about this.

Your moms had thought you just went to bed and knew it was probably the best Idea to let you cool off on your own and let you come to them when you were in a better mood. Or at least until the next morning. Then they for sure would try and talk to you again.

At the Party you and Rain held hands. Standing in a corner, talking to some of your Friends. Having a beer in Hand. Then you danced. And drank some more.

Your moms still unaware that you weren't in your room. That was gonna change soon. Cause there was a knock on the door. When your Mom opened it she was confused to see Katie and Caitlin.

"hi? Did we forgot about a Double Date?" Your Mom asked. Your Mama Walking over, just as surprised and confused.

"No, Rain forgot her adhd meds. And we wanted to bring them over!" Katie explained.

"Rain isn't here!" Viv replied.

"pardon me?" Catilin stated.

"she isn't here. Y/n is grounded..." Your Mom answered.

"oh she is in big trouble! Rain lied to us." Katie said. Your Mom frowned.

"please come inside...." She replied before walking upstairs quickly. "Y/n Joelle Margaret Miedema-Mead! You better open that door now." Your Mom yelled out. Knocking on your door again. But deep down she knew you weren't inside.

"full Name...someone is gonna be grounded until they are at least 30." Katie whispered out.

"yeah just like our daughter!" Caitlin stated. She was clearly angry and upset as well. Your Mom unlocked the door to your room with a spare key.

"pretty sure both Rain and Y/n are at Josies Party!" Beth answered. Walking down the stairs. Looking really angry.

You two were blissfully unaware of the fact that your moms knew about you not being Home and about lying to them. Both of you were quite drunk. Stumbling around in the streets. Trying to walk home without getting caught. But unfortunately a Car parked next to you. The door opened and reveiled a upset looking Steph. Who happens to be the godmother of both you and Rain.

"y/n, Rain... Underage drinking, really?" She asked and sighed softly. Now Jen climbed out of the Car.

"Look Babe, it's our auntie Steph and Jen." Rain happily said she was so drunk she had no idea how bad this actually was. You on the other hand did know but just didn't care.

"let's get you Home!" Jen answered.

"i am not going home! I am on the run!" You explained and hugged a bottle of Beer, which Steph quickly wrestled out of your hands.

"you are not going anywhere but Home!" Steph told you and almost dragged you into the Car. Jen did the same with Rain.

The Drive to your parents House wasn't fun. Your auntie Steph made sure both of you knew how upset she was with you Guys. This was only the beginning of it cause your moms would be even more upset.

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SABRINA CARPENTER Short N' Sweet Tour // Portland

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DAWSON’S CREEK 6.06 Living Dead Girl

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could I request a inquisitor!cal x reader where the reader is a new inquisitor and cal offers to give them extra training and cal tries to flirt and be romantic with them? I feel like this could be kind of cute and have a little good ol tension :)

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summary: after reader joins Cal as an Inquisitor, they discover a new way to deal with the ugly parts of the dark side.

relationship: Inquisitor Cal Kestis x gn!Jedi!reader (turned inq!reader)

warnings: 18+, mention of a spider but as a metaphor, dubious consent but like regarding the force, manipulation, violence and injuries, mentions of death, suicidal ideation of you squint

word count: 4.8k

A/N: “cal tries to flirt and be romantic” you said, and i went “ofc! here’s cal and reader pining over each other, angrily :)” i mainly focused on the good ol’ tension tbh, and i combined it with another inq!cal that many asked a second part for, but i hope i made your request justice nonetheless :’D 

this is a sequel to loth-cat and mouse, so make sure you read that one first!

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(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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After weeks of getting chased from planet to planet, with Cal always one step right behind you, it all comes down to one final encounter. You’re beyond exhausted, your senses completely numb and on fire all at once. You’re barely holding yourself up, not having slept or eaten properly in a concerningly long time. Body, mind and soul; all of you is worn out, and you feel like there’s nothing else you have to give. 

You stand on one side of the abandoned street, surrounded by ruins of a once prospering city, now overtaken by vegetation and little critters that you hear scurrying in a nearby bush. Holding your lightsabre in front of you with both hands, trembling, you square up as you hold Cal’s harsh gaze. 

Standing on the other side of the dusty path, he stands as leisurely as ever, his unignited weapon hangs loosely from one of his hands at his side. He calls your name as he slowly walks towards you.

“Think about everyone who’s wronged you, us!” he taunts you, taking a second after every step to gauge your reaction. “About the clones that turned on us. Our masters who left us behind. The galaxy turning their back on the Jedi. Now they are a threat to the peace brought by the Empire, so in Lord Vader’s name, we have a new purpose, to get rid of them.”

“Do you really believe that Imperial propaganda nonsense?” you ask, taking one step back as he keeps approaching. Your throat is awfully dry.

“I serve Lord Vader,” he says, his free hand extended to point at you. “And when all this is over, you will too. And you’ll thank me for it, for the power you will be able to acquire thanks to the dark side. Power like you’ve never felt.”

In the blink of an eye, his weapon activates with a whirr, the red column painting the surroundings with a crimson hue. Like it’s covered in blood, you think. My blood. Cal charges at you, and you retaliate, your sabres clashing once, twice, then he Force-pushes you backwards. As you stumble to keep your balance, he knocks the weapon out of your hands. Placing one foot behind yours, he grabs you by your shirt and pushes you back, making you fall and hit the ground. For a second, the impact knocks the breath out of your lungs, and you lie underneath him with your mouth open like a fish choking on air. 

Turning off his sabre, Cal kneels down beside you, still holding you down.

“Don’t make me kill you,” he says, strangely amused. “We’ve come this far.”

“I don’t need your pity,” you spit back, pushing yourself off the ground but he holds you down and you grunt. You want to give in so, so badly. But you hold yourself up on your elbows. “Why are you so insistent? Just kill me and get this over with.”

“Pity? Is that what you think is happening here, that I’m trying to save you?” Cal laughs, and you blink as the sun from behind him blinds you momentarily. Then he leans in a bit, shielding you with his shadow. "Here’s a secret: this isn’t for you. It’s for me. Unlike the Jedi, I’m allowed to be selfish. To want things. To have things. And one of the things I want is you.”

“What, like a trophy?” you scoff.

“Something like that.” 

You try to push yourself up again, to no avail. Your eyes dart to the side where your sabre landed, and you wonder if you can summon it to you without him noticing. Given how weak you are, probably not. Cal lifts his gaze from you to look around, scanning the surroundings for a moment, blowing a raspberry like he’s getting bored. Then he brings his attention back to you. 

“Aren’t you tired of being alone? Tired of running? Hiding? Just so tired of everything,” he asks, and it sounds almost genuine. You feel your resolution falter, your upper arms starting to tremble, aching from the effort, begging you to just let yourself fall back completely. 

“ I- I am,” you breathe.

After clipping his weapon to his belt, Cal holds his now free hand over your face, and you can feel a shift. A cloud starts shrouding your senses, your sight. You take in a sharp breath as fear starts settling in, but it's quickly replaced with something else. Something warm and fuzzy, like a comfortable weight grounding you.

“Come with me and you can forget all about it,” Cal demands, his voice gentle. “At my side you will always be fed. Safe. You’ll be untouchable. I’ll make sure of it.”

Your eyelids are starting to feel heavy.

“That does sound kinda nice,” you whisper, closing your eyes. 

“Right?” The weight pushes a little harder. “Don’t fight it. Come with me. Give in.”

Your eyes shoot open, brows furrowed and a sheen of sweat on your forehead from the effort.

“N-No, I can’t.”

But it’s too late now; the sliver of fog has spread throughout your body, dulling out all your thoughts, weighing down your limbs. 

Suddenly, the warmth becomes burning hot, and you squirm, breath quickening when you feel the ever present sting on your skin starting to turn painful.

“I need you to say it,” Cal says, his hovering hand inching a little closer to your temple. “Say you’ll come with me.”

The weight sitting on your gut and limbs starts growing thorns, digging into your flesh, and you yelp. 

“I’m not going with you,” you manage to say through gritted teeth, one of your hands clawing at his gloved wrist on your chest. “Kill me, Cal. Promise me you’ll kill me.”

You see him swallow at the use of his name, and his scowl deepens.

Your brain is so fogged up, you can't form one more coherent thought. All you feel right now is pain, despair. You know it was just a matter of time before the claws of death would catch up to you. You are tired. So so tired.  

“I can make the pain go away,” Cal promises, leaning in, and if you had any sense left in your body, you’d feel his warm breath tickle your ear. “Just say the word.”

What little resolution was left in you leaves your body like a small puddle of water immediately evaporating off the hot permacrete in the sun. You groan, swallowing thickly. 

“Okay. Take me,” you croak out, barely audible, and Cal does good on his word. The pain ceases instantaneously, the fuzzy blanket wraps around you once more, and your mind is transported into an almost sterile slumber. Finally, you can rest. 

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After several days of reconditioning, you get to bleed your kyber crystal and rebuild your weapon. When you walk out of the arena, feeling your new sabre’s still unfamiliar weight in your hands, it’s like your mind and soul have been remade. There's a new type of focus you've never felt electrifying your whole body, your mind strangely quiet, crisp. 

Then it’s time to meet Darth Vader. 

Cal guides you into one of the offices in the Fortress Inquisitorious, your new home. Vader is standing by the window, looking out onto the seemingly eternal stretches of water covering the moon you’re on. When he hears you come in, he turns around to face you. He doesn’t really greet you nor acknowledge the fact you’re new. He just gets down to business, talking about a mission he wants you two to go on.

Your eyes are set on the Sith’s black mask as you listen to his instructions. But it doesn’t take long for your focus to fade as you go stiff when you feel a presence in the Force, prodding at you. It’s unlike anything you've ever felt before: Vader. He moves slowly, almost imperceptibly, like the long legs of a spider testing out the tension on the strands of its web, poking here and there to pinpoint the location of the prey which, the more it moves, the more tangled it will be. In this case, he’s testing out your resolution, your current mental and emotional state, trying to find the tiniest hint of doubt in your heart, so you hold your ground against him.

On the outside there's no change at all. He talks about the mission, mainly addressing Cal, briefly explaining who the target is and where to find them, before handing him a datachip. 

Usually, new Inquisitors get to join a more experienced one only a handful of times. After that, everything you do is your own burden to carry. Learn fast and adapt to live. Or straggle and fall behind, directly into Vader’s blade.

But Cal is insistent on having you at his side, always. He’s unabashedly protective of you, making sure that everyone knows you belong with him. That you’re not to be messed with. And the others seem to respect that, for whatever reason.

It doesn’t take long for you to realise that Cal and you make a good team, actually. The more missions you go on together, the more it feels like you share a connection, anticipating what the other is about to do and handling accordingly. Like you've known each other your whole life. Or maybe like you've met in a different life altogether. You're not sure anymore. 

But as time passes, you can also feel the sharper edges of the dark side starting to cut into you. Every night carries a new nightmare, and every day the whispers in your mind start to get louder and louder, until it’s a constant cacophony of voices and screams playing in the background.

It’s on a mission a couple of weeks after you became an Inquisitor that it catches up to you.

Getting to the target was relatively easy; the former Jedi hadn’t really stayed too hidden, openly using his powers to help others. And word of such things spreads fast. 

The hunt takes you to a temperate planet on the Outer Rim. In any other circumstance, you would have liked to take in the scenery, but there’s no time for that now. Once you land in the settlement, Cal, you and your two Purge Troopers beeline for the last known location of your target.

When you arrive at the central plaza, people make space for you four, starting to gather around or leaving the scene entirely. The Troopers start questioning the bystanders, and Cal calls out loudly for them to hand over the fugitive, threatening them. You scan the crowd, and everyone avoids your gaze, but they don’t move. 

After a few moments, tensions rise to their peak, and someone starts taking shots at you from behind. Panic erupts in the mass of people and they all scramble. Movement from a nearby roof catches your attention. You turn just in time to see a large crate being pushed off the ledge, right above Cal. Lifting your arm, you Force-push it away, and it lands next to a somewhat startled Cal, disintegrating into splinters, its contents of heavy rocks and scrap metal spilling out. 

The crate was enough of a distraction for you that you don’t see the Trooper behind you getting tackled by a bystander built like a wardrobe. Even after the Trooper lost his footing, he gets dragged and pushed into you from behind. You get thrown off-balance yourself for a moment. Turning around, irritated, you take a big swing with your sabre, hitting the local across the chest and he falls to the ground, his clothes and flesh sizzling. But your swing was so big, you also hit the Trooper, who cries out in pain and collapses.

“What are you doing!” Cal calls out you.

The shots continue and you two deflect them as the other Trooper carries the injured one to a nearby building for cover. Once the blaster fire dies down and the dust clouds start to settle, you're left on a deserted street, everyone is gone. Somewhere in the distance you see the target's ship take off, and Cal groans in frustration.

He turns towards you, anger etched into his face. You glare right back. He looks like he wants to say something, but leaves it be, his jaw tensing. He walks to the Troopers and announces you’re all going back to the ship, muttering under his breath that he should have put a tracker on the Jedi’s transport just in case. The injured man walks with a limp, his companion carrying most of his weight. Cal and you walk at the front in silence.

Soon after, you're both at the holotable on the ship reporting back to the Grand Inquisitor. His image trembles with static as it’s projected on top of the half circle table coming out of the side wall in the cockpit. Neither of you really ever wear a helmet, so your faces are both flushed and dusty. 

Cal keeps his retelling short, not mentioning your mishap.

After the call is done, you cast a quick glance to the back of the ship where the men are tending to the injury. Now that you’re taking a closer look and he’s sitting down, you can see his leg has a slash from your sabre, half of the armour plate shaved clean off. The other Trooper is at his side, getting some first aid packet ready. 

You turn back to Cal when you hear him sigh in annoyance.

“Now we have to pick up the trail from scratch,” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That rat is probably already gone off-planet and left the system.”

“You've found him before, you can do it again,” you merely offer, inspecting your weapon like you’re looking for something. Cal chuckles wryly.

“Of course it’s my job to find him. Again,” he deadpans. 

“Yeah, well you're the one with psychometry. Sorry I couldn't be as gifted as you,” you retort in a mocking tone, clipping your sabre back to your belt. When you look back up, Cal holds your gaze for a second longer before speaking. 

“I can take care of myself. I didn't need you intervening back then,” he says, taking a step closer so he doesn’t have to raise his voice.

“Are you kidding me?” you scoff, meeting him half-way. “If it weren't for me, you would have been crushed.”

“Yeah, and thanks to you, my trooper almost loses a leg.”

“Well, maybe this will teach him to have better aim.”

You're almost face to face now, venom in your voices as you snap at each other. He holds your icy glare for a moment, then turns away with a curse under his breath, running a hand through his fiery hair. 

When he turns again to face you, he's a couple steps away, hands on his hips as he looks at the ground with furrowed brows. Then he lifts his gaze to meet yours, lips pressed into a tight line.

“What's up with you lately anyways? You've been messing up more than usual.”

“More than–?” You bring your hand to your chest, taking genuine offence. “Oh I'm sorry, am I not doing good enough for Mister Perfect?”

Cal narrows his eyes and visibly bites the inside of his cheeks, showing that it's taking some restraint to not take the bait and lash out again. He takes a deep breath, squaring up his shoulders a bit.

“You know what I mean. You're… unfocused.”

He looks at you for a long moment, your fists clenching and unclenching at your sides as you look away. Because he's right. You are. But how can you properly convey the horrible things going through your mind? Should you even tell him or will that only make him think you’re weak?

“I'd ask if you didn't sleep well last night, but, well…” he says.

You both know that the nightmares are just part of who you are now. You try to let them pass the best you can. By now you know that the more you try to fight them, the worse they get. And you've both heard each other mumble and cry in your sleep when you had to spend the night in the ship or in a tent when out on a mission. So it's a given that a good night's sleep is a rarity for either of you. 

The dark circles around your eyes have gotten worse in the last days though, you'll admit. It's like everything that's happened has finally caught up to you now. 

“There's just… so much…” you say, pointing at your head, then placing the open palms of your hands on your temples, chest heaving with shallow breaths. “It never stops. The screams, the anger, the pain.”

Your eyes dart up to find Cal’s, and your glare intensifies as a thought occurs to you.

“You. You did this,” you mumble.

“What?” he questions, incredulous. 

“You did this to me,” you say, louder this time, hissing as you stalk up to him, poking him in the chest.

Cal takes a step to the side with a click of his tongue, checking to see if the two Troopers in the cargo hold heard you. They seem to have finished tending to their wounds and are both sitting on the bench, talking to each other in hushed tones, sans helmets. 

“You said you'd make the pain go away,” you say through gritted teeth. “You lied.”

Cal slams his fist into the panel by the door separating the cockpit, and the doors whoosh closed. 

“I saved you,” he spits back at you. “If not for me, you’d be dead in a ditch somewhere.”

“In case it wasn't clear, that's what I wanted.” You take in a shaky breath, voice growing in volume, unbothered by the two men on the other side of the door. “I wanted you to kill me. You promised me you would. Instead you turn me into this.” You gesture vaguely at yourself.

“I promised and I did. Your old self is dead. This, as you say–” He mockingly imitates your gesture. “–is thanks to me. You were like a scared kid, running around in circles, and I made a warrior out of you.”

“Good grief, Kestis.” You let out a wry chuckle with raised brows. “You have a real hero complex, you know that? It's messed up.”

“I already told you, I did it for me,” he says with an annoyed huff. “It has nothing to do with saving you. I'm not trying to be the hero. There is no version of this story where I'm the hero, and I'm fine with that.”

“Are you? Because it looks to me like you're trying really hard to be one. What do you want, attention? Recognition? For the Grand Inquisitor or Vader to tell you you’re a good boy?” you scoff, shooting him a condescending look. “Maybe you are just their little lapdog after all.”

Being the only Inquistor with psychometry at the moment, Cal gets called hound often by the others, insinuating that he’s only good for picking up trails and tracking targets. So your comment definitely hits a nerve, and Cal’s whole face tenses up, brows furrowed so deep you can see the crinkles around his nose. He's on you in a split second, grabbing the shoulder straps of your armour to pin you to the wall with a forceful push. You groan at the impact, never averting your eyes from his. 

“That felt good, didn't it?” he asks after a pause. Your smug face turns into one of confusion. “The voices in your head, they just went quiet for a moment, didn't they?” 

You look to the side for a moment, and the onslaught of horrible thoughts crashes again over your mind, filling up all nooks and crannies. He's right; for just a moment, you forgot all about your own torment.

“Sometimes, the best way to shut up the voices is to project them onto someone else.” He loosens his grip a bit, you feel the relief of your chest armour not digging into your ribs anymore, and you take a deep breath. “But not like this. I'm no hero, but I'm not your enemy.”

A hint of pain crosses his face, the like you haven't seen in a long time. That's when you realise your lapdog comment genuinely hurt him. You're not going to apologise for it, though. Still, your tone softens.

“It's just…” Your shoulders would have slumped forward if not for Cal holding you in place. “It’s just so much, all the time.”

“It's a burden we all carry. The price for the power of the dark side. But you're stronger than all of it,” he says, his hands moving to the sides of your arms to hold you in place as you've started trembling slightly. Your own hands come to his chest for balance. “The voices are loud, so scream right back at them. Scream louder.”

“What's louder than all of this…” You look for the right word, your hands curling into fists on his armour plate. “All this grief?”

Judging by the look on his face, you think he does have an answer, but doesn't offer it. Why, you think, is it something I have to figure out for myself or something? The fact that you're starting to feel the tears prickling at the back of your eyes makes it all worse.

“How do you do it?” you demand to know, hating the pleading sound in your voice. “How do you get them to shut up, even for a second?”

Cal’s head jerks back ever so slightly as he ponders the question, his face distressingly neutral.

“I look at you,” he finally answers. 

“Wha–”

“I promised to take the pain away. I intend to make good on it.”

Before you can ask what he means, he closes the gap between you two, bringing his lips to yours. It’s quick and chaste and for the very short time it lasts, you can only think of one thing: nothing. Your mind went completely quiet, finally. 

When he pulls back and looks down at you, there's something new in his gaze, something akin to fear, scared you'll push him away. But he couldn’t be more wrong. You want to chase it, need the voices to subside if only momentarily. So your hands travel up his chest to hold his face, bringing him back to you. 

Cal doesn't need to be asked twice, and he angles his head to deepen the kiss. You can't help the sound that escapes you, sighing into his mouth, and his arms circle around your back, pulling you as close to him as your armours will allow. Your lips move together, quickly finding a rhythm as you savour each other, the intensity levels rising exponentially. 

As you break apart to breathe, both of you panting, his hands travel down your sides to the underside of your thighs, lifting you off the floor. You hold onto his shoulders, your legs wrapping around his waist as he turns around and brings you to the holotable behind the copilot seat, where only moments before you’d held the holocall with your superior. 

Cal sets you down onto the console, pressing his hips flush against yours, and captures your lips in his once more. He leaves a trail of wet kisses on your jaw and what little exposed neck he can reach that isn't covered by your clothes, intoxicated by the little sounds leaving your lips as he bites and licks over the marks he leaves. Your hands find their way into his hair, and he sighs into your skin, one of his hands on your back to hold you in place and the other on the wall next to your head for support. 

For a moment, all you can feel is the clash of lips and tongues and heavy breaths as you kiss Cal like your life depends on it. And maybe it does. 

When you both start to really feel the lack of oxygen, you break apart, not without giving his lips one last nibble as he pulls back. He rests his forehead on yours, your chests heaving in sync. 

“Did it work?” he asks after a moment, and you can't help but chuckle softly. Your gloved hand cups his cheek, thumb running over his freckles as he looks at you through half-lidded eyes.

“For now, yeah,” you say, expecting him to let you down, but he keeps you where you are. “But the voices might come back again. Can I enlist your services again, then?”

“I'm counting on it,” he says, a handsome smile on his lips that you haven’t seen before. It makes your heart do a summersault and your stomach explode in butterflies, and you know then and there that this man will absolutely ruin you, and you can’t wait for him to do so.

Cal starts leaning in again, but before he can kiss you, the doors suddenly whoosh open. Your whole body tenses up. Looks like Cal’s plan was so effective that neither of you even sensed the Trooper walking to the cockpit. 

“Sir, we–” Even through his helmet you can feel the mortified look on the Trooper’s face at what he’s met with.

“What,” Cal barks as he cranes his head around to look at the man in black. The hand he had on the wall for support comes down as he stands up straight, instead placing it around your thigh to press your leg furhter into his side, as if to underline he's busy right now. The gesture takes you off-guard, and you do your best to glare at the Trooper through the heat that erupts on your face.  

“We, uh, we got word from a surveillance station in a nearby system.” Despite his helmet facing forward, you can sense his eyes on you. “They’ve found the target’s ship. It's being tracked as we speak.”

“Good,” Cal says, and turns back to you to take in your state, a mischievous glint in his eye. He takes his time, the Trooper standing there waiting for orders while your whole body is set ablaze by the look in the Inquisitor’s fiery eyes. Finally, he turns back around. “Send the coordinates to the main console. We’re leaving right away.”

“Yes, Sir,” the Trooper says with a curt nod. He's about to turn around when you call for him.

“How’s uh, the other Trooper doing?” you ask, surprising even yourself. You try to sit up on the console, but the angle has you still half sitting, half lying back, and with your legs in the air you can’t get leverage. You shift awkwardly instead, with Cal still between your thighs, so you immediately give up, dignity be damned. You dare glance up to Cal, who’s looking down at you with a smug grin, head tilted slightly to the side as if asking “got a problem?”. You inwardly curse him out; he’s enjoying your flustered face way too much.

“He’s stable for now,” the Trooper says, and hesitates for a second before adding, “If I may… I think it’s best for him to sit out the next one.”

Usually you don’t care much for the Troopers, but this one standing up for his friend stirs something within you, so you give him a nod.

“We’ll make sure there’s a medical team when we arrive.”

“Thank you,” the Trooper says in a slightly surprised tone. Cal turns his head to look at him, so he’s quick to add, “S-Sir.” He salutes and leaves as he’s typing on his datapad, the doors close behind him and the console at the front of the cockpit beeps.

Now Cal’s attention is back on you and you squirm again. Your sitting position is starting to get uncomfortable.

“Can you let me down now?” you ask with a playful roll of your eyes, and he finally steps back for you to slide off the table and onto your feet. You almost fall, still weak in the knees, so you hold onto Cal for support, who helps you stand on your legs. Taking a step back, you look up at him. “Was that really necessary? I’d rather they don’t see us when… you know.”

Cal turns to the console with a chuckle, checking the coordinates the Trooper sent, and presses a couple of buttons for the nav system to start calculating the route. You sigh with a shake of your head as you look down at yourself, fixing your armour plates that sit a little askew. 

You look up when you feel something on your chin. Cal is holding the unignited end of his lightsabre to your face to guide you to look back up at him. He meets your eyes, and his fiery irises seem to glow even more than usual.

“I let him watch so he doesn’t get any ideas,” he says, stepping even closer to you until you can feel his breath fanning over your cheek, and softly taps the lightsabre on the armour above your heart. “You’re mine and mine alone.”

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A/N2: you know when you read something and you can totally see what the author’s tells are? yeah… i kept shaking my head at myself as i was editing this because at this point my inq!cal has just become “slam me against a wall and make out with me” galore lmao I AM CRINGE BUT I AM FREE RAAH

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[rose-gold-radiance]

Lilia x Alice x Jennifer

For @rowinablx

[minijenn]

A19 Connie done with shit

^^^ Accurate depiction of Connie during the last chapter of UF. Sometimes its hard being the only character with a functional brain cell imo

Expression requests are open! (UF only)

[borgialucrezia]

THE BORGIAS — Lucrezia Borgia ⚜️ HOUSE OF THE DRAGON — Helaena Targaryen 🦋 (requested by @lucreziaborgia)

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[pitchsidestories]

🌈 Happy Pride Month ! 🏳️‍🌈 🏳‍⚧

pictures are from pinterest.

[animatedjen]

🧡💚 | Jedi Survivor

[wlwsoccerfics]

Not Happy(JenBeattieXAliKriegerXTeenReader)

A/N:this Is just fiction. so don't take it took seriously.

Summary: you don't have a good relationship with your other parent and her girlfriend. Which leads to to alot of Stress for you. But with Jen you have a great relationship and she is a really amazing Bonus parent.

It was friday. In two days you would have to switch Houses again and live with your other parent. Something you really didn't want. The House over there didn't feel like home. And you were sure your siblings would love for Things to be better as well cause your so called parent doesn't care that much about you and only has eyes for her new girlfriend.

You started acting weird when the days you had to go over there got closer.

"y/n? Have you packed your school stuff yet?" Your Mom Ali asked. Looking at you. You sat on the couch. Closing the Comic you have been reading. Biting down on your bottom lip.

"No, not yet!" You stated. "I will do that later." You replied but actually wanted to say 'i don't want to pack anything for the place!' . You were quiet though. For now.

"are you okay?" Your Mom asked and you grabbed your Comic again, avoiding eye contact.

"i am fine. Just tired from practice!" You said. Which was only half a lie cause football practice was indeed making you a bit tired. Jen walked over.

"i have to go to the store, want to go with me?" Jen asked. And you looked kind of excited about it.

"yes please, Jen." You replied. Having to try hard not to call her Mama, because honestly she was totally your second parent and was always there for you.

"let's go!" She Said and the two of you walked to the Car.

Jen let you choose the music in the car. So you put on some Paramore.

"so want to tell me what's going on?" Jen asked you. You sighed softly and looked at her.

"is it really that obvious, something is bothering me?" You asked.

"yes. So now spill it?" Jen stated. You took a deep breath and was biting down on your bottom lip.

"i don't want to go to her house. It doesn't feel like home and the time she has even remotely acted like a parent have been long gone...i want to stay with you and Mom. Honestly i see you as my other parent. You always care about me. When i had the cold a few weeks ago you took care of me!" You explained to her.

"i am sorry you feel this was about her. I will always be there for you. Cause i care about you. I love you Kid." Jen stated.

"Love you too." You replied. "Can you help me to talk to mom about this? And would you mind If i called you Mama?" You asked her. She nodded her head a bit.

"of course i will help you and If your Mom doesn't mind i would be honored to be your Mama." Jen answered. Smiling at you.

You walked around the grocery store, mostly quiet. But it was a comfortable silence. Grabbing the few things you needed for tonights dinner. Then you went to the checkout. Walking back to the Car.

"want to help me cook tonight?" You asked Jen.

"yes of course." She said softly and smiled.

"awesome."

You may be a teen but you still very much enjoyed cuddled and hugs so the first thing you did when you and Jen returned from the grocery Store you walked over to your Mom and hugged her. She hugged you right back.

"hello Sweetheart. Are you sure everything is okay?" Your Mom asked you and kissed the top of your head.

"actually i want to talk to you about something." You let her know.

"okay." She said and walked to the couch while still having an arm around you. Jen already sat there.

"you got this, Kid." Jen replied.

"you know what this Is about?" Your Mom asked in surprise.

"yes, i talked to her about it in the Car!" You admitted.

"okay, now i am really curious." Your Mom said.

"i really don't want to go to her house. It's not Home. She is busy with her girlfriend and even forgot to pick me Up from practice a few times. I couldn't reach her. So i walked back to her house and took the Bus." You admitted. Both your Mom and Jen were shocked when they heard that part.

"that's a two hours Journey!" Your Mom stated.

"yeah...and that's not all. She doesn't care at all...she isn't my parent...jen is my other parent and i want to call her Mama. Cause she actually cares!" You explained.

"i am shocked. Sweetheart i will have a Chat with her. And we will figure something out. And If Jen is fine with it so am i!" Your Mom said. You hugged your Mom again and then hugged your Mama.

"thanks Mom. Thanks Mama!" You replied. Relieved that you didn't have to go to the other House.

Spoiler alert your so called other parent didn't even pick up the call or answered any of your moms text so your Mom made the decision to File for sole custody of you and your siblings and Jen was planning on adopting you asap.

[a-dogboys-sweet-lovers]

neuvie cuddles? fem!reader pls :)

Whoops, I got carried away and this is a bit long! (?) Anyways, general tags: sfw - cuddles - f!reader - established relationship - Neuv is being a workaholic again - Neuv calls reader "princess" and "love" - half dragon form Neuv (I am but a weak man)

It's nearing midnight; you've been quietly reading a book alongside your perpetually-busy Iudex, who, predictably, is still working on reviewing some cases. You frown slightly: immortal primordial being or not, Neuvillette, too, needs a rest. Unfortunately, there aren't many people that he would listen to regarding this matter; fortunately, you, being his lover and confidante, are one of them. Still, you decide to choose an indirect approach.

-Neuvilette, love? - you call out quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He leans into your touch much like a cat, rubbing his cheek on your hand.

-What is it that my princess desires?

This is where you put on a bit of a show.

-I'm feeling so lonely... I know you're right here, but you're so busy all the time!

It's not entirely untrue; while you enjoy just exsisting alongside Neuvilette, quietly going around your day even if you two don't interact, you do miss the rare occasions when his attention is entirely on you and you only. Besides, he does need a rest, and as do you.

Neuvilette makes an apologetic face.

-I'm sorry, love, I know I've been paying less attention to you lately... What do you want us to do?

-May we cuddle for a while?

He plants a kiss on your hand and gets up, suddenly lifting you up into a princess carry, smiling slightly. You giggle, not quite expecting him to have done that. His rather impressive height and inhuman strength mean you practically weigh nothing to him, and he does carry you around a lot because of that, but somehow he still manages to surprise you every time he does.

-Do you want us to lay down, or...?

-Yes! To the bedroom, please, - you ask him in a mock-commanding tone, pointing towards your shared bedroom in a spoiled princess impression. That makes him smile wider. He carefully maneuvres you around all the doorframes and finally places you gently onto the big, soft canopy bed, taking time to shed some outer layers of his complicated outfit to enter a more relaxed state. Meanwhile, you fluff the pillows, making some sorts of a nest for you two. With an exhausted, but still somewhat content sigh Neuvilette plops onto the bed next to you and immediately throws his arms around you. In this position his head is on your chest, and you really want to pet him like an oversized affectionate cat. When you give in to your desires, you hear a purr - right. Dragons, it turns out, purr. Because Neuvilette sure wasn't perfect before. You smile, looking at your adorable lover, who under your hands on his scalp has relaxed into a semi-conscious state... Oh, wait, what's -

You feel something slithering against your leg, waiting to circle it. It feels strange,and at first you get startled - but then you realize: Neuvilette's tail. Your lover became so deeply relaxed in your presence, his human form shifted into a more natural semi-draconic form. And his tail wants cuddles, too. You giggle quietly, planting a kiss on top of your lover's head; your legs become entangled with Neuvilette's tail, and, fast asleep, he mumbles something resembling "my love", before his body goes completely slack against yours.

Well, you definitely don't mind cuddling him throughout the night, then.