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Runaway ~ Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader

Inspiration: I was doing kissing headcanons and this popped out because I'm projecting for when I shift😩✋

Summary: Anakin wakes up in the middle of the night due to his constant nightmares. But one night, you aren't there. You're in the bathroom, throwing up.

Warnings: Fluff, whump-ish, pregnancy, non canon compliant, swearing, kissing, cookie cake, mentions of food, allusions to smut/no protection

Requested: No, but they're open as of now!

Story word count: 1,158, she's a shorty😘

A/n: This man could hit me with a ship and I would apologize for being in the way. He looks so beautiful here 😖✋Uhm and I kinda just wanna kiss his stomach😭 idk why

He wakes up sweating in the middle of the night, terrified of the fate of yours that plagued his dreams. They say that dreams come true. But Anakin knows that nightmares are dreams too. He's seen it happen before, and this time, he's going to stop it.

This time was different though, he shot up, as usual, with sobs threatening to rip through his body. He looked over towards where you normally lay, but you aren't there. His breath caught in his throat, and he mentally reached out for you, trying to sense your subconscious through the force.

He relaxed when he realized you were in the bathroom. But not when he realized you were throwing up. He sped out of your shared bed and opened the door to find you hunched over the toilet. "Hey, hey," he starts, sinking to his knees to crouch behind you, "What's the matter? Are you sick?"

You shook your head, shrugging your shoulders. You pulled yourself up, using the sink as a brace, and Anakin followed you, hanging on to your waist as you went. You turned on the hot water and washed your hands until they couldn't take it anymore, then brushed your teeth thrice. You tossed the toothbrush in the trash afterwards.

"Will you turn around and talk to me, Y/n? Please?" You held up your finger, telling him to wait just another second. You unscrew the cap of your mouthwash, water-falling it into your mouth until there was just enough room in there to swish it around. You spit, wiping your mouth on a hand towel, before closing your eyes and turning around to face Anakin. You leaned back against the sink counter, eyes still shut.

He stepped closer to you, hugging you to his chest, then leaning back to cup your face in his hands. "What's wrong?"

"I— I don't know. Do you think that..." You trailed off, terrified to entertain the thought.

"No." He said harshly. Your mouth made a small 'o' out of shock.

"We can't deny what has happened, we don't know for sure. And so what if I was," you started fiddling with the tips of your finger, "would it be so bad?"

"We can't, Y/n."

"I know the council would kick us out, but we could run if they came after us. Anakin, we could hide on some planet that no one knows about. We could raise our family there." You grabbed his hands in yours as you spoke, squeezing them. You didn't understand, you thought he wanted kids. The roles had been switched. It had been you that didn't want anything to do with children, but now that you thought it might be possible, you were overly excited. But now he didn't want children and it broke your heart into a million little shards.

"I would love that." He closed his eyes, taking his hands out of yours. You were still leaning against the sink, he was still halfway pressed against you. "But we can't. We can't, Y/n. Please." He pleaded with you, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Why? I thought you wanted kids, I thought we were going to have a family. Why the change?" Your arms crossed loosely over your stomach. "I mean, I admit, I wasn't sure I wanted kids. But now that I might be pregnant, I just... I..." It was hard to put into words, you just dropped your head, looking at your hands that still rested over your stomach. "I want my baby." Your voice shook as you admitted it.

"So do I," he admitted, "but we can't." He raised his voice slightly, exasperated. "My nightmares, Y/n. They're about you and a baby. You die, and that can't happen. I won't let it." His voice breaks, and he takes a shuddering breath. Your eyes flick up to his, and you grab his hands.

"It's okay, I won't die. I promise you." You rest your forehead against his chest. "We need to be sure though. We have to go to the store." He nodded and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, kissing the top of your head.

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You return to your apartment at six. It had been five-fifteen when you left. You picked up two tests' and a cookie cake. If you were, you would ice the word 'pregnant' on it, then eat it. If not, you would ice 'next time' on it. Then eat it. Either way, you're eating cookie cake for breakfast.

You picked up two, just to double check. You didn't want to get your hopes up by having a positive test that turned out to be wrong.

"Anakin, if I am, then we'll hide as long as we can. But after that, we have to leave the Jedi Order." You say, mostly to yourself. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

"I know." He was holding one of the tests'. "Go take them, I'll be right here." He handed you the one in his hand along with the bag that contained the other one. You could see the excitement in his eyes, but the second guessing fear behind them reflected yours. You nodded as he sat down at the edge of the bed.

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You rushed out of the bathroom with shaky hands. You had barely dried your hands before struggling to get out quick enough. Anakin stood straight up before walking towards you quickly. He searched your eyes for some sign of whether the tests' were positive or not. You grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him to the bathroom. You licked your quivering lips as you gestured silently towards the two pregnancy tests' on the counter. The ones that showed two little blue lines.

His mouth dropped, and he turned to face you, excitement was the only emotion shown on his face. "We're gonna have a baby." He whispered, and you nodded with tears in your eyes.

"We're gonna run away, and have a family." You wiped your face from the tears that were freely streaming down now. He walked to you slowly, cupping your face in his hands, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I can't believe it." Anakin whispered, it seemed that's the only thing he's able to do right now.

"I know." You whispered back, body dissolving into happy laughter. "We're having a baby." You said through laughs. He started to chuckle as well, holding you closer to him. "We're going to leave. We won't be Jedi anymore." The reality started to sink in, and an elated feeling replaced the happiness you felt. You were excited, ecstatic, even. You were having a baby with the love of your life. You're leaving the Jedi Order to raise your baby, and you'll live a safe, happy life with your little, happy family.

"Now I want my cookie cake," you spoke into his chest, and then stood up on your toes to kiss his neck once.

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Kisses ~ Anakin Skywalker Headcanons

Inspiration: His lips look really soft😳

Summary: Just a lot of little scenarios where your lips end up against Anakin's 😊

Warnings: Fluff, kissing, touchy stuff, Hayden Christensen's picture below, language

Requested: No, but they're open!

Story Word Count: 2,735

A/n: Sorry but a lot of this is me fucking projecting lmao (but on another note: he's so pretty). Oh but also, these are the kissing headcanons that the little Runaway fic came from.

When he's overwhelmed ~

This man is literally such a sweetheart. He deserves the fucking world. So when he gets overwhelmed you just feel awful. Whether it be because he's forced to keep his emotions and thoughts bottled up inside him, or because he isn't allowed to show his affection for you in public, or training to become a Jedi Knight. He gets so burnt out sometimes.

So you lay there on the bed with him, and you have him rant about anything he needs to. You let him tell you about the amazing things he's experienced, before and during the Jedi. Sometimes the thing he needs the most is the most simple. For you to listen. You listen until he's done, done talking about something Obi-Wan did that was incredibly passive aggressive (surprising for a Jedi Master), something that made him mad, something that made him sad, something that reminded him of his mother. Anything really. And after he's finished, you hold him.

He lays on your chest while you're on your back. You play with his hair as he places soft kisses just below your collarbone. "Anakin, oh my gosh," you say through a soft giggle, "That tickles." He smiles into your chest, and continues to kiss you until you finally dissolve into giddy giggles.

When he gets back from a mission ~

You're both Jedi Masters. So sometimes you get sent off on missions away from one another. It was expected. It was fine. But you just missed each other more than any human brain could comprehend. So when he got home, the only thing you could do was be around each other.

You hear the door shut with a quiet click of what was technically his apartment, though both of you were staying there for this week. Next week you would stay in your apartment. Your head shot up from the book you were currently reading. You threw off the blankets and ran to the living room, where Anakin was standing with a ginormous grin on face. You flung your arms around his neck, not bothering to let him drop his things on the couch. He wrapped his full hands around your waist and buried his face into your neck. Your body melted into his, and he walked you backwards and to the couch. He dropped his stuff there and immediately after you felt his hands pressing into you, arms becoming tighter around you. "I missed you so much it physically hurt." He mumbled into your neck.

You chuckled, nodding, "I missed you so much that I wore your shirts to bed every night." He smiled against you before pulling back, still holding on to you.

His smile was one of pure happiness, happiness caused by you. You pressed your forehead into his chest, looking down when he just stood there beaming at you. His fingers lifted your chin so you could see his smile, and you felt your face heat up. He tilted his head down to yours, and pressed a gentle kiss against your lips. You sighed as the kiss broke off, "God, I've missed this." You breathed out.

He chuckled, "I love you." He kissed you again, hands meeting your waist, squeezing slightly. You giggled as your hands found his shoulders, bringing him closer if possible.

He parted your lips, deepening the kiss. You groaned as his fingers dug deeper into your waist. He smiled, and started leading you backwards towards your shared bedroom. You stumbled over your feet as your hands roamed around his body, pulling him closer to you still. You let him lead you, until you felt your back being pressed into the wall. "I hope this isn't where we're going." You said through the kiss, allowing yourself to breath for a second before kissing his swollen lips once.

"Nope, that was a mistake." He smiled, opening his eyes to meet yours. You chuckled, leaning your head back against the wall, breathing deeply.

When he's having anxiety/feeling insecure ~

Anakin come bursting into the room, making you jump. "Jeez, you scared the shit out of me. What's the matter?" You ask, sitting up on your bed.

He laid down on the bed next to you, staying silent. "Hey," you settle down next to him, laying on his chest as his arm wraps around you out of reflex. "What's wrong?" You asked softly.

Still he said nothing, just merely shaking his head to the side. You decide to respect that, and lay down on his chest, squeezing him for a second. "I love you so much." You tell him. And you absolutely mean it, he makes you feel like you never have before. A warmth inside you, butterflies in your stomach, safe, giddy. Loved.

"I love you." He responded, rubbing circles on your arm with his thumb.

"Are you alright at least? Are you hurt?" You questioned, but tried not to seem like you were being pushy.

"I'm okay, just a little overwhelmed."

"Okay," you slowed down, trying to figure out how to carry on the conversation. "Is there anything I can do?"

He looked at you for the first time since entering the room, he seemed tired, and almost like he had been crying. Glossy eyes, red face. "Just be with me. Promise you won't leave?" Your eyebrows drew together, and you sat up, hand on his chest.

"I would never leave, Anakin. I'm yours as long as you'll have me." You reassured him.

He nodded quickly, licking his lips. "Are you sure you're okay? Please talk to me." You pleaded with him, you just wanted to help.

"I'm just — I guess I'm scared you'll realize you can do better than me..." He trailed off.

"Listen to me and listen good, Anakin. You're the best thing that has ever — and will ever — happen to me." You explained. "I love you so much. I could never, ever find anyone better than you, even if I wanted to. And I definitely don't. Besides, such a person simply does not exist." The corner of his lip ticked up, and he took a shaky breath in.

"You're amazing." He said, turning to face you, but a sad hint of disbelief still twinkled in his eyes. You put both hands on either side of his face and pulled him to you, kissing him softly. His hand hesitantly traveled to your waist, and settled there, the other was under your head, but wrapped around your shoulders.

You run a hand through his hair, savoring the feel of him next to you. His nose pressing against the side of yours, his arms around you, his soft lips kissing you with no trace of insecurity now. These are the moments you treasure, the ones alone with him, simply kissing Anakin as he holds you close to him.

You gently pulled away from him. "Believe me now? You are without a doubt the most amazing person ever." His eyes opened slowly, forehead pressing against yours.

"Yeah."

In the middle of the night ~

If you or him wake up, then there is not a hint of doubt that you'll be laying there admiring each other. He'll trace the features of your face with a feather light touch so not to wake you. He'll trace the curve of your lips, the shape of your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, the fullness of your eyebrows. He'll lay there, and you'll be laying on his arm, facing his chest when you feel a tickle against your cheek.

You jolt awake, eyes flying open. "Oh damn, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." He spoke in a throaty voice. It was thick with sleep, he hadn't been awake for long.

"What were you doing?" You cleared your throat, it was croaky.

"Just appreciating the view." He smiled as he whispered. Why he was whispering, you didn't know. You smiled, closing your heavy eyes.

"I love you." You said, half asleep.

He kissed you in response. A lazy, sloppy kiss. But a sweet one nonetheless. The hand that was not holding you close to him, the one you were laying on, cupped your cheek. Your mouth moved against his, tongue slipping against yours, nose pressing too hard against your cheek.

But it was wonderful, and blissful, and sleepy.

He has a nightmare ~

He wakes up in a cold sweat, shaking the bed because of how quickly he jolts up. It stirs you in your sleep, and he looks over at you. He silently wished that you would wake up and comfort him, but another part is too scared to wake you up in unreasonable anxiety that you'll brush it off.

Luckily, or unlucky, depending on how you want to loom at it, you wake up when you roll over, trying to reach for him. But you find, as your hand reaches out, an empty space where your husband should be. That concerns even your subconscious, and you wake up. Slightly confused, you sit up, staring at the spot Anakin usually slept.

You rub your eyes, looking around before you find him. "Good evening. Or," you turn over to look at the little clock next to your bed, it was flashing 3:00, "shall I say good morning?" You hold his arm, pulling him back slightly. He didn't so much as budge, and you sit up next to him. "You okay?"

He shrugs. "Just a little bad dream, is all." He tried to play it off as nothing, though he didn't understand why he would. He wanted you to comfort him, to hold him.

"Do you want to talk?" You shifted so you were behind him, your legs wrapped around his waist and you lay your head on his back.

"Please."

You nod as a sign for him to start talking, and you make circles up and down his chest and stomach out of habit. His skin is soft under your fingers, but the toned muscles he has from training are tense. He's still shaken up. It was a really bad nightmare, apparently.

You scoot back, pulling him with you so you can lay down, and the back of his head is on your chest. Your fingers twist up in his hair, rubbing at his scalp to calm him. "It's okay now, Anakin. You are safe now. It was a nightmare, which means it was only your subconscious fabricating something out of nothing. In other words, it wasn't real and I'm here and you're here and we are both safe." You affirm him, and you feel him somewhat relax.

"It just felt so real, Y/n. I felt like I was trapped, and I couldn't get back to the real you. But you died. Y/n I killed you," he turned over to bury his head into your neck, arms tucking under your back. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He cried out. His body shook with sobs, and he squeezed you closer to him. You felt his tears falling to your neck, and you just held him tighter.

"That won't happen. It won't." Your heart hurt for him. Why would his subconscious torture him in such a way? would he think he needed to apologize for such a horrible nightmare that was out of his control? "Anakin, Anakin listen." You sat up against the headboard, dragging him with you. He moves to sit next to you, and you crawl into his arms. "I know that you would never do that, ever. If you're worried about it happening, don't. I trust you completely and that will never happen. Okay?" He licks his lips, swallowing.

"I just couldn't hurt you, it felt real, Y/n. It felt real, I thought I killed you." He laid his head on top of yours, and you leaned up to kiss his cheek.

"You didn't though, Anakin. You wouldn't." Your fingers brush over his cheekbones and you bring his lips down to yours, and kiss him softly.

You have a nightmare ~

You're twitching in your sleep. Running, but you aren't sure what from. A shapeless figure. Somehow, you know you must get to someone. Someone. Who? It didn't matter to your unconscious mind. You just know you had to run though. To whoever this person was.

"Help!" You scream. You aren't sure why, but a pain that felt like thousands of hooked needles suddenly dug into your leg, dragging down as you run.

It disappeared as your eyes shoot open, someone was leaning over you, saying your name. "Wake up. You're dreaming. Y/n."

"Anakin?" You ask, breath coming out in heaves. He nodded, brushing the hair away from your face. "Anakin I don't know what happened. I had to run from someone, but I don't know who. I thought I recognized the presence, but I don't know who it was. I was trying to get to someone, I think you, but I couldn't because the road seemed to go on forever. I think you were in danger." You admitted. He laid down next to you, and you immediately crawled next to him, laying on his arm. He enveloped you in warmth and familiarity as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

He placed a kiss on your forehead, saying, "I'm not in danger now though. I'm okay. I'm sure if I'm in danger for real, you'll be able to get to me. Maybe," his voice took on a joking tone, "I'll be your damsel in distress." He poked your side, and you let out a breathy laugh.

In public/risky situations ~

Okay. This man. I swear he does this because he likes the fucking thrill. The ducking into empty corridors to push you against the wall, assaulting your lips with his. The hiding in the very back booth at a diner or bar so he could kiss you out in the open. The sneaky kisses on the forehead when Obi-Wan wasn't looking (but he knows, he fucking knows — the rat bastard) and then the sly giggles after.

Oh but this time was the worst of all. You were already late to a meeting with the council, but to make it even better, Anakin has decided to drag you away from the door just as you're about to meet the council. He doesn't even bother to go down another hallway, he pushes you against the wall, right next to the door that the council is on the other side of. "I love you." He says in a low, hoarse voice.

"I love you too," you put a hand over his mouth, "but we're going to get caught. They can probably sense that we're out here." He grabbed your hand with his, rubbing small circles on the palm of it.

"That's the fun of it." I fucking knew it. Your eyes went wide, jaw dropping. It took everything you had not to start laughing your ass off. You rolled your eyes, bringing his mouth to yours harshly. His hands met your waist, pulling you to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you kissed him deeper.

You sighed into his mouth, "We..." He interrupted you, kissing you again. "We have to get in there." You were able to say between it all.

"No," he pulled away for a moment to speak, then moved to your neck. He kissed at your neck, and your stomach was doing flips, jaw hanging open.

"Anakin," you moaned put in a whisper. "We have to. They'll know."

"I'm sure they already do." He never pulled away from you and the vibrations from his voice sent shivers down your spine. You finally came to your senses, and smacked the back of his head. He stopped kissing you immediately, "Did I make you uncomfortable?" He double checked.

"Oh Jesus, no. Too comfortable, in fact. But we have to get in there." He smiled, and laying one last kiss on your lips, he walked in there. You were left disheveled and horny. "Damn." You groan, leaning your head back against the wall. You push yourself off, and take a deep breath while fixing your clothes, running a hand over your head, hoping you looked presentable.

You pushed the door open after a half second more, meeting the stares of the council with a calm face. "Hello," you wave your hand slightly before taking your usual seat next to Anakin.

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calling all cm writers: i want to follow y’all. interact w this pls, preferably reblog so we can all share friends hehe. let’s be mutual buddies :)

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Any Shirt You Want ~ Jedi!Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader

Inspiration: Who the hell knows

Summary: A spilled drink, a kidnapping, and a sweetheart Jedi can change everything. But what happens when he spills a drink on you, effectively ruining your night? What happens when that leads to the capture of one of the most notorious Jedi-turned-Siths heard of? And when you find out that you yourself is strong with the force? And it all leads to a special relationship with the man who started it all.

Warnings: not canon compliant, fluff, language, didn't mean to model reader after Han Solo but I kind of did

Requested: No, but they're open!

Story word count: 4,243 words. It's pretty long but I'm pretty proud of it!

"Oh, come on!" You cried, cursing your luck. You had just lost the last of your credits to a slime ball who you just knew had cheated or slipped a card up one of his many fat rolls. You threw your cards down on the table, "Help a girl out? That was my dinner!"

It just muttered something in an alien language which you didn't have a chance at understanding.

Your eyebrows kinked together, "Huh?" The creature just grumbled, glaring at you, and shook his head no.

Damn it. Third night in a row, I really gotta stop playing with cheating dirt bags.

You went to find your friend since birth (almost), Zola. He was quite the charmer, but you had known him almost all your eighteen years. He was a goofball once you got to know him, but the "ladies" were normally gone by then. You were one in the same, though you didn't sleep around quite as much. You were more into the flirting, the game of it all.

You shoved past the people that crowded the casino of Coruscant, fighting off a few wandering hands on the way. That was to be expected though, you were a beautiful girl surrounded by drunk idiots. Didn't make it okay, but you expected it.

Despite that, Coruscant was where you felt the most at home, alive. Something about the bustling streets and abundance of people made you feel secure.

Ah, finally. There he is.

You had spotted Zola chatting up a girl, no surprise there, while he tossed a pair of dice on the green felt table. You heard the crowd yell, and then Zola whispering in the ear of the girl. Probably something like calling her a "lucky charm." You had seen it all.

You decided to leave him to his tricks, and get a drink. Possibly start up another game of poker with a group of folks you know can't pay back. You leaned against the counter, "Hey, barkeep, what do I gotta do to get a drink around here?" You asked with a wink to the girl and a grin on your face.

"Well first," she turned, "my name is Chip. And second, you have to have something to pay me with." She looked you up and down, a judging look on her face.

You spread your hands, raising your brows, "Well, that's debatable, Chip. Guy says he didn't cheat, but you know how people 'round these parts are."

She gave you a small smile, "Well then I'm afraid you can't have a drink then, sweetheart." You scrunched your nose, "Damn. Oh well, worth a shot." You said with a shrug, and turned around to go collect Zola's money. He was much better at Craps than you. But as you turned around, you collided head first into a wall of black and felt something cold running down the front of your shirt.

"I'm sorry about that." The man said. You shook your head, aggravated, "It's fine. Excuse me," you said, pushing past him and heading towards Zola.

You walked towards him, tapping him on the shoulder, distracting him from his game. "We have to go, some guy spilled his drink on me." He turned around, a dazed look on his face. You sighed, aggravated.

"Come on, Zola. We have to go. Get your shit and let's get out of here."

"Why, Y/n?" He whined, "I'm having fun with Gentry."

"It's Gia." She slurred, leaning over his lap to look at you and giving you a big grin.

"Nice to meet ya, Gia. I have to take your boy toy home now. Big day tomorrow." You gave her a tight lipped smile, of which you lied right through. Big day, my ass.

You grabbed Zola by his tunic, dragging him off the stool. That was when you noticed the people watching you, waiting for you to continue the game or drag odd the man that was screwing them out of their money. "We're collecting." Is what you said to the Dealer Bot, he nodded in response and transferred the money to the account Zola had programmed.

"That is 600 credits to your friend Zola's account, miss" Your eyes went wide, nodding your head. Nice job Zola, you thought.

You thanked the droid and dragged Zola towards the exit. "C'mon, Y/n/n, you could've at least let me say goodbye." You rolled your eyes, knowing if he said "goodbye" then he would have ended up in her bed, regretting everything.

"No, Zola." You said, but as you were walking out the door, you ran into a familiar face... Er, well, chest. Your eyes flared up in anger, "You're the one who spilled your drink on me!" You yelled. "This is a grey shirt, your drink was lime green! You better find a way to pay me back." You glared at him.

"Again, I'm really sorry about that. But I have to go." He looked over the top of your head, evidently for someone. He wasn't paying attention at all, your words went in one ear and out the other.

"I'm talking to you." You said impatiently, grabbing onto Zola's shirt when he tried to wander back off.

"Listen, I'm sorry." He was looking at you now, and he was not happy. He was panicked and worried about whoever he was looking for. "But I'm looking for someone important, now take your boyfriend and get out of here before something bad happens." You scoffed, crossing your arms.

"First," you cocked your head to the side. "He isn't my boyfriend. And second, is that a threat?!" You all but yelled again, getting ready to defend yourself if needed.

"No, someone dangerous is here and we're trying to find him. But I can't do that because Obi-Wan is missing." Your eyes widened in realization. He was a Jedi. You recognized the name — Obi-Wan.

Those guys were awesome. But this one was a jerk. Maybe.

"Whatever. I still want another shirt. You've gone and stained this one."

"Later." He was distracted again, being as polite as he could as he squeezed past you in the doorway. You squinted your eyes at him, but opted out of whatever he was involved in. If what he said was true, and he was likely telling the truth, then someone dangerous was here. And you were just about caught up between it all.

Zola saw your ship before you did, and went running off, stumbling a couple times, towards the ship. That was when you heard light footsteps behind you. The Jedi's words rang out like a siren in your head, 'someone dangerous is here.'

You sped up, holding your head high and balling up your fists'.

You heard them speed up, but maybe it was just your imagination. You hoped it was just your imagination.

But then you couldn't move. Your legs felt like they were glued to the ground, no matter how much you struggled. You couldn't move. "Help!" You screamed. "Help me!"

You heard then directly behind you now. "Quiet." They hissed. And then you couldn't open your mouth. Your face was frozen in fear, mouth closed but eyes a silent cry for help. Their fingers were cold as they trailed down your arm, you jerked away from him, shoulder hitting his mouth. You saw his face. His twisted, scarred face. Yet underneath, you could see the youthful beauty it once held. You recognized him from a broadcast you saw a month ago. Ethbren, a Jedi turned Sith. Your eyes widened in fear. He had killed many Jedi Masters, Padawans, and younglings. Not to mention the numerous civilians he had captured and tortured until they submitted to him and pledged themselves to the dark side.

Your head snapped back towards your ship, where you could see Zola clambering up the steps. You wished he was sober, maybe he would look over here and come help you. Instead you were left to struggle against the man's icy grip.

He was dragging you to his ship. You tried to kick him, but he stopped you every time. But you didn't stop struggling against him. Just seconds later, you saw two people burst through the doors of the casino, it was the man who spilled his drink on you and an older one who you recognized as Obi-Wan Kenobi. You struggled even harder against Ethbren, trying once again to scream for them, but to no avail.

But they spotted you anyways, and started sprinting towards you. Or maybe it was just towards the former Jedi they had waited so long to capture.

Ethbren saw them, and shoved you up the stairs onto his ship, but you just planted yourself on the steps. Lashing out when he tried to move you, it delayed him nearly none.

He kicked you onto the ship, and closed the hatch, you beat against it as he walked towards the captain's area. He had released his hold on you now that you were on the ship, because now you couldn't escape. You were beating on the door, looking out the small circle window towards the two Jedi's who were now only separated from you by inches. They took out their lightsabers and they motioned for you to back up, and to distract Ethbren you started yelling at him instead.

"How dare you kidnap me!" You screamed as you walked away from the door and towards the cockpit. "I'll have your head once I'm out of here. You hear me you egg tin? You're dead!" He ignored you, so you decided to keep screaming profanities.

"You fucking piece of shit, you hear me egg tin? You slimy piece of worm-ridden filth! You let me go right now or I'll sick Zola on you!" You spat on his control panel, just to piss him off. That last part was not a lie, once Zola sobered up and found out about this, he would raise hell.

Ethbren spun out of his chair quicker than you could blink, and backed you up against the wall. "You're going to sick your boyfriend on me? Or is he your dog?"

"He's not either one you dungcreeper." You shoved him away from you, making him crash into his little seat once again. You turned back towards the door where you found the Jedi's had broken through the door, well, cut through. You broke out into a grin for the first time that night. They looked shocked, impressed, even. Though for what you weren't sure.

"Guess what, you're not the only one with tricks." He growled from the cockpit, and immediately you felt your throat closing, air barely able to escape and you looked at the two Jedi who, without a seconds hesitation, broke out into action. They twisted around you towards Ethbren, who when he saw the two Jedi's, flung you across the room.

You hit a wall, and you felt a stinging sensation above your eye. You tried standing, but you got dizzy. You took a deep breath and stood up. You brought a hand up to your eyebrow, and it hurt when you touched it, and came back red.

A yell brought your attention back to the fighting group. Ethbren had been stabbed through his leg with the lightsaber, and fell to the floor on his knees.

"Surrender, Ethbren. You've hurt too many people." Obi-Wan glanced over at his partner, and without a word passing between the two, the man turned and walked towards you, retracting his lightsaber. You wiped the trickle of warm blood that had ran down just a little bit away from your eye and onto your shirt. It was ruined anyways. What was a little blood?

"Are you okay?" He asked, wincing at the cut on your forehead. He started to usher you out of the ship and onto solid ground again, leaving Obi-Wan to arrest Ethbren.

"I'm okay." But your voice came out hoarse and sore.

"I'll get you a new shirt. It's not a big deal." He smiled at you, making you shake your head.

"It's alright." You rubbed at your throat, still sore. You gave him a small smile as you reached the door of the casino. You really should be getting on your ship and leaving. But you couldn't bring yourself to.

"I'm Anakin." He said after a moment of an awkward silence. "You're Y/n?" You raised your eyebrows at him, how the hell did he know that? You dabbed at your eyebrow with you ruined shirt, patting away the blood.

"I overheard you and your friend in the casino." You let out a small, "Oh," and nodded.

Thankfully, Obi-Wan came out, holding the traitor in chains. "Anakin!" He yelled, "Come here." Anakin glanced at you before jogging to Obi-Wan. He started speaking to him, and you sat on the ground, still somewhat in shock. You knocked the tips of your shoes together as you stared at the ground. You didn't even notice the trio walking up to you until they scared you half to death.

You glanced up, taking in a sharp breath when you saw them standing over you. "Jeez. Say something next time." You laughed as you stood up.

"I'll get you, bitch." Ethbren snapped. You rolled your eyes.

"I'll hold you to that." You gave a fake grin.

"Thank you for you assistance, Y/n." Obi-Wan spoke to you now, giving you a nod. "Now, I believe that Anakin might be able to explain this better than I, so I will be taking the prisoner to the ship."

"It was self preservation, it wasn't a big deal." You shrugged, wondering what Anakin could possibly say better than Obi-Wan.

He nodded once at you, and yanked Ethbren away, as you wiggled your fingers at Ethbren.

You let out a sigh after he was out earshot, slumping back against the wall. You closes your eyes, rubbing your your temples. A splitting headache had started to eat away at your head, and your patience.

"As he was saying, there is something odd about you."

"That's nice." You snorted.

"No," he scrambled to correct himself, "I just meant something different. No, that's not right either. Just something you wouldn't normally see in a person." He smiled at you, hoping to the maker that that had made sense.

You cocked an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"Uhm, Obi-Wan noticed that there was a strong presence of the force in you. He wants you to join us on our trip back to the temple, just to see what it was about." He licked his lips, opening his hands in proposition.

"I, Uhm, me?" You, have the force? "Are you sure? Maybe you were picking up on what's-his-face." There might have been a couple times, where you had been able to convince someone to do something for you, or you had just barely missed being hit by something though it seemed it was coming right for you. But that wasn't the force. It happened to everyone. Didn't it?

"He says it was you. I understand this can be frightening. But-"

"No, not frightening, I'm actually overly-excited. Just shocked." You said, letting out a huff of air. "I'll have to fly my ship, it's right over there." You gestured towards your ship, still processing the information.

"Great, I'll accompany you." He nodded once, a smile on his face. You nodded.

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Ten minutes later you were dumping cold water on Zola, waking him up with a shout. "What the hell?" He said, voice sounding like sleep.

"Long story. But I was almost kidnapped, choked, screamed at the dude who did it, and found out that I'm gonna be a Jedi while you've been passed out in here for the last hour." You pull him off the seats he was sitting across, and introduced him to Anakin. "Zola, this is Anakin. He's showing us how to get to the Jedi temple." Zola's eyes were wide, and he licked his lips and looked down at his knees.

"You were kidnapped?!" He yelled, standing up. His entire demeanor changed, from sleepy and disoriented to enraged and terrifying. It as directed at Ethbren, but he was still pretty intimidating when he was angry.

"Almost. But I'm gonna be a fucking Jedi, dude. Focus on that, the kidnapping was temporary." He looked at you, a blank expression on his face.

"What the actual fuck? You were almost kidnapped, and you're worrying about being a Jedi." He was still raising his voice at you, but he was more worried about your sanity than your safety as of right now.

"Yes I'm worried about being a Jedi! Why wouldnt I be? that shits gonna be awesome."

Zola's mouth made an 'o' shape, and he made strangled noises. "Wh- Y/n! U- W- Are you serious?!" His voice got squeaky as he went on, and he was about to laugh. You could just tell. But it wasn't because something was funny, it was because it was the only thing he could do besides yell.

"Calm yourself, Zola." You raised an eyebrow. "It's all god." You shrugged, turning to Anakin. "Do you know how to pilot this thing?"

His smile was enormous. "Do I know how to fly this?"

Twenty minutes later, you were smiling too. Screaming as well, but smiling nonetheless. "Damn, you're a better pilot than I am." You looked back at Zola, who looked like he was gonna be sick.

"Hey!" You snapped at Zola, making him look up. "If you're gonna puke on my ship, do it in a bucket."

He nodded, "Yeah yeah, I know."

Anakin looked over at you in the Co-Pilot seat and smiled. "You're excited?" You answered with a quick nod. "Good, cause we're here." Your smile grew larger and larger as he landed your ship, and you bolted off of the ship, barely waiting for Anakin to get off.

"No, I'm good!" You heard Zola yell. "You go ahead, I'm gonna stay behind. My head hurts." You let out a loud laugh, nodding.

"Don't puke on my fucking ship!" You hollered a warning back to him.

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You lay down at the end of the night, exhausted. You had to meet the council, and Obi-Wan had to explain everything to you. You didn't even recall half of the information. But you could bullshit your way out of anything. Even after everything else, you had to stand around and listen to Obi-Wan lecture Anakin about making an hour trip in twenty minutes. It was hard not to laugh.

Zola had been given a temporary room in a nearby hotel. You accompanied him, but didn't stay for long before bidding him a goodnight.

But now you were exhausted and you couldn't sleep. However that the hell . What the hell, you thought, I'm not gonna get kicked out for walking around.

You kicked off the blankets that Anakin had given you and threw on a jacket and some socks. You creeped out of the room, quiet so you didn't wake anyone.

You walking down one of the many hallways in the temple, wandering where to, you weren't sure. But you heard a door creak, and spun around, almost falling because of your socks. You caught yourself before you could make anymore noise, just barely stifling a laugh. "Hello?"

You put on a deep voice, and slunk into the shadows, "Hello, young Anakin." But burst out coughing seconds later.

"Y/n?" You could hear the smile in his voice.

"Yessir." You stepped out from behind the corner, seeing him standing outside of one of the only doors scattered in the hallway. "I couldn't sleep." You shrugged.

"Oh. Mind if I join you on your walk?" You made a 'why not' face, "Sure."

He nodded, shutting the door behind him and catching up with you. "Why couldn't you sleep?"

"Fuck I don't know, jitters maybe? But really I just have a hard time falling asleep anywhere." He nodded. You supposed he must understand, why else would he be up? "What about you?"

"Bad dreams." He muttered.

"Do you wanna talk about them?"

"No." He said, shaking his head. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, turning down another hallway. This one was much colder, and it seemed abandoned. "Can we be down here?" It felt like a ghost town, like somewhere that would be restricted. Either way, it made your blood run cold.

Your voice was quiet, it seemed fitting for the bone-chilling atmosphere.

"I can't see why not. I don't think that anyone goes down here anymore is all." His voice was too loud in the quiet of the hallway. Now all the sound that remained was the padding of feet against the freezing floor. You heard a door slam, and froze. Anakin stopped as well, but looking back at you, he grabbed your hand and pulled you forward and turned down another hall.

This one was better lit, but still no sign of life in it. "Anakin maybe we should go back. Take a different route." You shook your head as you spoke, stopping him. You hadn't realized that you were still clinging to his hand. But he was warm as you were cold, calm compared to your anxiety.

"It's okay, this next turn should lead us to a busier section." He squeezed your shoulder, and pulled you along while rubbing circles on the top of your hand with his thumb. You just nodded. "Okay."

You walked for another moment in silence until you heard a voice shouting from behind you, "What the hell are you two doing? You aren't supposed to be out of bed!" You froze along with Anakin, and immediately the two of you started running, he unfortunately let go of your hand. You screeched a laugh as the guard groaned, shouting after you. Anakin took an abrupt turn, grin on his face, pulling you to the left, down another hallway. Before the guard turned the corner, he pulled you to the left, and took another right immediately after. He yanked you into an open room, silently shutting the door behind you.

"Is this the training room?" You asked when you noticed the training sabers lying around the room on scuffed up mats.

"Yeah." He spoke dreamily, as if caught up in memories, maybe fantasies. Maybe neither. You walked towards a saber without processing it completely, and clicked it on. You waved it through the air, listening to the buzzing that followed.

"Want me to show you how to use it?" He asked quietly. You looked over to him and nodded eagerly. "Please do." He picked up another training saber and positioned his hands, showing it to you after.

"See? Just your dominant hand above the other, but try to keep your wrists' loose." You followed his actions, but clicked it off until he told you to turn it back on. "Good, that's good. Just. . ." He trailed off as he came over to you, putting his light saber down. He put his hands over yours, turning them a little bit. "That way it'll be easier to move around and block an advance." But he didn't move his hands from yours.

Rather, he froze, looking into your eyes. You heard his breathing slow down as he attempted to slow his racing heart. His eyes flicked down to your lips, but not move back up. Instead, he took the training saber from you and dropped it to the ground. It landed with a thud. His hands moved up your arms and one rested on the nape of your neck, the other kept moving to your cheek. You took a slight, shuddering breath in as his tongue darted out from his mouth, licking his lips before chewing on the bottom one. Your stomach was twisting around as you waited for him to do something.

"I really wanna kiss you." His voice was low and practiced. As if he had been anticipating this.

"Then do it." And he did. He pressed his chapped lips against your soft ones and let out a low sigh. You melded against him, sinking into his touch as if he were quicksand. Your hands moved to grip his shirt as you tried to pull him closer to you, pressing your lips harder against his. His hand that rested on the nape of your neck moved down to your waist, squeezing you as he pulled away from you reluctantly. You let out a gratified sigh, leaning into his hand. He leaned down and pressed a subdued kiss to your lips.

The next words you spoke came in a whisper, a reluctant question that you weren't sure you wanted the answer to. "What happens now, Anakin?" You opened your eye to find his already cracked open and staring at you. "Doesn't the code say something about attachments?"

"Screw the code. We'll hide. I don't care."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Okay." You smiled. Anakin grinned wide, before picking you up, holding you in a hug, and spinning you around once and setting you back down. He kissed you once more, with a little more need this time, his hands were in your hair and your arms were around his waist, grabbing onto his back.

"You can have any shirt of mine you want. I don't care as long as I'm the one who gets to see you in them." He muttered against your lips, making you laugh into the kiss.

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Jedi!Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Jedi!Reader

Inspiration: he's really pretty and I'm really cold

Summary: Anakin sneaks into your room at night, every night. But tonight is different in more ways than one.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, not canon-compliant, please message me if I miss anything!

Requested: No, but they're open!

A/n: My God, I love him with all of my heart. I'm very touch starved right now and I want someone to hold me tight.I will be rebooting this on my main account @sydneekomspacekru. I wrote this blurb in 4 hours, new record! I'm tired.

Story word count: 2095

You were trying to be patient, you really were. But it was so hard. It was always so hard, but tonight was even harder.

You lay on your bed, knees pulled into your chest, trying desperately to keep warm. But your room was the coldest out of them all. You had forgotten about that. Normally he was here the second the lights shut off. But tonight was different. Obi Wan had noticed something was off between the two of you, so you had to be more careful: stop being so obvious.

But it was hard to stay away from him. He was warm, and soft, and safe. He had your heart completely, all you asked in return was that he give you his. And he readily gave you all of his and more. He was the most wonderful person, he made you feel loved. The feeling that bubbled up in your stomach when you saw him was indescribable. Somewhere between the butterflies you get when you first see someone attractive, and the passion you feel when you see somebody you love. It was a fierce, warm feeling. God, it was amazing. He was amazing, and so beautiful. And kind and good and everything you had every even dreamed of being. He made you giddy and it was indescribable. No words written with even the most beautiful of pen and paper writing the most poetic words could ever do the love that you shared a fraction of the justice it deserved.

You were getting antsy though, colder by the minute. Okay, that was an exaggeration. You just really needed him with you. Please, you thought, let him get here soon.

Then came the little pattern of knocks he had always used. Long before you had even realized you were in love, before you had gotten together. He had used his little pattern 'knock knock, pause, knock knock.'

It was a crazy thought, though, to think that there had existed a time where you were apart. Two halves of a heart, separated by millions of miles and planets. Until Obi Wan connected the two of you.

You flung the blanket off of your body, regretting it after the cold air hit your legs. You forced yourself to slow down when you got to the door, opening it slowly so it didn't creak.

Your face lit up, a big, giddy grin broke out. You pulled him in, and after you made sure to shut the door (slowly, again), you spun around and jumped onto him. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, burrying his face into your neck and lifting you off the ground. You held onto him like a starving man, and he was a feast. Like you hadn't just seen him a mere eight hours ago. But in all reality, you hadn't. You had seen a mask that both of you were forced to put up around everyone.

You held onto him still as he walked with you to the bed, laying you down on your back and laying down on top of you. You took a deep breath in, thankful that you could finally hold him as you longed to during the day. "Anakin," was all you said. Truthfully, it was all you had to say. He knew. Your hands moved to his hair and your legs relaxed as he settled between them.

"Y/n." He spoke against your neck, sending the slight vibrations up and down it. You let out a surprised giggle as he spoke. You let out an involuntary shudder out of the goosebumps that he had caused, on top of the fact that you were already freezing. He lifted his head up, a sleepy smile plastered on his face. "Are you cold?"

"I always am without you." You leaned up just slightly to peck him on the lips, but as always you find yourself melting into him. Letting him kiss you deeper, his hand traveled up to cup your cheek. You let out a quiet, happy sigh as he pulled away from you, his lips hovering over yours for a second.

You lay there as he shuffled around the blankets, but noticed that he was moving kind of weird. Maybe it was training today, you thought. He smiled at you as he finally got the blankets to settle of top of the two of you. You took your position next to him, as you always do, laying on your side, facing him, face hiding in his chest.

You lay there in silence, thankful for the peace you had for the time being. You never got time like this unless it was in your room, after you were supposed to be asleep. So a lot of times it was silent. But it felt as if there were a lot of unsaid things floating around both of you tonight. Normally you felt completely at peace and safe, nothing can bother you or Anakin. Tonight he wanted to say something. But you didn't know what, but you knew he would say something if he wanted to.

"I love you." You said quietly, words dripping with sleep. You rarely got the time or the privacy to say them, so saying them to each other was a privilege. Normally you had to mouth it, or your eyes said it, or the tone of voice. It was difficult, but it was what kept your relationship going, the effort. The amount to effort you put into one another to make sure the other knows how much they mean to you. You truly love each other so much.

After another minute or so, you figured he was asleep. "Goodnight, Anakin." You lifted up your head to give him a soft kiss, but realized he was awake. Though he wasn't moving. "Anakin?"

He just stayed there, a look of conflict on his face. He opened and closed his mouth before finally blurting out, "Marry me." Your jaw dropped, and you sat up, hand on his chest.

"Marry you?" You whispered in shock, excitement bubbled up in your stomach and threatened to spill over. He nodded, sitting up slowly, pulling something out of his pocket.

It was a silver band, and you couldn't have loved it any more. You covered your hand with your mouth, tears pricked at your eyes as you frantically nodded your head. "Yes, absolutely, Anakin." You were beaming at him as he slid the ring over your left ring finger. You admired the ring that now bound the two of you together, twisting it around your finger.

"It's not much, but I got the best I could." He said hesitantly.

"Anakin, shut up." You laughed, smiling at him. "You could have tied a piece of string around my finger and I would have said yes." You wiped away the tears that had spilled over, and wrapped your arms around his neck, climbing into his lap. You could feel him smiling as he hugged you around the waist, burying his face in your neck. You felt the tickle of his lisp as they ghosted over the skin of your neck. "I can't wait to spend my life with you." He said, kissing your shoulder.

You let out a laugh at that, your cheeks were starting to hurt, but it didn't matter. "We'll have little Padawan's for Obi Wan to train." You smiled as he kisses you, leaning you back on the bed, your head at the foot of the bed now.

Anakin's hands made their way up your body, one next to your head to support himself, and one lay resting on your hip. His lips parted yours as he deepened the kiss. Your noses bumped and he lay his forehead against yours. Your hands were in his hair when the door opened with a creak. Both of you scrambled to sit up, still intertwined, and you were half in his lap, left hand on his shoulder that was facing the door.

It was Obi Wan. You glanced over at Anakin, trying to meet his eyes. But he wasn't looking. Both of you were too scared to move. You were clinging to Anakin for real this time, you weren't sure what was going to happen, you had broken the code. C-3PO came running, well if whatever he was doing counted as running, just seconds after Obi Wan had opened the door.

"I'm terribly sorry, Master Skywalker." Threepio said over Obi Wan's shoulder. "I tried to stop him." Anakin just nodded his head a little bit. You bit your lip, readjusting so you were sitting beside Anakin instead, though he still held on to you. His arm was around your waist, holding your hand. Obi Wan just ushered Threepio away, and closed the door after he walked in.

He stood facing the door, and when you realized he wouldn't be turning around anytime soon, Anakin started to whisper to you. "What ever happens, I'm by your side." He said into your ear, still hanging on to you. "I won't leave you, my wife."

You lay your head on his shoulder, "Promise?" He shook his head yes. Tears burned your eyes for the second time tonight, yet for completely opposite reasons — spending the rest of your life with Anakin, and possibly spending the rest of it without him.

Obi Wan finally turned around to find you two still holding on to each other for dear life, and you were fidgeting with the silver band on your left hand. "You're married?" Was what he asked. Not, 'How long?' Or 'When?' Or telling you that it's over for the both if you, that you'll be stripped of any and all ranks and be thrown into prison.

"Not yet," Anakin says, voice shaking, "it just happened tonight." He didn't dare look at Obi Wan and instead grabbing your hand to spin the ring around your finger, you get your right hand drop to his leg. Anakin was sitting there, legs crossed and facing the foot of the bed, while you were sitting with your legs over his lap, facing the Obi Wan. You watched as Obi Wan just nodded, processing the information. You took a shuddering breath, before speaking up.

"Listen, I'm sorry for breaking the code. But to be frank, it's ridiculous." Both of the men's heads snapped up. Though Anakin was looking at you with a strange sense of pride, and Obi Wan looked shocked. "It is. How can the council expect you not to form an attachment when you basically raise the children during their most important years?

"You teach them about the Jedi and how to fight, but you taught me and Anakin about love and compassion, and friendship as well. How do you expect the children not to form an attachment? They grow up together, fight together, protect together. Obi Wan," you took a deep breath. "Just don't blame Anakin, he's the more important Jedi here." He started to protest but you kept talking, though he did kiss your cheek. "But we love each other. More than what you would think possible. We want a family, we want to live our lives together. That won't effect our performance as Jedi's." You let out an audible sigh, and curled into Anakin.

As fucked up as it was, it was nice being able to be physical with Anakin around other people. Even if it was the last time you might get too see each other. Obi Wan stood there, dumbstruck. You never talked back to him, not any other superiors.

"As long as it doesn't interfere with your training or the missions, I didn't see anything tonight." He said after what felt like an eternity of silence. You felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you threw your arms around Anakin's stomach, and he fell backwards onto the bed. He closed his eyes, holding you for a second before you both sat up again.

"Thank you, so much, Obi Wan." You said, tears clouding your vision. He smiled at you, nodding before going on his way.

You turned and looked at Anakin after the door shut, smiling. "We're getting married." He beamed at you.

"We're gonna spend our lives together, we can have kids." You kissed him, it was very bittersweet after the events of the last hour and a half. Getting engaged, celebrating, getting caught, thinking you're going to lose each other, and now you can get married. No sneaking around about it this time.

"I love you Anakin."

"I love you too, Y/n."

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sydneekomspacekru · 3 years

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Southern Tradition ~ S.R x Southern!Fem!Bau!Reader ~ 1

Inspiration: Listening to country music and realizing how inherently southern I am no matter how much I try not to be🙃

Summary: Spencer's new neighbor is... captivating. Her name is Y/n, she's from Texas, and she has a six-month old named Austin. She chose to work at the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, she starts in four months, and Hotch has decided to keep her spot open. But the only thing is, Y/n is a little intimidating.

Warnings: language, Southern shit, alcohol, food, friends (who are secretly in love with each other) to lovers

A/n: Y/n is not prejudiced in any way, just so yall know. Y/n is 27 and Spencer is 31. Not too much of an age gap. Also we're gonna pretend Maeve is happy and alive and not hiding from a stalker so her and Spencer don't meet.

You stood, looking at your apartment, holding your baby girl, Austin, against you. She was barely six months, and it was tough moving from Texas to Virginia with her. You decided not to drive, knowing that you would have to stop to breastfeed her every couple hours. You flew, and you had managed to keep her quiet for almost the entire flight.

Your music was down low, not wanting to disturb her, when a loud knock caused her to stir. You bounced her, patting her back as you answered the door, slightly annoyed. "Yes?" You asked, it was a short, stubby man.

"Your stuff arrived, where do you want us to put it?" Right. Your stuff. You had it shipped, along with your truck. You took the essentials in yours and Austin's suitcases, but you had the rest delivered.

"Damn," you whispered. "Could you please come back later? I just got her down." Giving the man - Barry, as his name tag told you - a pleading smile.

"No, sorry. We have three other houses to get to."

You sighed, getting annoyed again. "Just set it in the living room, and please try to keep quiet." You hadn't meant to sound rude, but apparently you had. Because the man looked you up and down, a look of disapproval on his face, eyeing the way you were dressed - high waisted jeans and an unbuttoned flannel, a t-shirt underneath. Your hair was in messy French braids, to keep it out of your face.

He left, yelling down the hallway - "Bring it up, boys! Apartment 25!"

Austin whined, throwing her arm out, hitting your chin. You chuckled, opening the door all the way, so they didn't kick it open like you knew they probably would if it wasn't already all the way open. "It's alright, my love. You're okay." You grabbed a bottle from the fridge, tossing it in the microwave and when it was done you took it to the living room, ready to feed Austin.

The men came blundering through the open door, somehow making more noise than they would have opening it. "Sorry, ma'am." A man - not Barry - gave you a smile.

You shook your head, mouthing 'It's fine.' Austin had closed her eyes, and you were trying to get her to sleep so you could lay her down.

They finished bringing the boxes, and a few bedside tables, in without too much noise. Thankfully, Austin kept asleep, and after they left you layed her down in her bassinet. You turned on Luke Combs, it helped her keep asleep, and turned it up some. You also plugged in a little baby camera so you could see her from the living room, which was just outside of your room.

You sighed, kissing her head lightly, and went to the living room, where there were boxes upon boxes, waiting to be unpacked. You plugged in the baby monitor, checking on Austin every couple minutes.

You had pulled out your and Austin's clothes, folding hers and hanging yours up in your closet. You had set up the TV in the living room on an electric fireplace stand, and turned on one of the Football games.

You weren't paying much attention to the score, but instead humming along to the music, when another knock came at you door. It was quieter this time, hesitant almost. You glanced in at Austin, and went to open the door. "Are you with the moving company too?"

The man was tall, and pretty, in glasses and a sweater vest over a dress shirt. An odd combination, but it suited him.

"N-no, I'm actually from the apartment next to yours. I'm Doctor Spencer Reid." He smiled at you, fumbling over his words.

"Good to meet you Doctor," you said, smiling. "Is my music too loud? I can turn it down if I need to, it just helps my baby sleep."

"Uhm, actually nevermind. It's alright, but actually, studies have shown that music helps develop a babies brain even before birth. And others have shown that learning to play an instrument as a child can help improve school scores, but as a small child," you leaned against the door frame, amused. He talked with his hands, and he seemed to get excited when he could share information. "It's been proven that classical music is actually better for a small child than any other, including country, which is what you're listening too." You cocked an eyebrow. You didn't take too kindly to being told that Austin's learning is being affected by the music that your parents listened to, and you were top of your classes.

"It sounds to me, Doctor Reid, that what you're sayin' is that my music is makin' Austin dumb. And just so you know," you leaned in closer to him, "I listened to that music growin up, and look where I'm at now. I start for one of the most important branches of the FBI in four months. Where are you?" You smiled, angry at the attractive man for making you seem like a bad mother.

"What branch? Because I also work for the FBI."

"What a coincidence!" You exclaimed sarcastically, this guy was probably lying. "Let me guess, you also work for the BAU." He was taken aback, mouth falling open.

"Yeah, I do."

You scoffed at him.

"Then I don't think we've gotten off to a great start, have we?" Shaking your head, you heard whines coming from your bedroom. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to check on Austin."

You walked off, leaving the door because you were not done talking to him. You rounded the corner of your bedroom, smile adorning your face as you saw that her eyes were opened, waiting for you to scoop her up as always. You did, kissing her cheeks. "Aww, my lovebug. You aren't used to it here just yet, are you? Can't sleep for more than an hour at a time." You carried her back to the front room, where Spencer still stood in the doorway. You cocked an eyebrow, "Well come in. You didn't expect to finish the conversation out in the hall now did you?" You pursed your lips, motioning for him to come in with one arm.

Spencer stuttered for a moment before coming in, observing the half unpacked boxes around you. "Don't profile me, Doctor Reid." You rolled your eyes playfully, in a better mood now that Austin was there.

"Oh, I-i wasn't. I just noticed the lack of books. Personally my apartment is filled with them, all different genres. Mostly non-fiction but I do like fiction also. Do you like to read?" You smiled at him, turning your music off, and hummed a yes. You sat down in your recliner, holding Austin close to you.

"Yes I do. I just have to get'em unpacked." You gestured to the box that said "BOOKS" on it in large, sloppy cursive. He nodded, realizing he should have noticed it earlier.

You sat in silence for a minute, but you weren't paying any attention to that, you were more interested in what Spencer was thinking about as he glanced around your apartment, not too subtly. Every now and then he would glance back to Austin, pursing his lips.

"Do you want kids Doctor Reid?" You said after a few more moments. He smiled a bit, looking down at his hands.

"Yeah, someday," nodding as he said it.

"Do you want to hold Austin?"

His lips parted, not saying anything but shaking his head yes. You stood up, readjusting Austin so you could hand her to Spencer. He held out his arms eagerly. "Make sure to support her head..." you trailed off as he perfected anything that you hadn’t even thought about correcting.

"Well I'll be damned, you hold her better than I do." You said smiling.

"I've read multiple studies on how to properly hold a newborn and I've taken the most important pieces of that and formulated the best way to hold a baby." He whispered, looking at Austin before glancing back up at you. The silence that followed didn't last very long, she was getting restless.

You scooped her up, patting her back to calm her down. The next two hours were spent laying Austin down, unpacking, quiet laughing, picking Austin back up when you laughed too loud, and getting to know each other. You were falling for him fast, no doubt about it. He was smart, and kind, and funny, and amazing with Austin, and you couldn't help yourself from smiling whenever he went off on an information rant. And he was so, so pretty.

#Southern Tradition #Southern Tradition Part 1 #Southern Tradition 1 #Spencer Reid x reader #Spencer Reid x reader fluff #Spencer Reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds #dad!spencer

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Cowboy Casanova ~ Theo Nott x Fem!Reader ~ Part 1

Inspiration: Song Cowboy Casanova by Carrie Underwood.

Summary: You've never once had suspicions about your boyfriend, Draco. This was because you knew he would cheat, but you loved him too much to handle the heartbreak. So when it's over, you're the talk of the school. It hurt you tremendously, and it didn't help that people were calling you the whore. And the one person who you never would have expected to be there for you, was.

Warnings: Cheating (Draco), comfort (Theo), enemies to friends to lovers (Theo), fluffy man (Theo), language, toxic relationship, verbal abuse (somewhat, Draco), manipulation, mentions of sex, bullying, angst (Draco), Slytherin!Reader

A/n: Luna is all into auras and crystals and everything in this. And yall, Theo is tall. I'm thinking like 6'1 - 6'2.

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Your eyes stung. The picture before you was one you had seen many times before. Your boyfriend, the "Slytherin king," on top of another girl. One who wasn't you, or any that had been there before this one. But you could never bring yourself to leave. Until now.

"Are you going to watch, love, or join?" He sniggered, and the girl underneath him smacked his chest, giggling.

You took a shuddering breath, remembering what advice the younger Weasley girl, Ginny, had given you. 'He doesn't deserve you, leave him. Malfoy's always been a prick. You deserve better.' You grit your teeth, "Neither. I'm leaving." He rolled his eyes.

"You're leaving me?" He scoffed at you. "No you aren't, because you're weak, and stupid." He spat the last word. "And you love me too much."

Your first thought - he's right.

Your second thought - no he's not.

"No, I don't love you. Not anymore. I've come to collect my things, and you won't hear anything from me again."

"You'll be back, Love. You always are." You just shook your head no.

That was a week ago. He had shown no remorse for his actions, yet he was surprised you hadn't gone back to him. You tried to stay strong, and you have been successful so far.

But it was getting harder and harder, Draco had gone and spread rumors about your sex life. You had lost your virginity to him, and he had shared about how "much of a whore" you were. But in reality, you had only slept together once, and to be honest, it was overrated.

Now when you passed your fellow students in the hallways, you would hear the whispers -

"Did you hear what happened?"

"I can't believe it!"

"What a whore."

"Slut."

"I never would have thought it. Her."

It all led to you, crying in your dorm at the end of the day. But one of the perks to being a prefect was the private dorm. Not that it helped much when all you wanted to do was be around someone. Your room brought back memories that at one point you would have relished. But now, it was just a sick reminder of how little of a relationship you and Draco had had.

But those reminders didn't keep you from remembering the early days of your relationship. Ones filled with days spent in bed lying together, whispering secrets to each other. He would brush his fingers through your hair, whispering about how your love for each other was never ending. Now, it made your heart tighten, and sobs would rack your body. It amazed you, how fast your relationship took a turn for the worse.

Now was one of those times, you weren't sure if you wanted to be around someone or be completely alone. So, you would leave it up to fate. To wander the halls in your pajamas, cold, bare feet padding against the tile. You would walk around until either you were too tired to walk anymore or a professor made you go back to your dorm. But on the rare occasion, you would run into another student. Hardly one of your allies. Those were the nights you would return to your dorm with bruises littering your ribs.

Your feet were prickling from the cold, and made a quiet pat noise whenever you would take a step. You didn't want to sleep just yet, though. You didn't want to face the dark, empty feeling that threatened to swallow you whole when you were unable to sleep. You wrapped your arms around yourself tighter, thankful that you had thrown your robes on.

"Y/n?" Someone called.

You froze, and your breathing became shallow. You turned around slowly, relaxing and letting out a sigh of relief when you realized it was Luna. "Yes?" You whispered back, walking to her.

"Are you okay? I noticed that your aura was a bit off during class."

You smiled, "Yeah, I'm okay." She nodded, looking doubtful, but gave you a hug and bid you many goodbyes and goodnights.

You were alone yet again. Why do you do this to yourself? You're so stupid!

You were just dooming yourself, turning people away when what you needed the most... was someone to hold you.

An hour later, nearly four in the morning, you were finally able to tire yourself out. You gave a loud sigh as you started to make your way to your dorm.

"Well, well." You felt a sick sense of dread run through your body, you knew that voice.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" You spat sharply, turning to look at him. But it wasn't just him. It was him, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott. You had gotten to know each of them while you and Draco had been dating. You had never gotten along too well with any of them.

"What, now we're on a last name basis? How disappointing, and to think... hmph." He trailed off, smirking. He looked over to Pansy, giving a slight nod.

She came towards you wand raised, you scrambled for yours. Raising your wand up, ready to counteract whatever spell she shot at you, but before you could, her wand flew out of her hand. You looked noticing no one else besides the group in front of you, that was when you saw that Theo Nott had his wand out down by his side, pointed slightly at Pansy. You caught his eye, and you saw him shake his head no, just slightly as to not attract the attention of the others, who were now looking around in bewilderment. "Which one of you did that?" Draco snapped.

"I'll have your heads." He continued, raising his own wand at you. He opened his mouth, ready to shout a spell, when a rush of motion caused him to stop in the middle of his actions. It was Theo, once again stopping his friends from hurting you. His wand was at Draco's chest, and his face was hard. Draco was caught by surprise, his expression was one of betrayal.

"Oh, so you're the one who disarmed Pansy." Draco said, amused. "Move, Theo. Before I have to curse you too." He threatened, glaring at his friend.

"No, this is wrong. She's done nothing wrong." He refused to move out of the way. But then, Blaise's eyes widened, ripping them apart.

"Quiet, quiet." He motioned for them to listen. And surely, the quiet click of shoes against the hard tile of the castle was headed your way. You tucked your wand back into your robes, trying to locate which direction the person was coming from. You felt a hand grab yours, and pull you down the next hallway.

You failed, trying to push whoever it was off of you, since you couldn't see who it was in the dark hallway. But soft hands grabbed yours, "Sh, sh, Y/n. It's me." You ripped your hands out of Theo's, but stayed quiet, not wanting to be caught by a teacher.

You heard echoing voices, picking out McGonagall's voice, then-

"Detention, all of you."

"My father will hear about this."

"A week, then." And then Draco's scoffs as the professor threatened to add more to the sentence.

You smiled as you heard the group retreat, but it left you and Theo alone together. You looked up at him, "What did you do that for? I had it handled."

His mouth dropped slightly, in disbelief. "Are you serious? You had nothing handled. Pansy was going to jinx you." He was whispering, voice low.

"It doesn't matter, I could have handled it. Why would you try to protect me anyways, we've never gotten along. Not even before me and Draco split." You rushed out.

"That doesn't matter!" He whisper shouted. "What they're doing is wrong!" You shook your head, feeling a rush of anger flood through you.

"I can handle myself, I don't need you to protect me!" Your voice echoed, and both of your eyes widened as you heard someone rushing down the hallway, and you had a feeling it wasn't McGonagall.

He once again grabbed your hand, surprisingly soft in yours, and sprinted down the hallway. He dragged you around a corner, and you stumbled, tripping.

"Fuck." You grunted, Theo pulled you up by the elbows, brushing you off, then continuing to run. Slower this time. You went up multiple sets of stairs, passing sleeping paintings, and pleading with some to keep quiet.

He pulled you through a door, one you quickly recognized as the Room of Requirement. You listened as the footsteps stopped in front of the now empty wall, turning a couple times - probably in confusion, as you all but vanished - and then walked off.

You both let out a sigh of relief, and you turned to face the room, fingers rubbing your temples. Before you was a cluttered room. Junk everywhere, you figured this was because you just needed somewhere to hide, and you didn't have a specific use in mind. You felt Theo come up behind you, not touching you, but giving off enough heat so you weren't completely freezing.

"Are you alright?" Theo asked, whispering for no reason this time. No one could hear you inside the room, not if they were from the outside. You just nodded, closing your eyes. You were completely drained, and all you wanted to do now was sleep.

"Come on, let's get back to the common room." His hands rested on your shoulders, lightly pulling you along as you were exiting the Room of Requirement.

Before you knew it, you were back in the Slytherin common room, and Theo was attempting to escort you to your room.

"Come on, we have Potions in a couple hours." He said, silently pleading with you to comply.

"I don't want to go up the stairs," you slurred, eyelids drooping from being so tired. The lack of sleep over the past week was getting to you. "I'll sleep on the couch."

He chuckled lightly at you, shaking his head. "You can't do that, your neck will be sore." It was your turn to shake your head, ignoring him and laying on the couch. You closed your eyes, halfway asleep already. He tugged you up by the hand, "No, you're going to sleep in your bed." You groaned as he made you get up, but didn't argue.

He took you up the stairs, hand on your back the entire time, a warmth you missed once you were safely in bed. No, you told yourself, that's just you wanting someone to be close to. Theo and I don't like each other... but then what was tonight about?

You layed down in bed, throwing your robes onto the floor. Theo took the blanket and covered you with it, whispering a goodnight, you hummed in reply, already too close to sleep to reply.

You heard the door close right before you succumbed completely to sleep.

#theo nott x reader fluff #Theo nott #theodore nott #theo nott smut #Theo nott fluff #harry potter series #Friends to lovers #Theo nott friends to lovers

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hi! may I request for a Spencer x fem!famous! reader and the secret relationship trope? maybe Garcia really loves the reader (she's a singer / actress / model – up to you!) and no one knows they're dating, so Spencer decided to introduce her at a dinner at Rossi's or maybe they get back from a case (Garcia came with them) and someone from the building says that someone is waiting for Spencer and they meet her? it's okay if you can't, but thank you so much! ❤️

Ahhhhh yes, I'll tag you once it's out❤

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That is The Question - Fred Weasley x Fem!Evans!Reader - Modern!Au - Part 1

Inspiration: Was rereading the fourth book and I was feeling vv confident lmao | this might also be my shifting script 😳

Summary: Your father was Bay Evans. Another, although lesser known, muggleborn wizard. Brother to Lily Evans. Your mother was a witch, you never knew her. Her name was Althea Graves, something great grand-daughter to Percival Graves. They ran off to America before you were born to escape persecution despite being innocent. At least, that's what people told you. No one ever told you what crimes they where accused of... They died when you were six years old, and you were sent to live with your closest remaining relatives. The Dursley's. And unfortunately, Ilvermorny wasn't as great as tracking down their students as Hogwarts. Which brings you to now, sixteen years old and miserable. Attempting to use your cousin Harry's school books as a way of teaching yourself wandless magic. You've mastered basic spells, but it didn't fulfill your desires to learn more about the world you were supposed to grow up in. That was, until the Weasley's come to collect Harry and you find yourself traveling with them.

Warnings: Language,

A/n: Fred lives. I'm going to tell you this right now. Fred lives and Tonks and Lupin live. I'm far too attached to these characters to kill them. So they live. Also kind of out of order, it's a little off timeline wise. Rereading this to edit and it seems so bland. I don't blame you if you hate this lmaooo. I wrote this like it would've been written had it not been a children's book by what's-her-bitch. I really enjoy writing for them (the twins) because the only thing that has to be correct are the parts that are written in the books. So I can just go wild.

Come on, Y/n, focus. You told yourself. Incendio, light the object on fire.

"Incendio." You whispered forcefully, waving your hand at the stick that you set up just outside your window. It faced the back of the neighborhood, so no one would be over to tell the Dursley's that there was a tree on fire in their back yard.

The stick lit up, flames engulfing it. "Yes!" You whisper-yelled, but when the fire started to spread, you panicked. You had only a half-empty cup of water and you had never learned the water conjuring charm. You threw the water at the tree, it only put out a little bit, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." You looked around in panic.

You decided screw it, "Aguamenti!" You didn't try to keep your voice down this time. The Dursley's had caught you practicing magic before, and they had tried to punish you. But Petunia had always wanted a girl, and you were nice enough to them.

A stream of crystal clear water seemingly came out of no where, and shot straight out your window and put out the fire. "Thank God." You flopped back onto your bed, and welcomed the warm breeze that came in through your window.

But after the shock wore off, and you realized that you had just accomplished two of the hardest charms you had ever attempted in the span of five minutes. You had to tell Harry!

You were close with your cousin, despite being two years older than him. Your parents were not the Dursley's though, your parents were Bay and Althea Evans, née Graves. Yes, relative of the Graves that Grindelwald killed and impersonated. You were thankful you instead had Evans as your last name. You were not sure you wanted to deal with the questions about your ties to dark magic. The rumors of your so-many-times great grandfather helping Grindelwald would have been too much to handle. Especially what with your cousin's link to Voldemort.

You ripped out the ear buds that had been blasting The Cure, grabbed Harry's spell book, and flung open the door. You nearly ran into a tall, red headed person that was carrying Harry's trunk. "Who the hell are you?" You yelled, preparing yourself to defend whatever you may have to.

"Who are you?" He asked. "Freddy," he hissed, seemingly talking to someone in the bathroom.

Another person, also having red hair, came out of the bathroom holding your mascara. "Seems like Harry does indulge in some rather feminine-" he cut himself off when he looked up and saw you with who was quite obviously his brother. He paused, then spoke again, exaggerating a bow, holding out the tube of mascara. "I believe this belongs to you."

"Yeah, thanks." You grabbed the mascara from him. "Now who are you?"

The second one stood back up, and they looked at each other. "Fred-"

"-And George-" They swapped out during the sentence, finishing together.

"-Weasley, at your service." You knew that name! Harry was always going on about their brother, Ron, his best friend.

"You're wizards?" They looked surprised.

"You know about us?" George asked - the only reason you knew was because he had been in the same spot the entire time.

"Well, yeah. I'm Harry's cousin." You rolled your eyes, opening your bedroom door and putting the mascara on your dresser.

"You're that big lump's sister?" Fred shouted.

"If the "big lump" you're referring to is Dudley, then no. I'm not his sister." You breathed a laugh, "Y/n Evans, at your service." You mimicked their introduction from earlier.

"Are you a witch?" At the same time as "Are you American?" You didn't know who asked what, but it was the first time they asked a question that they either hadn't asked in unison, or they hadn't agreed on.

"I am American, yes. The witch question," you drew out the last word, "now, that's a little bit harder. I am a witch blood-wise. But Ilvermorny isn't as good as tracking down their students as Hogwarts is. And I'm not on Hogwarts' list." You shrugged. "But I know some magic - I don't have a wand - but I get by."

Fred was about to speak when a yell from downstairs came. "Come on, boys. Hurry up!"

They sighed, and started lugging the trunk down the stairs, you followed behind.

They paused as they spotted Dudley, and sported large, almost sinister, grins. They dragged the trunk the rest of the way down the stairs. Your aunt Petunia gasped as she saw you. "Y/n, get back up to your room." She tried to rush you back upstairs. "I don't want you exposed to these people." You rolled your eyes, stopping her.

"Who is this?" An older red headed man asked, you assumed this was Arthur Weasley, their father. Harry stood next to a lanky boy who was about the same age as Harry. Ron, you deduced.

You cut your uncle off, who you were sure was about to shout something vile at Mr. Weasley. "I'm Y/n Evans, Harry and Dudley's cousin. Bay and Althea Evans daughter." You gave him a quick rundown of what you told Fred and George.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Y/n. Do you go to Hogwarts? I've heard of transfers from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts or some other Wizarding school, but I've never actually met one." Mr. Weasley rambled on, it sounded like he was talking to you. But it seemed more like he was interested in you as a spectacle.

"No, I don't go to any Wizarding school. I can hold my own though. I don't have a wand but I can do wandless magic." You again mentioned, he must not have been paying much attention when you had told him and his other son about yourself.

"Well if you wanted, I'm sure I could get you in with Hogwarts." Your eyes lit up, but he said nothing more. He chose only to continue mumbling to himself. "Of course, I'd have to talk with the minister, and Dumbledore. But I'm sure I could make it happen."

"No!" Your uncle boomed. It was the first time you had even acknowledged him. He looked ridiculous in that suit. "No, absolutely not." He stalked up to Mr. Weasley, waving his finger wildly. "We've already got one of your folk in this family, we won't have another!" He finished, spit flying from his mouth, face turning red.

You scoffed. You had never liked your uncle, you had never really liked your aunt either, but she was better than Vernon. "What if I want to go?" Everyone seemed to have forgotten about you because they all spun around to face you with various looks on their faces. Some of surprise (your Aunt and Dudley), one of disgust (Vernon, obviously), three of glee (Fred, George, and Harry), and one of confusion (Ron had probably been to distracted by the phone, as he'd been picking it up, expecting someone to say hello).

Vernon walked menacingly towards you, his face turning an even darker shade of red. "I forbid you to go."

You just smirked. "Really? You "forbid me"?" You let out a hum of amusement. "We'll see about that." You gave him a smile, and motioned for Mr. Weasley to get going. "How are we leaving?"

"Floo powder," Mr. Weasley said, completely ignoring your uncle - who still stood there fuming. You moved around him as he had tried to use himself as a way to keep you from leaving. You stood next to George, who was the closest to you. "We will show you how to use it. But, you have to make sure to enunciate and speak very clearly. We don't want another incident. Do we Harry?" He chuckled as he finished.

Harry smiled awkwardly.

"Ah, right." Mr. Weasley said, turning away from the group. "Better get cracking then."

He tugged the sleeves of his robes up, and took out his wand after fumbling for it for a moment. You glanced back at your family. Petunia was taking Dudley by the shoulders, and pressing both of them against the wall opposite of the wizards. Vernon was following, but as a last attempt to keep you there, grabbed at your shirt, making you stumble backwards.

You tried to get away from him, swatting at his arms, but with no success. Everyone was yelling at him, but no one made a move to get you away. Hesitant to do so in fear that the ministry would pursue them. You were able to get away from him, but he grabbed your hair, and left you with no choice. You spun in his grip, pointing your finger at him, and yelling, "Repello Muggletum!"

He was forced to let go of you and thrown against the wall. You hated the spell, but you could think of no other that would have worked. Everything was quiet, and you turned around to look at everyone slowly. "Are we going or not?" You asked, acting like you had no remorse for hurting your uncle. You might not have liked him, but he still raised you, however bad a job he may have done it.

"Er, yes, yes." Mr. Weasley murmured, pointing his hand at the fireplace. "Incendio!" The fire lit once again, and the same sound of a crackling fire filled your ears.

"Off you go then, Fred." Said Mr. Weasley. He turned to you, "Watch how Fred-"

"Oh no - hang on - damn-" Multicolored candies, large and small, has spilled out of Fred's pockets and onto the carpet. He scrambled to shove them back into his pockets, and you knew that something was up, because he turned back and gave the Dursley's a huge smile and waved goodbye.

"The burrow!" He yelled, and you heard your aunt gasp. Fred had vanished in the very spot he had been in mere seconds ago, swallowed up by roaring green flames and a loud whooshing sound.

"Right then, George. You and the trunk. Y/n," he turned to you once again. "Watch how George does it, all you have to do is speak very clearly." Harry helped George carry the trunk and into the flames, and saw them struggling to put it on its side. "What the hell do you have in here Harry?" You heard George ask.

They finally got it turned on its side, and George called "The burrow!" And green flames swallowed him whole.

Mr. Weasley sighed, turning to you. "Alright, Y/n, your turn. Just step into the fire and call out "the burrow." Remember-"

"Speak clearly," you said, interrupting him. You didn't mean to be rude, it was more nerves than anything. "I know." You took a deep breath. "Does it hurt?" Mr. Weasley shook his head no.

"Alright then," you stepped into the fire. A cold, tingling sensation ran up your body. The kind of cold that burned, like when you touched snow with your bare skin. You stepped out right before you were going to leave, deciding to spite your uncle once more. You didn't plan on returning. You would just have to buy another phone charger. "Bye Aunt Petunia, bye Dudley." And you turned, about to step back into the fire. "Goodbye Vernon." You said coldly and without looking over your shoulder.

You braced yourself for the cold, and it came without fail. "The burrow!" You yelled, and your whole body felt frozen, twisting in on itself. Contracting, squeezing you until you reached a humble little house. A short woman with flaming red hair - Mrs. Weasley, you assumed - stood with a younger girl, Ginny, Fred, and George. They were gathered around the fireplace. You stumbled out of it, and warmed up immediately.

Mrs. Weasley and Ginny - whose names you only knew because Harry had told you, they're basically family - stared at you for a split second. But then she opened her arms, "Hello dear," she wrapped you in a warm, welcoming hug, one you had not felt since you were a small child. "You must be Y/n," she said once she pulled back. "The boys have just told me that Arthur is going to talk to talk to the minister and Dumbledore so you can start at Hogwarts. But from what they've told me - wandless magic! Goodness - you might just be able to hop right into their year. How old are you dear?" You smiled, you hadn't been treated so well in so long. You barely remembered your mother and father, and growing up with the Dursley's was... an experience. You were completely touched starved.

"I'm sixteen, just turned it in May." You jumped as you heard what sounded like a tornado rip through the house. You jumped out of the way just before Harry stumbled out of the green fireplace. She gave you a polite smile and excused herself.

Fred pushed past you, "Did he eat it?" He asked excitedly, helping Harry to his feet.

"Yeah," Said Harry, straightening up. "What was it?" He brushed himself off.

"Ton-Tongue Toffee." Fred replied brightly. "George and I invented them. Been looking for someone to test them on all summer..." The packed kitchen was filled with light laughter.

Fred all but skipped back to you and George, standing behind you. You heard George whisper something to Fred, but you were too busy taking in everyone around you. It was busy and chaotic, but it was comforting. It felt like a home, and not for the first time in your life - and certainly not for the last time - you found yourself longing to be with your mother and father. The twins erupted in laughter behind you, and you turned to look at them.

"It's nothing." They answered your questioning look in unison.

A loud pop, sort of like a firecracker, went off behind you. You jumped, and spun around. It was Mr. Weasley. And he looked like your uncle before you had left. He was seething with anger.

"That wasn't funny, Fred!" He shouted, and the entire house went quiet. "What on Earth did you give that muggle boy?"

"I didn't give him anything," a slight smirk covering his face. Ah, that was what that was about on the stairs, you realized. "I only dropped it, it was his own fault that went and swallowed it. I never told him to." His face split into a large grin, and Mr. Weasley stuttered with rage.

"You dropped that on purpose! You knew he would eat it! You knew he was on a diet!"

"How big did his tongue get?" George asked eagerly.

"It was four feet long before his damn parents would let me shrink it!"

The twins guffawed, nearly doubling over. You gave a small chuckle too.

"It isn't funny!" Mr. Weasley shouted. “That sort of behavior seriously undermines wizard–Muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons —”

"We didn't give it to him because..." you didn't hear the rest of what Fred was saying, as someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around, it was another Weasley. You didn't know who this one was.

"Yeah?" You asked, hoping you didn't sound rude, you had no idea what actual British customs were like, all you ever heard was the ugly language of your family.

"I'm Charlie Weasley," he was built like the twins, but other than that and the bright red hair, they looked nothing alike. He held his hand out, and you shook it. "Are you one of the twins' friends from Hogwarts? They've never mentioned you."

He started walking back to the table, and you followed.

"No, actually I'm Harry's cousin. Not Dudley's sister. Bay and Althea Evans daughter." His face sparked with realization.

"I remember reading about you in the paper, Ilvermorny never could find where you had gone. Do you know any magic?"

You nodded, explaining what went down. He nodded along, and you conversed about his work, dragons were awesome, even though you knew next to nothing about them, they had always interested you.

Once the shouting had stopped (and Molly had finished chewing the twins out) things calmed down. Harry and his friends had gone up to one of their rooms. The twins once again were cracking up about something, Charlie had left to talk to Bill after thanking you for a nice conversation, and you sat at the corner of the table, closest to the wall. It gave you the best vantage point because you were left observing the family around you, finding yourself wondering if you would ever feel like you belonged here.

Yes, you decided, you will. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but someday. Someday I will belong here.

#weasley twins #Weasley #Fred lives #not canon compliant #Fred Weasley x reader #fred weasley #harry potter series

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heyyy I love ur writing sm !! But i was wondering if you could make a Steve x Reader based on the reader having some sort of eating disorder (I’m really in a shitty mood rn since I’m trying my best to recover from my ED and idk if this could be a way to cope but yeah.) if it’s okay with you !! Stay safe and ily 💖

Inspiration: This request right here😊

Summary: Steve finds out that you're recovering from an eating disorder and tries to help as much as he can.

Warnings: Mention of an eating disorder, mild language, food, fluffy bf!Steve, modern!au, none of the monster shit

Requested: Yes.

A/n: Other than the help I got from @chishiyas-backstory, I don’t really know much about eating disorders. I'm sorry if I misrepresent anything, please let me know how to fix it. Kind of a blurb, I'm sorry if this is a little short or vague. Also, please critique this, anything you have.

Steve Harrington was clueless. He knew that you were struggling with an eating disorder, and he wanted to help. But how? was the question.

Let's start over: Steve Harrington is your boyfriend, whom you are deeply in love with, and him with you.

You've been struggling with an eating disorder for a little over a year, and you were trying to get over it. Being the person he is, Steve wanted to help. He just didn't know how.

You weren't completely sure either, you just knew you wanted his support. So support he gave. He gave all the support, your own personal cheerleader. His intentions were great, but on your bad days, he could be a little overbearing.

This wasn't too bad of a day. Today you're doing pretty good. Eating "normal" as some would call it. You were sitting on your couch, in your apartment, leaning halfway on Steve.

But Steve suggested going out for dinner earlier, and you've been contemplating it for an hour. You liked going out, but it was the prospect of going out and eating in front of people. It was like they were watching you, you felt like you were eating too much, or too little. Either way, it was a struggle because you had yet to figure out what your "normal" eating habits were.

But, you were feeling alright with it at the time. "Let's go out to eat, then." You finally decided, during a commercial.

"You don't have to if you aren't comfortable." He was looking at you now.

"I know, but I think I'll be fine."

You didn't exactly know what to call the restaurant. It was... odd. It served all kinds of different food, ranging from Mexican to Italian to some kind of Korean Barbecue. But that wasn't it, something was just off about the place. It smelled of something strangely like weed, with strange psychedelic decor hanging from the ceiling, but what looked like a Greek sculpture in the entryway.

You ordered spaghetti, it seemed like a safe choice in the odd restaurant.

When the food came, you tried to pick at it. But like you had predicted, it felt like all eyes were on you. A one woman show starring a barely-adult woman at a weird ass restaurant.

"Are you alright?" Steve asked in quiet voice, apparently he had noticed you weren't eating very much.

"Yeah," you leaned closer to the table, "just a bit uncomfortable. It's fine."

"Okay. How about let's just get this to go and we can rent a movie or something. This place gives me the creeps." You snorted.

And like that, you were outta there, to-go boxes in hand. On the way home you had rented a horror-flick which you weren't even sure the name of. It was just going to play in the background while you and Steve played Monopoly or some shit.

You were finally home. "Home, our sweet, sweet abode!" Steve yelled as he walked in, swinging the door open. You chuckled at him, shutting the door after you came in.

You slid the disc into the slot, and clicked it on.

Thirty minutes in and you still had barely touched your food. You were hungry, but you felt sick when you thought of eating. You sighed as your stomach grumbled, and Steve looked over at you.

"Hey, look, I don't know if this will help, but I can eat with you. That's a thing right?" He talked to you in a hesitant voice, he was trying to help in the best way he could, but he didn't want to upset you.

"Yeah, we can try I guess." He re-opened your container, and grabbed two forks. He took a bite, and you put a small one in your mouth. It was weird sometimes, eating. It was all slimy in your mouth, and sometimes you tried to swallow, but it wouldn't work. It would get stuck right before your throat.

But this time was okay. The spaghetti wasn't the best, but you weren't feeling sick anymore, thankfully. You sighed in relief. "Thank you, Steve." He scooted closer to you, and kissed your cheek.

"Of course, babe."

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington comfort fluff #Steve Harrington comfort #steve harrington x reader fluff #tw ed related #tw food #Steve Harrington x reader comfort

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Not The Hero ~ A Stranger Things fanfiction feat. Criminal Minds Baby Sister, Y/n Reid ~ Part 3

Inspiration: Part 3 lmao

Summary: Y/n Reid is Spencer Reid’s younger sister. Dr. Spencer Reid worked at the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico, Virginia. His younger sister interning for Penelope Garcia. That was, before Y/n’s life was put in danger by an unsub - who was never caught - who kidnapped and tortured her. Now, Spencer and Y/n have been put under protective custody and moved to Hawkins Indiana. Now, Y/n faces much bigger threats as she and her new-found family try to navigate the Upside Down and all its creatures, while also dealing with the usual teenage hormones.

Warnings: Language, panic attack, PTSD, Light Smut (Eventual), Pining, talk of Kidnapping/torture, drug use, gore, death, smoking, self harm, now I’m naming all of the warnings from Stranger Things on Netflix… I think that’s it.

A/n: I wrote panic attacks like I've experienced them, but I know that not everyone is the same so if anyone has any tips or anything on how to write them better than please, don't be afraid to share.

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"My name is Y/n Reid. Not, Y/n L/n." You watched him, scared that he wouldn't want to talk to you anymore. "My brother works for the FBI, like I said. Uhm," you let out a shuddering breath, "I- I was kidnapped. And," your stomach was twisting again.

"Hey, listen, you don't have to tell me anything. I won't tell anyone." He looked over at you, hands still on the steering wheel even though you were at a red light.

"Why don't we just get something to eat, I'll pay. I'm hungry anyways and it might be easier to tell you..." That was total bullshit. You just wanted some food, to delay going home. You didn't want a lecture from your brother. It would take the pressure off you as well if you weren't having to explain it in ten minutes.

"Okay, I know a diner that serves shitty food with even shittier service. It's great." He looked over at you, smiling.

He made a U-turn since no one was at the red light, and turned back the other direction.

He turned into the diner - Benny's - about twenty minutes later. "Here we are." He looked over at you and grinned. You stayed silent, looking around. The parking lot was empty save one run down car. You immediately became suspicious.

"Are you sure they're open?" You tried to scoot as close to the door as possible, taking your seat belt off.

"Yeah, it's Monday. So not many people are gonna be here at," he paused to check his phone,"10:47." You nodded, jaw tightening. He got out of his car, but you were hesitant. You closed your eyes and remembered what Spencer told you. To ground yourself, but it was all jumbled now. You couldn't remember which sense goes to which number. You felt your breathing increase, and you opened your eyes.

You decided to just do whatever came to mind, five things you could see. Okay, you tried to slow your breathing down as well, five things I can see.

One, my hands. You said to yourself. Five fingers on each hand.

Two, you searched for something to describe. You looked to your right, and nearly jumped out of your skin. Steve was standing there, looking through the window with his hand raised like he was going to knock.

You opened the door, still shaking. But you had forgotten about grounding. Apparently, scaring the living Christ out of you was a way to ground you.

"Y/n, are you alright?" You nodded, and waked to the door. "Hey," he caught up to you, gently putting his hand over your arm, stopping you. "Are you okay?" He barely spoke above a whisper, but you hated the pity in his words. You swallowed, forcing yourself to take a breath.

"I'm fine." He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but decided against it. He moved his hand and let you continue to walk.

You shoved the diner door open, a bell dinged.

Sur-Surroundings. Surroundings, surroundings, surroundings. What can I h-ear? All you could hear was the slurred voice of your attacker. The man you had kidnapped you. But it wasn't his voice that slurred, it was the way you were hearing it.

You had been drugged.

The only other thing you could hear was the bell of a diner, people coming in and out. With no idea you were being held captive in the back. Everything was blurry. Colors blending together. The only name you could think of - Gerhard Richter and his Abstrakte Bilder Series.

You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to walk to a table. Steve followed behind you, sitting across from you. You picked up a menu, scanning over the items. If was pretty cheap, and it all sounded greasy.

"So..." Steve set his menu down, swallowing. You peaked over the top of yours - of which you had been blankly staring at, trying to figure out where to start. "What looks good? I'll buy."

He was trying to fill the silence. You had spent enough time around profilers, you had picked up on a few things.

"I don't know, not ice cream though." He snickered at you.

Your phone buzzed, a text from Spencer no doubt. Unknown number. You tried to keep your expression even, but you knew you looked excited.

But this one was strange, it wasn't coded. And there were multiple.

Y/N REID. ARE YOU OKAY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? ARE YOU IN TROUBLE? WHAT'S WRONG? (And who's the boy??)

You smiled, either oblivious or ignoring the boy across from you. You weren't sure. But you knew Garcia was going to run every background check there was on your coworkers.

C'mon, mini-Reid. Your brother's worried sick, you gotta answer his texts'. And I know you ain't blowing off your brother for some boy.

Morgan, obviously. You could practically hear his voice.

Y/n, you need to answer your brother. Now, or when you come back you might just find your spot with Garcia had been filled.

Yeah, right, Hotch, you thought. He would never give up your place as Garcia's assistant. And even if he wanted to, Garcia would never let that happen.

Y/n, answer your phone. And when they're all done being mad at you and shit, you talk to me about that boy - Steve. JJ says her too.

You rolled your eyes. Emily was always more like your older sister than your (somewhat) co-worker. JJ - well, she was the mom of the group. But she was still awesome, her and Emily were fun to be around.

Hey Kiddo, why don't you answer your brother for us? I know you aren't a bad kid, even if we never did get along too well.

Rossi. After you had heard what he did as a kid - even if he was just a kid - you never could get back right with him. He said it was just a way to get under that Unsub's skin, but the detail was too much to fake.

You were about to type a reply, but the phone started ringing. The number they were texting you from. You hesitated.

"Who is it?" Your head snapped up. You had all but forgotten about Steve.

"Uhm," you hesitated. "My brother's friends. They aren't supposed to be calling me so I'm not sure why they're calling." You blurted out.

He reached his hand across the table, motioning for you to give him your phone. You pressed the ringing phone into his hand. He answered.

"Hello?" You sucked in a breath.

"Who is this! Are you Steve?" You heard Garcia yelling over the microphone. "Where is Y/n? I swear if you've done anything to our girl I'll rip your heart out with me bare hands!" She was one for dramatic threats. He looked over at you, eyebrows raised. You waved it off, "She might. Don't count on it though."

"Who is this?" He was amused.

"This is Penelope Garcia of the F.B.I." She over eunciated all of her words, it was nice to know she hadn't stopped doing that. It was scary to think she might change in the time that you're gone. "Once again. Who. Are. You."

"This is Steve Harrington of Hawkins, Indiana. Y/n's fine. We're at a diner, Benny's."

"Yeah, I know." She snapped. "I already traced Y/n's phone-" he looked at you with wide eyes, you rolled yours and shrugged. "-now put her on!" She demanded.

You sighed, and reached for the phone. "Nice to meet you. Here she is." You snorted, causing him to grin at you.

You put the phone to your ear, slouching back in your booth. "Hi y'all." With that, everyone started yelling and you couldn't tell one person from the next.

"Okay, everyone quiet!" Garcia yelled, and you flinched, holding the phone a couple inches away from your ear. "How are you sweetie? Why are you ignoring your brother?"

You smiled, and a waitress came over. She looked to be around your age. "Are you ready to order?"

You nodded at Steve, pointing at some sliders, mouthing please. He nodded and told your order to the waitress.

You let out a sigh, and waited until the woman was gone to reply. "I'm not ignoring him, Garcia. I just... haven't figured out what to say, I guess. I mean, I get that I probably overreacted but like, he needs to calm down. I'm even more cautious than he is."

"Sweetie, I get that. But you need to make sure that he knows that, he is so worried about you, not even just tonight. Always, he's terrified that he's going to lose you too." You heard the rest of the team murmur their agreements. Your leg started bouncing out of habit, you knew that Spencer loved you, but he needed to back off some.

"Yeah, okay. I'll talk to him, but you need to tell him that he can trust me. Please?" You pleaded with them, hoping that they would agree.

"Alright, my Love." Garcia sighed, exasperated. "We shall talk to Spencer."

"Thank you," you finally looked up at Steve, who was now leaned towards you, eyebrows drawn together. Are you okay? He mouthed, you nodded. He reached his hand over the table, grabbing your arm. You stiffened. "Okay, Garcia. I love you guys. Bye bye."

They all said goodbye, but you barely heard them. You heard the phone line end, and you put your phone back down. You were unsure of how to respond to physical contact, besides from your family and the BAU. But you hadn't had much physical contact with anyone else since you had been abducted.

Steve noticed you weren't comfortable, and moved his hand back. "So, is everything alright?"

"It's fine. Listen, Spencer is already making me see a shrink on Tuesday's for this shit. Please, don't try and understand. All I'm doing is telling you something that I shouldn't be because for some totally fucked reason, I trust you. Even though I did just meet you." You rambled out, and the waitress brought out your food.

You picked at your sliders, they were pretty good. You get what you pay for, I guess.

"I get it, and you don't have to tell me anything else." He shrugged.

"No, I'm going to." You took a bite of a fry, cringing at the lack of salt, then took a deep breath. "I told you my brother, Spencer, was an FBI agent. I worked as an intern, with their technical analyst, Garcia. You just met her." You let out a sharp laugh.

"She was pleasant." He smiled at you, mouth full. "And you are smart."

"Gross." You laughed at him.

"Anyways, we were working on a case, and this unsub was... sadistic. The worst I'd ever worked on." You took a shaky breath, swallowing. "We thought we had caught the guy. All the evidence pointed to him. He confessed, for Christs' sake." You picked at your fries again, intentionally avoiding looking at Steve. "So, when my brother and the rest of them went out for drinks, I decided I was going to go to a party. " you wiped your eyes, they hadn't burned like they normally did when you started crying. "My brother had told me not to. Practically begged me, but I wanted to be a normal teenager for once, get drunk, smoke weed... It was a mistake. We had caught the guy. But the profile had never suggested two people, much less a group of three. Not in the entire time we had worked the case, four weeks." "He was there. One of the partners, it was a fifteen year old boy. A child. His mother was helping him, feeding into his sadistic fantasies." "Anyways, I was out of it. It was nice, an escape. But the child was there, and he hadn't had anything. So I was an easy target. I was calling a cab, I had my phone right there. But he came up behind me and socked me with a baseball bat. It was the worst thing I'd ever experienced, a splitting pain, and I couldn't control my body. I just... fell." You shuddered. "I woke up and I couldn't see anything, it was pitch black. Not even when my eyes adjusted, the only things I could was my body. I was tied to a chair. I tried to listen for something, anything to try and figure out where I was. But I could only hear a metal clanging sound. I didn't know what it was." You became quiet as the waitress - Amber, as her name tag said - came to refill your drinks, and flirt some more with Steve. You sniffed, and wiped your eyes. He shut her down, you had his full attention. She left with a scoff and a roll of her eyes. "I tried to get out of the ropes, but by the time someone had finally came into the room, my wrists were rubbed raw." You unconsciously pulled at your sleeves. "They hurt so bad, they were bleeding, and the strings from the rope were embedded into my skin." "But the smell. Chemicals and rotting flesh." Your face fell into your hands, trying to hold back the sobs that racked your body. You heard Steve shuffling, but what you didn't expect was him to slide in next to you. Gently placing a hand on your back, "You don't have to tell me a single thing." "I know. But I want to. Better you think I'm crazy now, and abandon me now instead of wondering why I act the way I do. Why I'm so weird around people, around loud noises. It's all because I let my guard down that night. It's because of this nightmare that I am the way I am." He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and rubbed small, repetitive circles with his thumb on your shoulders. You sat up, and he removed his arm. "They tortured, and tormented, and did horrible things to me. They did it for fun. I thought I was going to contribute to the smell of that place, Steve. I thought I was going to smell like chemicals and rotting flesh." You whimpered, and sobbed silently as you replayed the experience. Steve grabbed your tear covered hands, and made you look at him. "I have no experience with that," he spoke in a low voice to you, "and I'm not going to pretend I do. But you are here. You are safe. And I will not let anything happen to you."

#Not The Hero #NTH 3 #NTH #Spencer reid x sister!reader #Steve Harrington fluff #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x reader fluff #Steve Harrington x reader smut #Steve Harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #Angst #Smut #Fluff #FLUFF #Criminal minds/stranger things #Stranger things/criminal minds #Stranger things criminal minds #not the hero

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Hiccups ~ Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader ~ Headcanon

Inspiration: I've had the hiccups all day😭🤣

Summary: headcanon in which Steve makes fun of you because you get the hiccups all the fucking time

Warnings: little tiny bit of nsfw, language, mainly just fluff AND HORRIBLE SPN REFERENCES

A/n: If you like this then you should read my series Not the Hero. Because for some reason no one is. Its fucking great. Like wth😭🤣😒

You get the hiccups quite often

Like...

It's odd...

Weird...

Not natural...

Unnatural...

Some might say, Supernatural

In the middle of a sentence when you're with a customer

An example-

"So that was three vanilla cones? - Right, that'll be twelve seven- hicc"

"Twelve seventeen."

You tried to keep yourself from laughing but as soon as the last customer left (and you having hiccuped in the middle of the conversation again) you, Robin, and Steve - your hilarious boyfriend - were cracking up

You got them when it was just yourself, perhaps drawing. Writing. Something to do with a pen or pencil

It was fine

Except for the fact that Steve would tease you about it when he stopped at your apartment the next day

How could he possibly know? You ask

The dark line that was randomly placed across the page

"How... the hell... do you do this shit" he would ask between his overly dramatic laughs

There was this one time

You were kissing

By kissing i mean you were barely dressed -

Hands all over each other

You in your bra and some shorts

Him just his boxers

For once he wasn't cracking jokes

Or making comments

It was hot

You were laying down on his bed. His mouth was on your neck

And you fucking hiccuped

He collapsed on top of you, you hiccuped again

He was shaking in silent laughter

You were mortified, and then you were laughing too

"Do you know how much I love you?" He still had a large smile on his face, and he had rolled off you.

You curled into him

"Maybe you should tell m- hicc

And the process starts again

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington headcanon #Steve Harrington fluff

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Hide and Seek ~ John Murphy x Fem!Trikru!Reader ~ Part 3

Inspiration: My shifting script lmao...

Summary: When you overhear your sister talking about an attack on the new arrivals called "Skaikru", you feel obligated to warn them. But when they don't believe you, and think that you're there to spy instead, things quickly go south. And you turn to the first person you could find to help you.

Warnings: Language, gore, torture, violence, self harm, smoking, drug use, self harm, really bad flirting, lmk if I missed anything please. (This chapter includes details of torture, please read with caution)

A/n: I literally woke up in a panic because I forgot I posted part 1 and 2🤣 I feel like some of this is not even mediocre at best, but some of it high key felt lke poetry when I was writing it😭

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You had been at the Sky people's camp for nearly a week. You were ordered to stay in their medbay. You felt useless. Everyone waited on you. They brought you food and water, and you were constantly being told to rest. You hated it. Which led you to now, pleading with Clarke to let you hunt.

"I don't know, you're still healing Y/n."

"Clarke I'm useless. I could be so much more productive, I could help you find food. I could help you find the good berries and healing plants."

"Not yet, although you probably could move out and into a tent. We don't have any free ones, you'll have to bunk with someone." Of course. It wasn't like it was a problem, you just didn't want to share with anyone you didn't trust. And right now, that was nearly everyone. You trusted five people out of the nearly one hundred at the "dropship" as they called it.

She must've noticed your hesitation. "You would move to Murphy's tent. He's the only one without a roommate out of your friends."

"You and Octavia are sharing with someone?"

She nodded.

"Okay. When?"

You had switched over that night. You had panicked when you realized that you were missing your music and all of your clothes. But Clarke had hidden them away from Bellamy and his minions.

You were putting a sheet over the cot Clarke had given you, doing your best to make it flat. You had even resorted to tying it. You sighed, looking at the wrinkled thing. As good as its gonna get.

You heard the zipper, and continued to try and make up your bed.

"Holy shit!" He yelled as he looked up. You felt exposed now, you were in some cut off sweats that you made into shorts and your oversized shirt. Normally you would be wearing some more pants, but it was harder to get them on with the wounds that covered your legs. "What are you doing in here? I thought you were in medical with Clarke."

"She told me I could move into a tent, and yours was the only one out of my friends that was empty. I'm sorry, I thought you knew." You felt guilty for some reason, you hadn't meant to inconvenience him.

"Uh, you're good. It's fine. I just wish I would've had a little heads up from Clarke, at least." He shrugged, zipping up the tent, and laying down. It was already dark outside, and you were sleepy.

You laid down on the cot, wincing as you tried to find a position that didn't hurt you. He had cut you all over. Everywhere. He wanted to prolong your pain for as long as possible, apparently.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." You had settled for laying on your side, arm tucked to your stomach. It wasn't the most comfortable, but it was the position that hurt the least.

You had been laying there for an hour. You knew that neither of you were asleep. But you just couldn't fall asleep.

"Why are you so nice to me?" You didn't know where it had come from, it just came out of your mouth.

"What?" He sounded groggy, his voice was raspy with sleep.

"You're rude to everyone else here, but you're nice to me." You had noticed that around their camp, he didn't like many people, if any at all.

"You didn't try to kill me." He hadn't moved once during the entirety of your conversation. You sat up, letting out a slight hiss of pain.

"They tried to kill you?" You whispered through the dark.

He let out a dry laugh. "Yeah, I won't tell you what for. You'll be begging Clarke to go back to medical."

"No I won't. Tell me." You put on the voice you used to address the ambassadors. You had to, they tried to treat you like a child and you would prove to them that you weren't by making hard decisions. Even when Lexa couldn't.

"I killed two people." He muttered.

"Oh." Your voice was quiet again. "Why?"

"Doesn't matter. I'll tell you some other time." You had had enough, he'd been talking to you like you couldn't handle yourself the entire time. You kicked the thin blanket off and stood up in half a second, immediately regretting it. Your legs gave out from the pain and you cried out in agony.

You heard Murphy moving and then he was crouching beside you. "What did you do?"

"Don't treat me like a child, Murphy." You kept your voice steady, despite the throbbing sensation in your left calf.

"I'm not, calm down." He put his hands up. "Are you okay?"

"My leg, it hurts." You squeezed your eyes shut. You didn't want to relive it. You pushed down the memories and swallowed the bile in the back of your throat that went with them. You let out a shuddering breath.

He took your leg and tried to look for what could be hurting you. "Jeez," he put the back of his hand over his mouth. "You ripped some stitches. I'll go wake up Clarke."

You shook your head, "If she finds out that I've been out for not even a full day and already ripped open my leg then she'll keep me in your medical center for another month."

"I didn't know grounders kept track of months and stuff like that."

You rolled your eyes. "Of course, we have to know. We have to keep track, otherwise, how would we hunt? How would we know where to hunt, to gather?"

He shrugged. "We still need to get Clarke. You'll bleed out if she doesn't stitch it back up."

"No I won't. It isn't a deep enough wound. You wrap it." You grabbed the cannister of water, and the pant legs that you cut off and handed them to him. "Rinse the wound, then wrap it up tight with the clothes. Make sure to tie it off." He took them from you, hesitating before pouring the water over your leg. You stiffened up, before telling yourself to relax. But that didn't settled the twisting in your stomach.

"Good," you strained. You turned to look at your leg. You had imagined a much bigger gash, this was maybe three inches in length and a quarter of an inch deep at the deepest spot. "Now tie it up, kind of tight. Not all of the stitches came out."

He knotted it up, pulling it tight. Your leg jerked away from him out of reflex. "Sorry." He said, and went to loosen it. You stopped him. "This is good, it will keep it from bleeding too much. I'll get a needle and whatever it was Clarke used to sew me up."

"She stitched you up. Not sewed." He corrected you, trying to mop up the water with the other pant leg.

"What's the difference?" You pulled the blanket up over you, careful not to move too quick.

"Sewed is like clothes, stitched is on a person."

"Oh."

You grabbed your iPod - Jasper had told you, he had seen it in the small collection of things from the ground - and put the music buds in your ears. You turned on your music, and Love Me Do by The Beatles started playing.

You lay there listening to music for about an hour. You were half asleep when you felt a poke on your shoulder. You made yourself still, and react as you normally would as to not tear anymore stitches out. You pulled the music out of your ears and slowly opened your eyes. It was Murphy, and he was sitting by your cot. "Chomouda ste em Yu insist ona waking Ai up every gou Ai laik raun sleep?" You closed your eyes, laying back down.

"What?"

You sighed. "Why is it you insist on waking me up every time I'm close to sleeping?" You barely bothered to talk now, letting yourself relax again.

"You weren't talking, you were laying there like you were dead."

"What were you wanting?" You were close to sleep again, feeling yourself slipping into (hopefully) dreamless sleep.

"I was wanting to learn something in grounder."

You opened your eyes slightly, he looked tired. "Jok yu. I'm sure you'll enjoy that one." You smiled tiredly.

"What is it?"

"Fuck you." He snorted.

"I'm sure I will."

You blinked, rubbing your eyes as you turned, groaning. You hated not having the morphine. You had to go see Clarke about it, it was agony not to. But you had to wait until you could get the stuff to stitch yourself back up.

"You snore." You heard a tired voice say.

"Bullshit." You replied, yawning.

"No, it's true. You're sneaky about it though. It's quiet." You shook your head.

"I need to talk to Clarke about getting her to let me go hunting. At least let me show you where to get berries and stuff to eat." You were thinking out loud, not expecting anything in response. Your sister would do the same thing, she would want you to respond though. When you did, you ways gave her good advice, at least you thought you did. Ai mema we yu, sisa. I miss you.

You sighed, easing yourself to your feet, and finding your regular jeans. Jasper had been a big help while you were in their "hospital" he called it. He taught you what everything was "properly" called, not that there was anything wrong with the way you called things. But now the things you had descriptions for, you instead had words for them.

You turned to Murphy, who was still laying on his back, arm over his eyes. "Uhm, Murphy? Is there somewhere I can change? Without people looking at me?"

He sat up, hesitating. "I can just turn around, I won't look, I swear. Or I could just get out for a minute." You shrugged, you felt bad asking him to get out, so you just had him turn around.

You managed to get your shorts off, but when you went to put on your jeans, you found that you couldn't. Whether from the pain of the material against the stitches on your legs, or just from trying to get them on. You decided to just wear the shorts. "Nevermind, I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize." He shrugged, then left the tent.

You tried to stay in the tent all day, you were going to wait until nightfall to get the things to patch up your leg. But unfortunately, someone just had to tell Clarke they didn't think you were feeling well.

"Y/n," you heard a hesitant voice outside of the half zipped tent. It wasn't any of your friends, you knew they would just barge right in. It was definitely a change of pace, but you loved them. They were living their lives to the fullest, which is what you longed for. But unfortunately, you had to deal with war. And the ambassadors, and ignorant little shits who didn't listen when someone was trying to warn them.

"Enter." You called. You sat up straight and made sure your legs were covered. You might have caught on to some of your sisters habits. Like how you spoke to people less than an acquaintances.

You saw a head of black hair before you saw their face, and you immediately knew who it was. Bellamy. The only person in camp with such unruly, dark hair besides Octavia. Your body tightened up, despite the throbbing pain it had caused.

"What do you want." It wasn't a question so much a demand made through a clenched jaw.

"Clarke needs you." He was standing awkwardly, he didn't want to be here, and it made you happy. You were happy he knew you didn't like him, that you were sickened by the sight of him.

"Why?" You just wanted to call for Octavia, for Jasper or Monty, for Murphy, Clarke, anyone. You wanted him out of your tent. You wanted him gone.

"Ask her." He was aggravated at you, you were being snippy, but that doesn't compare to having you tortured.

You stood up, swallowing the yell that the pain caused. "Yu dula op nou chich op Ai like dei de." You do not speak to me like that.

Apparently, he had gotten better at understanding Trig, but you didn't know where. Octavia had told you about Lincoln, someone much older than yourself. But surely he wasn't in the camp. He had been beat just like you had been. He wouldn't stay unless he had to. Octavia didn't tell you something. "You were the one being snappy with me." He spoke slowly, but he had a certain something in his words that made people listen. You might not have liked him, but you had to admit that he was someone who could capture a crowds attention. Maybe that was why people followed his orders.

"You tortured me, I am allowed to speak to you however I think you deserve."

"It wasn't me that tortured you." He was quick to respond.

"But you gave the order. Now leave me!" You yelled at him now, your voice straining. You knew someone was going to ask about the argument, you just wished it wasn't Clarke. It was an ignorant wish.

He walked towards you, you were scared, but you stood your ground. The adrenaline pumping through your body only heightened the pain, but you relished it. It reminded you that you had lived. That you had beat the monsters that did this to you, nearly. Only one was left. The lone beast in front of you.

He raised his hand slowly, and you were ready to fight. You ran through all of the possibilities, and you were ready to take the first swing. You took a deep breath.

"What the hell are you doing?"

You sighed in relief, you could fight. But you would prefer to not use up any of your strength. You were just starting to regain it, and you wanted to be out of the tent and hunting as soon as possible.

"Aren't you supposed to be out working on the wall, Murphy?" Bellamy asked.

"I heard Y/n yell. What's going on?" Bellamy glanced back at you, and you started to speak, but Bellamy cuts you off.

"Clarke needed her, I came to tell her. Now get back to work."

Murphy walked over to you, ignoring Bellamy's orders. He put his arms on your shoulders. "Are you okay?" You nodded.

"See, your girlfriend's fine." He snapped, and Murphy turned to him.

"She's not-"

"I don't care. Get back to work."

You heard the tent shake as someone else enter. It was Clarke. You audibly sighed, thankful for another one of your friends in here. She was the only one Bellamy would listen to, you hadn't been there very long and you knew that.

"I want you out of my patient's tent Bellamy. Murphy can stay, get someone else to work on the wall." Bellamy opened his mouth to protest, but Clarke cut him off. "Y/n needs him. Get someone else." You felt your face heat up, and Murphy glanced at you.

Bellamy pushed past Clarke, huffing as he left.

"Okay." Clarke said after he left. "What the hell happened?" You sat back down, covering your legs with the thin blanket. Thankfully they weren't stained with blood from your leg. You had wrapped it up pretty well. With everything that just went down, you hoped that she hadn't noticed it.

#john murphy x reader #Murphy x reader #slow burn #hide and seek #Hide and Seek Part 3 #Hide and Seek #H&S #H&S part 3 #H&S 3 #Murphy x reader fluff #John murphy fluff #John murphy x reader fluff #the 100 #clarke griffin #Bellamy blake #Raven reyes #Finn Collins is a dick #finn collins #octavia blake

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Time Traveling ~ Emori x Fem!Reader ~ Part 2

Inspiration: Part 2 because I love the new mood board

Summary: The year is 2042. The Coronavirus is still running rampant. Your adoptive mother, Becca Franko, has discovered time travel, and she and her colleagues need someone to travel to the future to collect the vaccine. Of course, as always, you are her lab rat. So, you are sent to the future. Just much farther than originally planned. Turns out, the show "The 100" that your mother was in (and you never watched) revealed her plan for A.L.I.E. and simultaneously predicted the future. Now, you've got no way to get back to your era, but, the thing is, you aren't sure that you even want to.

Warnings: Shy!reader, fluff, language, all of the warnings from The 100, (eventual) light smut, flirting, cocky!reader too for some reason A/n: Okay but the quote in the top right corner makes me so soft, like it fits perfect with the story😭

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It was getting late again, the sun was starting to set and you were starting to feel the effects of having no food. You walked next to Murphy and Emori, you and Emori trading off every now and then - despite the red haired man's protests. He didn't like that the two newcomers were having to do less manual labor than the rest.

You didn't talk to each other much while they carried the cart, it was too straining for them to focus on words and pulling the cart. Instead, you decided to talk about things in the past. "There was this one place, back home, it was called Braum's. My mother would always have it shipped to us, all the way up in D.C. It cost a fortune, but vanilla bean was my favorite and she wanted me to have the best." You smiled at the memory, it soon turned dark though. "Even though she never treated me the best." You mumbled.

"What... do you mean?" Emori was able to get out.

"I was always her test subject. I was made a nightblood before she was, and even though I perfected it, it was terrifying. Then she sent me here, even if I was scared to death. I begged her not to, but she paralyzed me, and sent me against my will. Not to mention the fact that she was always holding it against me how she got into Harvard at ten, and I just now earned my degree in forensic science." You ranted, it felt good to get it out. You never realized the resentment you had for your adoptive mother, yet you had.

"That's-"

"Nou kom op closer nau!" Someone came up over the hill, holding a large weapon. Everyone froze, you stepped closer to both Murphy and Emori out of habit. Even though you hadnt known either of them for very long, you felt safer with them than you ever did your mother.

You looked in panic over to Emori, she had set the cart down.

You heard someone tell Jaha to watch out. You heard guns cock once again.

"Non move."

And at the same time, "Hold your fire."

In the chaos, you saw Murphy and Emori move. Your stomach dropped. She had a knife to his throat.

"Everyone," she yelled, the concern on her face was now gone. She avoided looking at you. "Put your weapons and supplies in the cart and nobody gets hurt."

You froze, you didn't know what to think anymore. You thought you could trust this girl.

"If we give you our supplies, we'll die out here." Jaha called, hands raised up near his head.

She cocked her head, "If you don't, you'll die right here." She pressed the knife harder into Murphy's neck, you felt tears prick at your eyes. You held them back.

"Do as she says," there was grumbling. "Now." You started to put your water cannister into the cart, sniffing as you did so. You were going to die. You were going to die in your own vomit, with dry skin and an empty stomach.

You glanced back at her, just enough to see her shake her head slightly.

You backed up, and hid the cannister back in your jacket.

"Emo yu don eni techi?" You heard the man yell, you realized that their language, Trigedasleng as Emori had told you, was just a sort of broken English.

"Oso'll diga au." She yelled back to him.

"How's your faith holdin' up chancellor?" Murphy scoffed, and Emori tightened her hold on him.

"Shut up," she snapped.

"Unwavering." He stepped forward. "You don't want to do this," he addressed both the man and Emori now.

"Stop walking." She seemed nervous. Maybe it was just wishful thinking but you thought maybe she didn't want to do this.

"We all came out here searching for a better life, same as you. And we can find it, if we work together."

She hesitated. "Thanks," she looked at you and quickly avoided eye contact. "But no."

"Emori, hos op!" You looked up at the man on the horse, he was starting to turn it away.

You laughed, betrayal laced through it. "At least your name was real. God knows nothing else was." You spoke loud, you wanted her to know you were angry.

"Now," her voice shook slightly, "Everyone back away from the cart, and get on your knees. Now!"

"Do as she says." Jaha commanded when no one moved.

"You too." She told Jaha, but was looking at you. Her stare was hard, she had finally dropped the act. You were bitter. And angry at yourself. You let yourself trust her, and she robbed you all, and left you to die. You actually thought she was a good person. You had felt safe with her. You scoffed, dropping down to your knees. You saw something white flash in your right pocket. The one that hadn't had the button in it. You hadnt noticed it before. You would have to check after they left.

She made Murphy sit on the ground like everyone else, and you heard him saying something to her. But you couldn't make out the words.

She whispered something to him, and brought the end of the knife down on his head. You let out a yelp. How could she be so cruel, she was just your friend. Or, you thought she was.

It was night again. You had been sitting on the ground next to Murphy for hours. You had looked in your pocket as soon as they left. It was your iPod. You were elated. You had your headphones in your back pocket, and you had been listening to music the entire time Murphy had been out.

He started moving, and you called Jaha over. He shook him, "John," he opened his eyes, pressing a fist to his head. "Come on, we gotta go." Murphy coughed.

"There he's up, it's about time." It was the red head that talked fast again, you rolled your eyes.

"Quiet Caspian." You were right, it was Caspian. "You alright?"

"If he's not we're leavin' him here."

"I'm okay," he said, and Jaha helped him up.

Caspian let his hands fall to his sides, making a slapping noise. "It's time to go home."

"And where exactly is that?" Jaha turned back to him.

"Sir," for a guy as rude as him, he sure was an ass kisser. "I know you're trying to take us to a better place. But look around, we've got no food we've got no water. No idea how to find it." Caspian shook his head as he spoke.

Murphy walked over just as you were about to speak. "Due North."

"What?" You asked.

"She said due North."

"What is due North, John?" Jaha turned to Murphy, a smirk evident on his face.

"She was talking about the City of Light." He glanced over at you.

"Did she say that?" Caspian raised an eyebrow, skeptical of his trustworthy.

"No." Caspian squeezed his eyes shut and turned away from you guys.

"Did she say how far North?" Jaha settled in his spot, on his walking stick.

"No, she didn't. But she wouldn't be sending us there if she didn't know we could make it." You rolled your eyes.

"Who's this? The liar and the thief that knocked you out?" You had to agree with him on this one. You hated it. But he was right. "Sir I hope you are not considering this."

Jaha ignored him. You stayed quiet, you weren't part of their group and you felt out of place trying to persuade Jaha one way or another. "John, we have no weapons and no rations. If we go North and you're wrong. Then all of us will die. If we turn back now, we live."

"So that's it, we've reached the point of no return. You just give up?"

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't not say it either."

He looked at the sky. "That," he pointed, "is the North star. After you." He waved his hand in front of him. Murphy started walking, and gestured for you to follow. You sighed and followed him.

You heard Jaha giving some speech to the remaining, and tuned it out. Seven people including you out of the thirteen (also including you) hiked on.

"I believe this is what they call having faith, John." Jaha called.

He shook his head, "Nah, just got nothing better to do."

You walked up yet another dune, Murphy had ben tugging you faster and faster along. Ahead of the group. "Emori, she said something else too."

You shook your head, rolling your eyes. I must be a broken record, you thought. "Oh yeah, what else did she say?" You let out a dry, heartless laugh.

"She told me to tell you she was sorry." You stumbled. He was waiting for your reaction.

"Yeah, I'm supposed to trust the liar. She deceived both of us." You hissed at him, the rest of the group was catching up. "She made us think she was our friend. And then she killed us, she killed us. We're dead, Murphy. Death is the only thing in this world that is completely permanent. Do you understand that?"

"You're just bitter because you have a crush on her."

You sputtered out a reply. "No, no I don't." You swallowed, taking out the water bottle, pulling him to your side. You were shoulder to shoulder. "Here, there's a quarter of it left and I'm not too fond of sharing it with five other people." You took a drink, and passed it to him. He just raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you don't. How'd you manage that, then?" He smirked.

"Want a drink or not?" You shook the water, it sloshed inside. He shook his head. You shrugged and stuffed it back in your jacket.

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sydneekomspacekru · 3 years

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Time Traveling ~ Emori x Fem!Reader ~ Part 1

Inspiration: rewriting an old fic of mine.

Warnings: Shy!reader, fluff, language, all of the warnings from The 100, (eventual) light smut, flirting, cocky!reader too for some reason

A/n: I will also be posting this on my ao3 @Sydnee_kom_spacekru. Aaldhsjakh Emori is so pretty☺ Memori doesn't happen because I wouldn't be able to break them up like that lmao, they don't end up having feelings like that for each other. Writing out Murphy's dialog is so funny I stg

@my-divine-death made the mood board☺☺☺

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"No." You begged, "No, mom, please don't." Your voice cracked and you tried ripping your arms out of the other scientists grip. You thought you could trust these people. Yet here they were, trying to force you ten years into the future to collect a cure for Covid-19 that might not even exist. For all you knew, the world could have ended and you could be going to a dead wasteland.

"I have to. You know that, Y/n." Your mother - if you could even call her that, she hardly filled the role of one - said to you, stroking your face. You turned your head away.

"No, you don't have to. Mom, you don't have to." You pleaded with her, tears fell down your face freely. "Please don't make me." You sniffed, struggling once again against the two men who were holding you in place.

"There is no one else." Your mother turned and picked something up off the white table in the lab. "Y/n," she said, turning back to you. "You've always been an independent child. I know that this is hard, but you have to be brave."

"No! No, I don't have to be brave, I'm sixteen years old and you're sending me ten years into the future." You screamed at her.

She held up a small blue circle before speaking. "This will take you back here after you've collected the cure. Just tap it three times, there isn't time to explain the science of it. You must go now." Your eyes widened in panic, shaking your head vigorously.

"Mom. Mom, mom, no." Your voice shook, and you turned to the two scientists who were still holding your arms. "Please, Zach, Mark, please don't do this. Please, call the police, do something." They said nothing to you, although Mark tried comforting you by rubbing his thumb over your arm.

You were sobbing again, collapsing as your mother gave you a shot of something. "It isn't like in the movies, Y/n. Time traveling takes, well, time." She laughed at her joke. She was beginning to act more and more like her character on The 100, A.L.I.E. You couldn't move your legs. "This will wear off after you're there. It's a paralytic, if you hadn't noticed. It won't take very long though, ten minutes tops." She gave you a fake smile, and signaled to Zach and Mark.

They dragged you to a tube, silent, strangled tears falling down your face.

They layed you down on the table behind you, they started to type in the commands on the key pad, you could see it out of the corner of your eye. "We're ready, Ms. Franko."

"Wait." She walked over to you, leaning over you on the table so you could see her. "I love you, Y/n. I hope you know that. May we meet again." She said that her mother said that to her before she died, and it had become a tradition with her, to say goodbye to someone and she had wrote it into the show, of course.

You tried to stop crying, barely succeeding. She gave you a tight smile - she put what you assumed was the blue button in your pocket - and closed the top, everything started to spin. You felt sick.

You blinked, it hurt your eyes. You felt dirty, and you were starving. You tried to lick your lips, but you found that they were cracked and gritty. That was when you realized that you were outside. Glaringly bright sand dunes due to the red sun.

Wait, red?

The outside looked eerily familiar. You tried to shake it off, but you couldn't get a grip on why it freaked you out so much. You stood up, trying to make a covering for yourself. But you couldn't do much for yourself, you were dressed in jeans and a t-shirt advertising a band you liked.

You struggled to get to your feet, your legs were wobbly from the paralytic. You fell down again, "Damn it." Your voice was rough, and you knew you shouldn't cry. It would only dehydrate you, and you didn't know how far from the nearest city you were. But you couldn't help the fact that your throat had started to burn, despite the dryness of it.

You banged your fist on the ground, letting out a strangled sob. "No." You told yourself. "You aren't going to act like a child, you are going to stand up and start walking." You took a ragged breath in, and stood up again. You held yourself up this time, and started up a dune. You really hoped you were going up the right one.

The sun had sunk beneath the sand, your legs were aching, and you were even more empty feeling than earlier. You were exhausted, struggling to keep your eyes open. You reached the top of another dune, and started to head down. Your ankle rolled, though. It sent you tumbling down the hill. You squeezed your eyes shut and covered your face. The sand cut your skin, and after it dug into the scrapes.

You reached the bottom and rolled onto your back, letting out a yell. "Fuck!" You tried to sit up, but found your arms were too weak. "There's no way that I was only out here for ten minutes before I woke up." You whimpered, forcing yourself to maneuver yourself to sit on your butt. You brushed off the sand that had stuck to your face, wincing when you found that you had scraped your cheek.

You tried to do the same with your arms, you were more careful this time. You sighed, feeling defeated.

"Hello?" You jumped, hearing a voice other than yours. You spun around, groaning when you moved too fast and hurt your stomach. You lifted your shirt some, sure enough, there was a cut there too. You looked around, squinting in the dark. There were people on the crest of the next dune ever. You stumbled to your feet, nearly falling again.

The group started down the side, calling out to you once again. "Are you okay?"

"No," yelling didn't work out, your voice was hoarse and barely reached two feet. Let alone twenty. You tried to shake your head no.

"Wait there, we will be there in a moment." The man seemed weirdly calm.

You tried to walk forward, but you stumbled, and fell. You caught yourself on your hands, scratching up your skin. "Don't move," another person called, but you couldn't hear what he said after that.

The group made their way down the rest of the dune in less than three minutes. They were obviously in a hurry.

The man who spoke to you first came up to you, you recognized his voice. "My name is Thelonious Jaha. Are you alright?"

You swallowed, and it hit you. No fucking way.

"Yeah, right." You said, trying to swallow. It didn't help. "Thelonious Jaha is a character on the TV show that my mother helped create. And I swear if you say that you're Murphy," you were speaking to a brunet teenager standing next to him, "I'm going to laugh, which wouldn't be a good idea, seeing my current physical state."

"How did you know that?" The man claiming to be "Jaha" asked.

"Because you're fictional characters, jeez, you guys are crazy." You were blinking nearly every two seconds.

"No, we aren't. What is your name?"

"Y/n Franko."

"Wait," a girl asked. "As in Becca Franko? We were forced to read about her in one of the classes on the ark."

"Uhm, yeah. Do you have any water, and can you help me stand up?" You rubbed your throat. The man nodded, helping you up, the boy and the older one steadying you when you stumbled.

The teenager handed you a flask filled with cold water. You drank it, relishing the feel of your throat being wet with the cold liquid. You left about half of it, and tried to hand it back to him. "You keep it, you look like hell."

"Thank you. Now, you're really sticking to the names?"

"Those are our names so, yeah, we planned on keeping them."

You shook your head, letting out a breathy laugh. You decided to save the last of the water, you might need it. "Listen, I have no idea where the closest city is, and I need to collect the Coronavirus vaccine so if you could point me to the..." You trailed off, they were looking you like you were insane. "What?"

"Listen, Y/n" Jaha started, but you interrupted.

"I'm sixteen, don't talk to me like I'm a child." You hated it, people were always underestimating you because of your age when you had actually helped your mother perfect the science of what she called "nightblood", you and her both had become one. What else was about to come true?

"Yes, of course. I apologize. You're obviously trusted enough for your mother to send you here."

"What do you mean sent here?" Murphy asked. No one was going to let Jaha finish apparently.

"My mother, she invented time travel and I was sent to collect the Coronivirus vaccine from the year 2052."

"Yeah, well you missed the mark by a lot." He pursed his lips and shrugged.

"What?" Your breathing sped up, you tried to calm yourself down. "Wait." You said in a panic, trying to remember where she had put the button. Your hands flew to your pockets, and you let out a sigh of relief when you felt in in your front pocket. You pulled it out, and you were in a panic again. Wires were sticking out and it was practically torn in half. You were hyperventilating now. "No, no, no," you repeated the word constantly, trying to shove the wires back inside and press the button back together. It still wouldn't work.

"What's the matter?" You just shook your head, you were having a panic attack. You couldn't breath, your chest felt tight. Your hands were shaking and you were desperately trying to shove the pieces back together.

"Hey, hey, Y/n." Murphy came over to you and put his hands on your arms, squeezing. "You need to calm down."

"No, no I- I can't. I can't." You rubbed your face, crying out when you rubbed sand in the scrape on it. You went back to trying to put the button back together. "This, it was supposed to bring me back. I can't go back, I can't- I can't go back."

"Give me the button," you listened, handing him the barely attached pieces and started rubbing the inside of your left wrist with your thumb. "Now sit down." You tried to sit down, your whole body was shaking still. You reached your hands behind you, and nearly fell backwards. Murphy helped you to the ground. Your eyes started to burn, you tried to keep yourself from crying. You couldn't help yourself this time.

Murphy sat down next to you as you rocked in place. "Listen to me, breathe with me." He made you look at him, and take deep, ragged breaths. You finally calmed down with his help.

"But the button is still broke, and I have no way to get back." You were defeated. You didn't know what to do now.

They were all silent. Thirteen people just watched you have a mental breakdown.

"Why don't you come with us? We are headed to the City of Light. Salvation awaits." You raised an eyebrow, snorting.

Now you kind of wished you had paid more attention to the TV show, maybe then it would have told you what to expect of the future. But you had never been interested, not unlike your mother, you favored forensic science. Although what you really wanted was to go back to space. Where you had helped her perfect nightblood. Now that you thought about it, The 100 was really just her way of telling the world of what was to come. You really should have watched it. You didn't know anything about except for the character names and faces.

"Alright, fine. It's not like I can do anything else." You shrugged, trying to stand up. You still didn't have the best balance.

"Actually, we should rest for a little while." Jaha said, before turning to everyone else. "Everyone set up camp. We are resting here tonight. We will resume in the morning."

You ended up sleeping between two girls who had offered to share their janky, ripped up clothes they had in their pack. They wrapped up your face and arms, they seemed very kind.

You had fallen asleep quickly, and you were woken up by one of the girls. "Y/n, we're leaving." You sat up, your muscles were aching and you had a headache. All you wanted to do was lay down and not get up.

But you had to keep on. "Okay." You cleared your throat, and took a sip of the water. You took a deep breath and stood up. You brushed off the hot sand that was on your face, careful to avoid the scrape.

"Come on, is everyone up?" He paused, checking to see everyone had everything. "Let's go."

You walked for an hour before you came upon a cart, you started to walk forward, but Murphy stopped you as a girl jumped out and yelled something. "Bak yu op o ai na frag yu." She was holding a knife, or something similar.

You jumped back in surprise. You heard guns cock, and Jaha speak. "We mean you no harm. Do you speak English?"

"What do you want?" Her voice was interesting, it had an accent, but you couldn't place it. Her voice was pretty, though. She sounded pretty.

"Nothing." He shook his head. You stood, intrigued, as you watched the interaction. "It looks like you could use a hand, what are you doing out here alone?"

You had to admit, you wouldn't have trusted him if you were back in your time, he sounded like he might try to kidnap someone. It was a little disturbing.

You heard a zipper, she put her weapon inside her coat, and she took off her face covering. You were right, she was pretty. She was extremely pretty. You pressed your lips together. The tattoos on her face were strange though, you hadn't seen anything like them back home.

"My brother and I were heading to the City of Light when wastelanders attacked." Her voice shook slightly, and you felt bad for her. You hadn't realized, but you had been taking small steps forward, inching closer and closer. "They took our horse, all our water, everything." She paused. "They killed him, this cart is all I have left." She looked down, shaking her head.

Jaha turned to the group. "Give her some water." He yelled, Murphy nudged you. He had noticed your interest. You started to take your water from the extra jacket the girls had given you when a red haired man stopped you and Murphy. "Woah woah, no no, we barely have enough for ourselves." He spoke quick, and in a quiet voice.

"Touch me again and I'll end you," Murphy said, pulling you along. "In a non-criminal way." He said as he passed Jaha, turning back to the one with the red hair. He tugged you with him, and you handed the girl your water.

She drank it gratefully, and when she finished Jaha spoke. "We're on our way to the City of Light as well. What's your name?"

She looked at Jaha, then Murphy, and then you. You shuffled a bit as she kept looking at you. "Emori."

She looked back at Jaha, "Everyone in the deadzone is looking for the City of Light. Almost no one finds it, I can get you there." She paused, pointing behind her. "If you pull my cart."

Jaha looked over at you and Murphy, "Done." He turned around. "Caspian! You're on the first shift." He yelled at someone, you thought it might have been the red head.

"Thanks," she said, looking at you. "For the water." She handed it back to you. You nodded, your face heating up. You didn't know why you couldn't speak, but you just couldn't seem to form coherent words.

She gave a small smile and walked off.

"Let's go." You heard someone yell.

The three of you were walking near the back, mostly silent. Murphy and Emori were talking quietly as you walked. You weren't actively engaging in the conversation, although you were listening.

"So," Murphy started, "What made you ditch your home and make you wanna cross the beach from hell?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Come on, take my mind off all the fun we're having." He insisted, you wished he would stop pushing it. Obviously she didn't want to tell you about it.

"It wasn't my decision to leave." She finally said.

"Kicked out?" He raised an eyebrow. "Okay, now I'm interested. What did you do?" You looked over at them, trying to see how she would react. You wished that you were part of the conversation, but you couldn't butt in now, you didn't want to come off as rude.

"If I told you, you would not look at me the same."

Maybe that would be a good thing, maybe what she did was so bad that it would absolutely terrify you and you would back off.

"Maybe, but then again I might surprise you." You started to walk ahead, but Murphy caught your wrist, not drawing the attention of Emori. He let go and resumed his conversation with her.

"What about you? How did you end up in the dead zone?"

"I could tell you the gory details, but since you're one of the few people on the planet who doesn't hate me at the moment," he paused. "I don't think I want to blow it."

"Now I'm interested." They smiled at each other, and you once again wanted to catch up to someone in the front. You felt weird being around them, they were being very flirty.

"You really want to know?" She nodded, encouraging him. "I killed two people." You stumbled a little, not that they noticed. "Tried to kill two more. I had my reasons, but nobody cared. I'm the bad guy."

When she didn't respond, he got uncomfortable. "Told you I'd blow it." You walked for a minute more in silence, before she stopped him. You tried to keep walking, but she grabbed your jacket and pulled you back. "You too, Y/n." You let out a yelp, and stumbled back, accidentally knocking into her. She steadied you, smiling at you before removing her hand from your waist.

She waited for the last people to pass you before removing her glove on her left hand. "My people saw me as a stain in the bloodline, something to erase."

She started to walk again, putting her glove back on. You looked at Murphy, you didn't know what to do. You thought it was pretty cool, but you were angry at her "people" for trying to erase someone that amazing.

"The screw 'em." She stopped and turned back to him. "I wouldn't cover it up, it's pretty badass."

She laughed, "Liar." Then walked off again.

You followed her, motioning for Murphy to hurry up. He didn't, he walked behind the two of you.

You caught up with her. "Uhm, I actually think your hand is awesome." You had no where near the amount of confidence Murphy did, so it seemed like a weak compliment.

She breathed a laugh. "So, why are you out here? You don't look like the sky people." She changed the subject, obviously ready to stop talking about her hand.

"How could you tell?" You glanced over at her, you were playing with the bottom of your shirt.

"You are cleaner, and you seem more innocent. Nothing has made you rough." You smiled, laughing a little.

"It's kind of a long story."

"I'll listen." She bumped shoulders with you.

"Okay. So, uhm," you sighed, you had no idea where to start. "So, I'm not from here, obviously. You were right about that." You nodded, licking your lips. "But I'm not from this time at all. I'm actually from the year 2042, and my mother is Becca Franko. She discovered time travel, and I was supposed to be sent to the future to collect a cure for the virus that was going on in my time. But something went wrong, as you can see." You chuckled slightly. She smiled at you. "And I ended up here, with no way to get back because the button that was supposed to bring me back, it broke." Your voice broke, and she rubbed her hand over your back.

"Well, that just gives us more time to get to know each other." She raised an eyebrow, smiling.

You smiled, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. "Yeah, it does."

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