#and have always been told you're annoying and unbearable

[aussie-roadkill]

I once said I was the worst nightmare to anyone with bpd due to my ability to just not want or need to be around other people,being emotionally disconnected enough that I think I wouldn't care if my friends left me, and assumption that everyone else in the world is as fine with being alone as me, and I guess I was right because I do in fact think I am my worst enemy

[sinkovia]

Yes, Lieutenant: III

Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Violence, angst, blood.

Yes, Lieutenant Masterlist

You sat alone in your dimly lit room, the harsh words Ghost said echoing through your mind like a relentless chant.

You're not my type.

You're always following me around like a lost puppy, always watching my every move, and it's annoying as hell.

His words crushed your heart.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, soaking into your pillow as you sobbed in silence. It felt like the walls were closing in on you, the weight of rejection pressing down with an unbearable force.

He was the one to make a move on you first. Yeah, you harbored feelings for him deep down, but you always told yourself you would never act upon them because it was unprofessional, and you were okay admiring him from afar.

How could he have been so cruel? You had let your feelings show, and it had only resulted in heartache.

As Ghost stood at your door, he couldn't help but notice the telltale signs of your sadness. Your eyes were puffy and red, your cheeks stained with tears that you had fought so hard to hide. It crushed his heart, seeing the pain he had caused you etched across your face.

Deep down, he felt a crushing weight of guilt. He knew he had hurt you, and it tore at his conscience. But he also knew he needed to push you away, to keep up the facade of a calm and cold demeanor. His own internal struggle was hidden behind a mask of detachment, a facade he had become a master at maintaining.

It was a battle within him, torn between his feelings for you and his desire to protect you from himself. The guilt coursed through his veins like poison, but he couldn't let it show.

"Price wants everyone in the debriefing room," he said, his voice carrying an undertone of regret.

You fail to catch it.

"Is that all you have to say?" You couldn't hide the bitterness in your voice.

Ghost hesitated for a moment, his gaze dropping to the floor before he quietly replied, "Yes." He turned away, leaving you to grapple with the pain he had caused, all the while carrying the heavy burden of his own remorse.

Leaving you alone with your shattered heart, the room once again enveloped in the heavy silence of your unspoken pain.

Price had debriefed us on a mission that Laswell was sending us on. It would take place in a couple of hours; we were going to breach a safe house not far from here. Laswell had received an intelligence report that the enemy was supposedly using the building to transport cargo underground.

You quickly changed into your tactical gear before heading down to the storage locker. As you walked in, you bumped into Ghost as he was walking out.

He didn't say a word, only shooting you a cold glare before walking away.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the desolate street where the safehouse stood. The building, a nondescript two-story structure, was tucked away in a dimly lit alley.

Your team moved with calculated precision. The air was frigid, each exhale visible as a ghostly vapor. The mission had a sense of urgency, a feeling that time was of the essence. On the flight over, the team had received intel that a high-ranking operative was holed up in the safe house, and extracting valuable information from him was paramount.

The plan was simple, in theory. Breach the perimeter, gain entry without alerting the guards, and capture the operative before he had a chance to react. But in the world of covert operations, simple plans often took unforeseen turns.

As you approached the entrance, your heart pounded in your chest. The adrenaline coursing through your veins was a constant reminder of the danger that lay ahead. The silence of the night seemed to amplify every breath and rustle, heightening the tension.

With a subtle hand signal, Ghost gave the go-ahead. You moved like shadows, silently closing in on the safe house. The breach was executed flawlessly, the door swinging open with a well-timed kick, and the element of surprise on your side.

Inside, the safehouse was dimly lit, the air heavy with anticipation. As you cleared room after room, you could hear faint murmurs and hurried footsteps from the operatives inside. The tension escalated with each passing moment.

The sound of muffled voices ahead signaled that you were closing in on your target. As you pushed forward, you couldn't help but feel the weight of dread pressing down on you.

As you slowly opened the door, silently walking through, you pointed your suppressed pistol at the man standing next to your target. But in the rush of the moment, you failed to realize that there was another man waiting behind the door.

A strong hand clamped over your mouth, muffling your startled gasp. With a swift, calculated move, he managed to pin you down onto the floor. Your heart sank as he took both of your hands and zip tied them. You attempted to scream out, but he quickly taped your mouth shut, your cries stifled.

The target slowly walked over, laughing.

"What do we have here?" he sneered as he kneeled down next to you, harshly grabbing your face and scanning your features.

"You have such a pretty face." His words dripped with malice as he raised his fist and brought it down, striking you hard across the face. The force of the blow sent shockwaves of pain radiating through your body. Your vision blurred, and the room seemed to tilt dangerously. You attempted to scream for help, but all that escaped your lips were muffled groans.

Panic surged through your veins as the unbearable pain consumed you. You squeezed your eyes shut, struggling and flailing in desperation, attempting to get up from the floor. Adrenaline surged through your veins, but it was no match for the overwhelming force of your assailants.

They would just kick you down again...

And again...

And again.

Pain flared in your ribs and jaw, making it difficult to breathe or defend yourself.

Panic set in as oxygen became a rare commodity, and your vision darkened at the edges.

Desperation fueled your adrenaline. With one last surge of strength, you managed to land a solid strike with your foot, pushing back one of the men. But it was too little, too late. The damage had been done, and your body, battered and overwhelmed, finally gave in. 

As consciousness slipped away, you felt a sense of helplessness, a silent plea for someone to intervene and save you from the relentless onslaught.

You felt the blood seeping from your nose...

You felt your blood seeping everywhere.

They continued to beat you as your eyes began to flutter close. Your consciousness slipping further and further away. Suddenly the pain had stopped all at once and you heard a voice.

They kept trying to tell you something,  but your ears were ringing.

A sense of weightlessness overcame you. It was as though you were floating in a vast, featureless void. Unseen forces tugged at your consciousness, pulling you deeper into the abyss.

And then, like a beacon in the night, a presence emerged from the shadows. Strong arms enveloped you, cradling you with unwavering support. The warmth of another human being pressed against you, grounding you in the midst of your descent into the abyss.

You could sense the urgency in the touch, the desperation of the one who held you. Faint words and pleas reached your ears, but they were like distant whispers, struggling to penetrate the thick fog that enveloped your senses. Your vision remained shrouded in darkness, your ears ringing.

He gently cradled you, his heart pounding as he tried tried to wake you up. Your pulse was weak. Desperate words spilled from his lips, as he was running to the med evac. 

You remained unresponsive, caught in a world between consciousness and oblivion.

"Y/n it's me please look at me" As Ghost gently, but firmly, holds you in his arms, he cups your face in his hands trying to get you to open your eyes. Your body was limp in his arms. 

"Y/n open your eyes it's Simon, Please just look at me. Please just open your eyes." Despite his pleas, you were still unresponsive.

"Fuck."

In a few minutes you had landed being put on a stretcher as you were rushed into surgery. 

Five hours of stitching you back together.

The night had turned into a battleground of emotions for Ghost, and as they transferred you into a room, Ghost dragged a chair next to your bed, carefully holding your hand in his. The only signs of life were the rhythmic beeping of machines and the steady rise and fall of your chest as you lay in a deep coma. 

He scanned over your face, you had stitches going across your eyebrow into your hairline, you had stitches on your cheek and lip. Your shoulder had been dislocated and you were bleeding internally. 

You were still unconscious , the doctor had told Ghost it might take awhile for you to wake up but that he should talk to you, to help your consciousness find its way back to your body.

With each passing second, he spoke to you. Talking about the missions you had went on, the nights spent in the rec room, the time Soap had rammed his head into a glass display at a bakery. Any fond memories that he could think of. 

His voice, soft and laden with emotion, filled the room like a whispered secret, the words falling on your unconscious ears. His hand rested gently atop yours, a warm anchor in the cold, sterile room.

"Remember that mission in Prague?" Ghost began, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "It was pouring rain, and you slipped on that wet cobblestone, but you didn't let it slow you down. You just flashed that stubborn grin of yours and kept moving."

A brief pause followed, as if he were savoring the memory. "And those late nights in the rec room, when you'd talk about anything and everything until the sun came up. Those were some of the best moments I had with you. Just listening you talk about all the things you loved."

He shifted in his chair, his eyes never leaving your form. "I need you to wake up, Y/n," his voice trembling with vulnerability. 

"I need you to hear me out. I said some awful things, things I regret more than anything. I... I didn't want to ruin you, to drag you into the darkness that clings to me like a shadow."

The weight of his confession hung heavily in the air. "But when I realized you felt the same way about me, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope, a ray of light in all this darkness. I want you to know that I love you… I have for a long time, more than I can ever put into words. And that's why I pushed you away, to protect you from me."

The room was filled with the unspoken words that lingered between you, the raw emotions that had finally found their voice. Ghost's gaze never wavered, his grip on your hand never loosened, as if he hoped his love and remorse could transcend the silent chasm that separated you.

He was praying that you would hear him, he prayed to a god he no longer believed in, prayed that you would open your eyes and be okay.

You heard every word. If you could smile you would. 

Your heart swelled with warmth at his confession, an overwhelming desire to hold him close, to reassure him that you weren't afraid of the darkness he spoke of, that you were willing to run into it together. 

As his words hung in the air, your inner voice echoed your silent response. You fought with all your might to wake up, to bring your consciousness back to your body, to reach out and tell Ghost that you were there, you wanted to tell him that you were willing to stand beside him, to face whatever darkness the world had to offer together.

But you couldn't speak or move, you could only feel. You felt the touch of his hand on yours. You felt the sincerity in his voice, the love that had remained hidden for too long.

With every word, you fought to regain control, to claw your way back from the abyss. Ghost's confession had breathed life into your soul, and you were determined to answer in kind.

[leclerc-s]

track 001. sola

─── ❝ y de todo me olvidaré, hasta de tu nombre me olvidare ❞ ───

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f1updates penelope trevino, longtime family friend of the sainz family has appeared in the paddock for the first time since 2016. she is here for the first grand prix of the year.

user92 she looks hot. single penelope is thriving, give us the mclaren boys content girl.

user73 our latina queen coming through with the style. love her outfit

↳ user64 she's not latina if she's from spain.

↳ user73 she was born in the usa to mexican parents and grew up traveling to mexico, spain, and the states. she's a latina, simply because she grew up in spain or the states doesn't change that.

↳ user39 no one is doing it like her, truly

user20 i fucking love her fit. i could never wear something like that because i hate denim dresses, they're so uncomfy but she looks so good in it.

penelopetrevino posted a new story

note to self: don't leave your phone unattended near two toddlers.

landonorris i am not a toddler! penelopetrevino remind me again how old you are? landonorris THAT'S NOT FAIR!

carlossainz55 you just had to post it didn't you? penelopetrevino you just had to look so disgusted didn't you? carlossainz55 i can't help feeling disgusted by the thought of you penelopetrevino eres insoportable (you are unbearable) carlossainz55 i'm glad your boyfriend cheated on you penelopetrevino bastardo, i hope you dnf (bastard)

she slammed her phone face down, frustrated with carlos sainz. he was completely and utterly annoying. she frowned and failed to notice the person sitting beside her, "first one?"

penelope jumped up, her reflexes having her hold her fists up. the person held their hands up, and penelope deflated, noticing it was a girl. she smiled at penelope, holding out a hand for a handshake, "natalia ruiz."

"penelope trevino," she replied, shaking her hand, "and i'm sorry about that but you scared me."

she shrugged, "i would've done the same. i grew up with charles and his brothers, violence was always the answer. is this your first race? i haven't seen you around here before."

penelope shook her head, "i haven't been here since 2016. my schedule got too busy to attend races."

"and you're here with?"

"carlos, with mclaren."

"ah, you must be the annoying thorn in his side."

"the bastard said that about me? i'll have you know i am a saint compared to carlos sainz. he told me he was glad my boyfriend cheated on me."

"ooh," natalia said, "that's tough. i can help you get back at him."

"how?"

"adding you to our group chat, i'm surprised daph hasn't added you yet. she always manages to get everyone's number. it's sort of scary what she can do."

"do it," penelope said, "anything to further annoy carlos."

natalia laughed, handing her phone to her, "put your number in there. i have a feeling we're about to be good friends penelope trevino."

natalia ruiz added one person

max verstappen why does everyone suddenly love adding people? bad enough leclerc and ruiz are here.

charles leclerc i can and will crash into you. natalia ruiz fuck you verstappen max verstappen no thanks, you're not my type. daniel ricciardo yeah, he prefers small blondes named mae jones max verstappen i'm going to murder you

carlos sainz you have got to be shitting me

carlos sainz what have you done?

carlos sainz is nothing sacred anymore?

lewis hamilton i bet it's penelope, the girl he was complaining about earlier.

natalia ruiz you're being dramatic carlos, she's a nice girl. she almost punched me.

penelope trevino YOU SCARED ME! FIGHT OR FLIGHT! I PICKED FIGHT! I ALWAYS PICK FIGHT!

daniel ricciardo i don't get it, why invite her if you were going to complain about her?

carlos sainz i didn't invite her, my dad did. i don't want her anywhere near me.

mae jones didn't know princess diaries 2 was getting a remake.

daphne jones huh, you're right. mae jones of course i am, i always am daphne jones that's debatable

fernando alonso i was under the impression he liked her? it seems like those things children do to get someone's attention.

penelope trevino the better spanish driver is so wrong. he doesn't like me. i also don't like him. we tolerate each other because our families like each other.

carlos sainz tolerate each other is too nice

pierre gasly are you not spanish too?

penelope trevino I'M MEXICAN! YOU FRENCH FRY!

natalia ruiz she's like charles when they call him french

charles leclerc i'm not french, i'm monegasque.

pierre gasly tell that to arthur, he seems to think he's french. charles leclerc arthur's too busy trying to date sergio's niece, his opinion doesn't matter. lance stroll isabella? she said they were besties? or something like that charles leclerc the other one! lance stroll dulce? charles leclerc THAT ONE!

daphne jones carlos why do you even dislike her? she seems like a nice girl

carlos sainz oh, she's got you all fooled penelope trevino i've only ever been mean to you in retaliation pendejo. you cut off my pigtail when we were kids so i shaved your head

daniel ricciardo i find it hard to believe that carlos was ever bald

penelope trevino he was like 7 and i was 5. i am petty.

natalia ruiz heard your song with bad bunny, please marry me. it's like dress level good

pierre gasly translation: it's a horny song esteban ocon forever scared. do not look up the lyrics

natalia ruiz they make it sound worse in english, it's actually not that bad

fernando alonso she lies. penelope trevino it's not that bad mae jones i translated the lyrics, it's pretty bad. i aspire to write a song as horny as that one day.

sebastian vettel somehow i get called dad but all of you tend to 'adopt' the first person you come across

natalia ruiz that's not true! i'm simply helping a friend annoy someone else.

carlos sainz what have i ever done to you natalia?

natalia ruiz nothing but i love chaos and a good enemies to lovers

carlos sainz me and her? never.

penelope trevino the two of us? never in a million years

lewis hamilton screenshotting so when you two inevitable end up together i have proof.

daniel ricciardo I DID THE SAME THING YEARS AGO!

max verstappen why do i vaguely remember that??

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penelopetrevino two pretty (new) bestfriends take on australia!

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nataliaruiz we're besties now! even if you almost punched me

↳ penelopetrevino of course, but don't sneak up on me if you don't want to get nearly punched.

user86 this is so iconic of them

user29 the dresses are so iconic of them but who took the picture??

landonorris so no picture credits? wow mom

↳ penelopetrevino so sorry my son 📸 landonorris

↳ landonorris thanks mom!

↳ user55 lando literally imprinted like a baby duck on penelope

user44 not charles liking a post because his bestie was tagged in it

↳ user31 those two are not just besties and we all fucking know it

↳ user91 facts! those two are in love

user64 so no carlos???

lando norris i don't why carlos doesn't like penelope, she's nice??

penelope trevino ugly bitches hate me

carlos sainz says the ugly person herself

lance stroll he may hate her guts but he will never call her a bitch

alex albon we respect women here lance! lance stroll i know that alex!

mae jones love a good enemies to lovers

natalia ruiz same, it's mia and nicholas but irl

max verstappen i still don't get what that means

daniel ricciardo right, forgot you basically had no childhood. we're watching princess diaries 2. EVERYONE TO MY HOTEL ROOM!!

lance stroll CAN I COME TOO??!!! esteban ocon lance, buddy, are you feeling okay??

lance stroll THAT WASN'T ME!! I HAVE A CHILD CHASING ME!!

george russell i can hear him screaming for sergio to "control his child"

george russell i wasn't aware checo had children who could text.

sebastian vettel that's his niece george.

george russell i knew that...

lance stroll DANNY!! CAN I COME?!! I LOVE THE PRINCESS DIARIES!!

daniel ricciardo of course isabella.

lance stroll this is why you're my favorite red bull driver

max verstappen what the fuck?

pierre gasly HE DOESN'T EVEN DRIVE FOR RED BULL ANYMORE

lance stroll added one person

isabella perez i don't care. are any of you dating daphne freaking jones??

daniel ricciardo how the fuck??

penelope trevino DANIEL'S DATING DAPHNE JONES??

isabella perez i saw you guys kissing one time last year... if you really want to keep your relationship a secret maybe try harder

daphne jones I TOLD YOU RICCIARDO!! BUT NO YOU SAID, "WHO COULD POSSIBLY SEE US??"

daniel ricciardo how was a i supposed to know she was around??? she's like a baby duck.

isabella perez i am.

isabella perez i'm like jacob with rotisserie chicken in twilight

max verstappen what the fuck is twilight

isabella perez oh, they weren't joking when they said you had no childhood.

penelope trevino what the fuck did i get myself into??

isabella perez SINGING IN THE SHOWER!! LA-DA-DI LA-DA-DA

penelope trevino oh por dios

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¡leclerc-s speaks! i'm not quite sure how i feel about this part but i lowkey think it's cute. so here it is! please do not expect parts this frequently, i'm just trying to get the first part out for every series in the honest series. i'll probably disappear for a week after that, it's a pattern for me.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[ozzy-boy]

Cole love languages <3

(this is a long one, strap in. theres so much to write about considering hes literally obsessed)

((can you tell he's my fave?))

-When it comes to love languages, all of the above is pretty fitting for Cole... If you asked him directly what his favorite is, he'd struggle to find an answer. There are so many wonderful ways to love you...

-One he leans towards is words of affirmation.

-Cole lives and breathes to compliment you. It comes easy to him because he thinks that every single thing you do is cute. Every. Single. Thing.

-You could stand perfectly still, doing absolutely nothing and Cole would compliment the way you breathe. Everything about you is simply magnificent, and he's not afraid to speak his mind.

-In return, he feels like he's walking on air for days after you compliment him.

-Your words float around in his head and heart like butterflies, and he repeats it to himself constantly. You think he's handsome, you love him, you think he has a cute smile...

-No matter what it is, he holds your praise close to his heart.

-An extremely big fan of physical touch. But watch out. He gets crazy cuteness aggression sometimes.

-Gets sudden, overwhelming urges to squeeze or bite. Admittedly, he tries very hard not to act on these urges out of fear of hurting you. (Unless you're. Y'know. Into that kind of thing.) He kind of jokes around about it to gauge your reaction but it's very, very real.

-Often takes his aggression out on a pillow or something soft when the urge gets unbearable. Even just thinking about you too much can give him an overwhelming burst of energy. Needs to get it out of his system every once in a while so that he doesn't let it slip around you.

-At first, in your early relationship, Cole keeps his hands very notably to himself. He's always either holding himself or has his hands folded at the small of his back.

-Despite... well, everything, Cole is not delusional. He understands very well that his feelings and urges are not... normal. He worries quite a bit about scaring you away by revealing too much. So he keeps to himself for a long time, only occasionally dipping into your personal space for a few brief moments. Usually to whisper in your ear or tease you when he sees the opportunity.

-He allows you to set the pace of your relationship, only delving into his desires once it's been made clear that you feel the same way. Contact between you two will have to be initiated by you at the start.

-Once you've been together for a while though, this caution goes out the window. Now that you're his, get ready, because Cole. Is. Clingy. Wants to be touching you at all times. The only time he feels like he has true control over himself is when he's in your arms.

-Sorry but he is 100% guilty of lovebombing after he's done or said something suspicious lmao.

-Oh, you just caught him following you...? Er, well, has he told you recently how cute you are? And hasn't it been a dreadfully long time since he kissed you? Looks like he'll have to spend the next several minutes remedying that haha nothing suspicious about that haha....

-Always finds a way to weasel out of anything regarding his 'tendencies'. He's cute enough that he usually succeeds.

-Side note, he's a biter. Cole will occasionally stride over to you, bite your neck or shoulder (sometimes leaving a hickey if you'll let him), and then walk away like nothing happened. He'll also nip at your lips or fingers to tease. If you ask him about it, he'll say that it's a lingering effect from the curse, but how true that is is debatable.

-Your quality time is very dear to him. Always annoyed when something (or someone) cuts into your time together.

-Quality time is often intrinsically linked to physical touch for him. Would spend every waking moment in your arms if he could. It's not realistic of course, but a man can dream...

-Although, he'll enjoy doing anything with you. Loves to join in on your hobbies and the activities you enjoy, and appreciates it if you return the favor. Admittedly, Cole doesn't indulge in many hobbies (at least not many that he can actually tell you about) but he loves it if you get involved with his interests.

-Will often spend his time lackadaisically following you to and fro, if only to have a few more minutes with you. This is especially apparent in the mornings when you're getting ready for your day. He'll trail after you while you make breakfast, shower, get dressed... Everything, just for the few extra seconds of attention it gains him. And if he gets a few kisses along the way, then he certainly won't complain.

-If you're going somewhere, Cole will always offer to tag along. Going to the grocery store? He'll come with you to carry your bags. Going to work? He'll walk you there. Can't be too careful, now can we? Going to see a friend? Well... why would you do that when you could be here with him?

-tldr this man doesnt understand the concept of personal space nor time

-He's not super into gift giving, but he's hardly against it.

-Cole likes to get you presents more than he likes to receive them. All he desires is your time and attention (all of it).

-Shockingly good at getting you gifts. Almost suspiciously so...

-You know that weird phenomenon when you start wanting something and then suddenly you start seeing ads everywhere for that thing? Yeah, that's kind of what receiving gifts from Cole is like.

-You'll get something from him before you even know you wanted it.

-It's not like he stalks you when you aren't together and watches your every move and notices when your eyes linger on things when you're shopping or snooping through your phone when you leave the room to see if you've searched for anything recently haha totally not.....

-He loves the look of surprise that passes over your face when you open gifts lovingly wrapped by him.

-While it's not his preference, he loves receiving gifts from you, especially if there's no particular reason for it. Makes his heart squeeze painfully to know that you think of him when he's not around enough to buy him things. Perhaps you think about him as much as he thinks about you...? (impossible)

-Couldn't care less what the actual gift is. For Cole, it really is the thought that counts.

-Goes nuts over acts of service. You'll never have to lift a finger around him.

-Cole could wait on you hand and foot for the rest of his life and be content. Treats you like royalty. A prince/ss and their lowly servant... Born to fulfill your every whim.

-Loves to dote on you. Please let him dote on you. Even the most minor of things will be done in a flash if you want... Or the most major of things.

-Will do absolutely anything for you. No questions asked.

-He rather enjoys household chores, actually. Cleaning sort of comes naturally to him. If you live together, expect Cole to keep the house spotless. Just don't think too hard about how many surfaces/materials he knows how to clean blood out of...

-Additionally, he loves to cook for you. Cole would hardly describe himself as a health nut, but he is very mindful. He likes to be in charge of your meals to ensure you're eating properly and being healthy. King of making you eat all your vegetables.

-He's lowkey a pushover when it comes to you though so he'll do or make whatever you want anyways <3

[hanilessa]

Hey girlie hope you’re doing well (≧◡≦) ♡ May i have a jealous Childe drabble? Like maybe he’s jealous of Zhongli or Pantalone cause they’re spending time with reader? Have a good day <3

` Author’s notes: heeeey dear!! i hope you're doing well too :3 thank u for your request. and i hope you enjoy reading it ♡ jealous childe is my weakness TT i love him sm >_< have a good day too, love! ily <3

` Childe x Fem!Reader

` Genre: jealousy, romance

It was felt to trembling in the knees unpleasant and annoying. The feeling of irritation rose from his heels to his head, spreading throughout his body at a rapid pace. The heart was squeezed by prickly thorns, wrapping around the vital organ with their vise.

Tartaglia snorted in displeasure as he walked past Pantalone's office, accompanied by Fatui's agents. The agents were trembling nervously as they followed their boss, afraid to say even a word and piss him off even more.

They enjoyed working with Childe, that was true. He was a condescending man who generally didn't punish his subordinates, as Scaramouche did it, for example. But when it came to you, most of his subordinates didn't want to get in his way at all.

You were his childhood friend and Fatui's subordinate, who was so lucky to be under his command. You both loved each other, but you two tried to keep your relationship a secret so as not to put each other in danger.

You were a very hardworking person, and always showed the best results in your work, and therefore, as a reward, you were promoted and transferred to another harbinger. It was Pantalone.

Ajax was very unhappy with this, you knew that. He never trusted other harbingers and didn't want you to be alone with one of them. That day, Childe expressed his extreme displeasure, but you reassured him by promising your lover that you would be extremely careful.

Knowing about his childish nature, you watched with a grin as he pouted his lips and said that he wouldn't allow anyone to harm you. You told Tartaglia that he shouldn't worry too much about you and kissed him on the nose.

And now, remembering this, the ginger man chewed his lower lip nervously, because he noticed you in Pantalone's office. The harbinger spoke to you about something, and you nodded your head at all his words. Tartaglia exhaled nervously, clenching his hands into fists, causing the agents standing behind him to twitch nervously.

"M-my lord…" One of them said, clearly flustered by his boss's behavior. But he didn't seem to hear anything at all.

It was Pantalone who annoyed Tartaglia the most, because the ninth harbinger always gave you a lot of attention. Even when you were subordinate to Tartaglia.

Seeing you smiling not at him, but at another man, was simply unbearable for Ajax. He clenched his teeth in annoyance as Pantalone touched your hand again in a gesture that clearly didn't look like a gesture meant for a subordinate.

Childe noticed how your eyes widened and you laughed a little awkwardly, letting Pantalone know that he was overstepping bounds.

There was a slight fear on your face, and it made Childe's heart clench painfully. When the ginger man noticed that you were scared, his jaw clenched, and he realized that he wasn't going to take it anymore.

Ignoring the words of his subordinates, Tartaglia unceremoniously burst into the office of the ninth harbinger. His blue eyes were blazing with rage, making you flinch a little. Pantalone just smiled.

"What can I owe you, Tartaglia?" His voice oozed friendliness, but Pantalone's eyes showed that he was no less annoyed than Tartaglia.

You just sighed, realizing what was the matter. Ajax has been an open book for you since childhood, which you could easily read.

"I don’t want anything from you specifically, but next time don’t put your hands on something that doesn’t belong to you." Childe said cheekily, pulling you closer to him, hiding behind his broad back.

You literally felt that his words oozed pure poison.

"Excuse me, I need to pick agent Y/n up for an urgent mission. Tsaritsa demanded to gather all free agents."

Pantalone placed his hands on the table in front of him, and a grin appeared on his lips.

"Then I dare not detain you." The harbinger replied, chuckling at the furious look Childe gave him in the end.

Tartaglia firmly held your wrist, leading you along. You both walked past Ajax's subordinates, who followed you two nervously, only to stop instantly in fright when they heard his commanding voice.

"You're dismissed."

And when you and Tartaglia were alone, you were roughly pressed against the wall, pressing your body into a hard surface. You furrow your brows in displeasure as Ajax starts kissing your neck with a clear desire to leave purple bite marks on your skin as a sign that you belong to him.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you grab Childe by his ginger hair, trying to calm him down a little. But that didn't seem to stop him at all, and he continued kissing you.

"Ajax, please, calm down." You whisper through the light moans that escape your lips and cover your mouth with your free hand to drown out the sweet sounds of pleasure.

The ginger man left more and more kisses on your body, each time whispering the same word. Mine. Mine. Mine!

"I'll never let anyone touch you again, love."

[potchi-fics]

Ano'ng gagawin kung wala ka?

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/bluː/

everything reminds you of her-- the things around you, the places you visit, the sky, the sea. most times, it gives you comfort, but not this time, you fear. not this time.

NOTE: ano'ng gagawin kung wala ka means what to do without you.

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three months.

that much time has passed since my last contact with bada, my now ex-girlfriend. in those three months, i have become an entirely new person. in those three months, i lost every little thing that bring me joy.

a chuckle escapes my lips as look out to the sea, looking over the horizon because i cannot stop thinking where we went wrong.

we tried, didn't we? we did. we did try. i try to force myself to believe those phrases because i know for a fact we didn't try. at least, not hard enough.

my hands shake inside the pockets of my coat, for the reason of trying to contain in the temptation to cry, to yell, to curse out the universe for taking the most precious thing it had given me.

her.

it has always been her.

wetly, my eyes dart up to the sky. the once clear and blue skies now turn grey. the thought keeps gnawing at the back of my head.

where did we go wrong?

it's like a broken record that keeps playing over and over and over again inside my brain, torturing and killing me. a tear falls down, and i immediately wipe it off but soon after, more and more tears followed.

a broken sob shakes my whole body, the pain in my little heart so unbearable that i can't help but to cry again, to want it to be taken out of my chest just so that i can breathe properly.

the memories i've made with her starts playing in my mind.

...

a playful snort comes out of bada because i tried scaring her. of course, didn't work.

"you know," she kisses my cheek, "you're so adorable."

my face scrunches at that, she's so cheesy, i swear.

she kisses me again, but this time, on my lips. she gives me another one, and another one, and another one. her hands snaking around my waist as she pecks my lips once more.

"alright, alright," the palm of my hand acts as a barrier to my lips, "i get it, i'm adorable."

she gives me one of her bright smiles. one that could rival the world's brightest lights. one that could rival the sun icarus flew so close to.

...

i try to calm myself, but who am i kidding? bada is the only one who could calm me, but she's not here-- not anymore.

my swollen eyes flutter close, feeling the cold wind against me, feeling the quietness that surrounds me.

it's comforting. like her. like my bada.

...

bada's soft lips meet my nape, making me giggle at the ticklish feeling.

"morning, what are you cooking?" her chin rests on top of my shoulder.

i turn my head and i plant a soft kiss on her head, "breakfast. what time did you get up?"

"the bed was cold.." she whines out, "why didn't you wake me?"

my big baby. morning like these are one of the best things i'm grateful for. it's part of my routine, she is part of my routine.

...

the coldness of the metal bench meets my back, emitting goosebumps to appear on my skin.

god, did i miss the warmness of our bed. i miss it. i miss the mornings where she would hug me from behind as i cook our breakfast. i miss our spontaneous dates. i miss her little hops whenever she's excited. i miss seeing the twinkle in her eyes when she talks about something she loved. i miss her.

it always comes back to her.

i pick at my fingers; a habit i never lost whenever i'm anxious, or when i get reminded of how my life used to be when i was with her. or, when i remember how we started to fall apart.

...

"bada," i cover my face desperately, "i'm just asking you to make time for me."

she sits down with a huff, "and i told you, multiple times, that i can't."

"really? you can't?" bada looks at me with an annoyed expression, "you can't? or you just don't want to?"

"what?"

"you don't think i don't see how you act around tatter? or how you priotize her over me?" i raise my hand to get her to stop talking, "you don't think i don't see it when she posts you? how you two frequently meet and have dinner?"

"she's just a team member-"

"but to me, she's not!" at this point, tears are forming in my eyes. "okay? she's not just some member, she's not just someone you work with." i desperately and harshly wipe my tears, "that is supposed to be me. i am the one you are supposed to be taking out. i'm supposed to be the one you priotize.."

she looks down and does not say anything.

"you know what," i walk to our bedroom, "i don't care anymore, i'm used to it."

our once peaceful home now turned into... something i didn't know would exist.

...

i sigh deeply, i rub my face. why am i suddenly thinking about her?

maybe because i'm by the sea. a smile takes over my features.

...

"bada, can we talk?"

my gut churns as my gaze goes up to look at y/n. the clinking of utensils reaches my ears.

bada. she's never called me that. she doesn't even call me that when she's mad.

i can feel my throat bobble up and down as i swallow my saliva.

"w-what is it?"

my tongue darts out to my lips to wet it, anxiety making turmoil inside my whole being. her eyes glint under the light above us, her lower lip trembling, her eyebrows furrowing.

this is it. i can feel it. i am about to lose her. i'm about to lose the very most precious thing the universe has given me-- and it is all because of me.

"i can't do this anymor--"

before she can finish her sentence, i cut her off. "please, don't."

"but i can't anymore, bada." she looks at me with that painful expression etched on her beautiful face. "i'm so tired."

"no, no, please." i rush to her side, kneeling beside her. "just another chance? please?"

panicking, i grab her hands, "y/n, we can work this out."

she tries to smile at me. but not her usual smile, not the smile whenever she's happy, not the smile she gave me back then. i don't know this smile.

"bada."

stop calling me that.

i beg, my throat starts to contract, my chest bubbling with fear, "i'll be better, i promise. just don't leave me yet, i'll prove myself. please, y/n, what would i do without you?"

her trembling hands grasp my wet cheeks, "i am so tired, bada. i just can't anymore. i..."

"one chance. i can change. i will change. just stay with me, stay here forever. please, i c-can change."

a broken sob finally escapes from me. i clutch unto her hands, holding them tightly because i am scared. i am scared that after this, i'll be losing her.

and i will.

...

a figure sits beside me.

i look over to them.

"how have you been?"

[darthxdaddi]

Saber Play

AnakinxFem!Reader

This idea has been in my head for a while now and I finally gathered the balls to write about it. Please read warnings, if you feel uncomfortable just keep scrolling. Again, I get straight to the point with this fic as well. No plot, just smut.

UNEDITED so I'm sorry if I made mistakes, please ignore them :,)

Warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI!), dub-con?? , foul language, inappropriate use of a light saber, slight edging, Dom!Anakin, slight age gap (Anakin is 23 and reader is 19), Master Anakin & Padawan reader (no Ahsoka or Padme, sorry m'ladies!) , humiliation, degrading, pet names, squirting, almost public sex?, praises from Anakin, face fucking, riding, spitting, choking, messy fucking, unprotected sex and cream pie.

You've only been Anakin's Padawan for a year now after your original master was killed during the battle of Geonosis. The council deemed that he was ready to take on the task of finishing your training. You've made googly eyes at him since you two were both Padawans. He never paid mind to it though. After all you were 4 years younger, he thought it was an innocent crush. Which it was at the time, but now you're mind is mature. You are reaching the point of adulthood where you're innocent crush is more like intimate crush. Honestly you didn't get much action, yeah you messed around with other's your age but it wasn't the same. You wanted him. You wanted your master so badly and it was truly unbearable. It was completely forbidden to love or be attached to one, but being in love with you're master was on a whole new level.

It was stupidly hot this day and of course Anakin chose an outdoor training day. He loves to watch you complain and argue to try to get you're point across, he immediately shuts you down and banters on about how he is the master and you are just a padawan. He loves his new sense of power, even if he uses it on small things like this. Before you head out to the training platform you decided to wear a cropped tunic that you made yourself along with your normal pants and utility belt. You knew this would piss him off, that's what you always aimed to do. Being a brat is what you strive for, it really gets Anakin going. You loved the way his jaw clenched when he is pissed at you, the way his brows furrowed in anger.

Arriving at the training spot, you see Anakin staring off into the city only to look back at you in anger, "Little one, what in the maker are you wearing? Haven't I told you a thousand times not to tamper with your clothes?" He said obviously annoyed by your rebellion. You crossed your arms and spoke, "Well master, maybe if you hadn't picked the hottest day to train, I wouldn't have to wear such provocative clothes" you said rolling your eyes, knowing that's what his lecture was about. Anakin sighed and walked closer to you, "Y'know, you've been a real fucking brat lately. Not to mention those lustful thoughts of yours. Do you really think you deserve my sex?" He hissed. Taken aback, you could only open your mouth to speak. Yet know words came out. "Is this your attempt to seduce your master? Wearing such a shirt" he said tugging on the bottom of your barely-there under tunic. "Pathetic, your tits almost hang out of this thing. You look like a slut" he growled. One thing Anakin was good at was humiliating you. He made you feel so insignificant at times, it was actually kind of hot. You're core began to dampen as more degrading words flowed from his mouth. "Now look at you, all turned on and flustered over my cruel words. I can sense you Y/n, you can't even mentally shield yourself from me, so weak and horny for me" he chuckled, his curls began to stick to his forehead due to the heat. He inched closer, making you feel small under his gaze. "Ani, I'm sorry. I really did not intend to-" he cut you off, "You didn't intend to what? Cause me to have this aching boner? Gods I can't stand you right now" he said through his teeth. Anakin released his saber from his belt and glared into your eyes, "And that's master to you, slut" his words stung this time, did he only see you as his Padawan now? Anakin ignited his light saber in front of you.

"Strip" he said bluntly. You scurried to take off you're clothes, even though Anakin would never hurt you. He eyes you up and down, taking in all of your features. Anakin smirked as you look at him, so helpless and under his complete control. He turned his saber off and looked into your eyes, "Like I said before, I don't think you deserve my dick" with that, he ran the cold metal of the saber's hilt down your lower stomach and to your swollen cunt. He rubbed the smooth side of the hilt on your clit, staring into you as he did so. You felt so embarrassed that you closed your eyes, yet you couldn't stop the sweet groans from escaping your throat. Anakin laughed at you and pouted  mimicking your state, "Are you really going to get off to my light saber right now? You truly are pathetic" he scoffed. Anakin immediately stopped and reignited his saber, so close to your navel that you could feel the heat off of it. You were sweating, not only from nervousness, but also from the Coruscant heat. Anakin ran his weapon up and down, close to your skin. This started to excite you, the thrill of your master having so much control over you had your adrenaline pumping. "Be a good girl for me little one, and get on your knees" he said extinguishing his saber once more. You did what was asked of you and dropped to your knees. Anakin pulled down his pants just enough for his dick to show, it sprung out tall and hard as it hit his clothed abdomen. You looked at him with big doe eyes. "Don't act innocent Y/n, I know that you aren't a virgin. You sneak around other's quarters all the time" he said rolling his eyes. Looking at him in shock you said, "That may be true, but honestly I'm not very experienced" you embarrassingly admitted. He chuckled and patted your head, "You'll do just fine. Now open that pretty mouth of yours" Anakin cooed at he held the back of your head, guiding you to his glorious cock. You maintained eye contact with him and took the head of his length in your mouth, suckling on it softly. 'fucks' and groans poured out of his mouth as he pushed your head further down on him, helping you bob it. You placed your hands on his thighs for support as he started thrusting his hips into your face, his finely groomed hairs prickling at your nose. Anakin threw his head back at the sight of his very own padawan getting her face absolutely fucked, "Thats right pretty girl, earn that fucking cock" he grunted out, speeding up his pace. You wouldn't help but gag at his quick thrusts, it was almost too hard to breathe from his impressive girth. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt him twitch in your mouth. Anakin quickly pulled out of your mouth, "Open up for your master darling~" he cooed at you. You did so, just for him to spit in your mouth and shove your face back into his hips, "Fuck, I'm going to make you mine, pretty little thing" he growled at you, quickening his speed. All you could do was mumble around his suffocating dick. Anakin started getting sloppy with his thrusts as his hot cum filled the back of your throat. You didn't dare spit out what he gave you, instead you swallowed it proudly.

A voice from the hall began echoing towards the two of you. "Let's move this to my quarters hm?" He said in an almost panicked voice. Without thinking Anakin pulled his pants up and took of his cloak off, putting it on you quickly. You picked up your discarded clothes and stuffed them into your arm underneath the sleeve of Anakin's massive cloak. He helped you slip your shoes on as you desperately wrapped the excess cloth around your body. The door swiped open to reveal a confused Obi-Wan, "How was the training- Y/n why do you have Anakin's cloak on?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow. "We were practicing dueling and I got a little carried away... My shirt ripped and I left my cloak in my quarters" you lied straight through your teeth, a bad lie at that. "Oh dear, that is embarrassing young one. Good thing your master is so generous to cover you up hm?" Obi-Wan said with smirk as he looked at Anakin, as he has an idea of what really happened. "Yes well we should get going master, wouldn't want her standing here like this any longer" Anakin said with a fake smile. "Very well, the two of you better rest up. You look exhausted" Obi-Wan said chuckling. Anakin mumbled under his breath as the two of you headed for Anakin's quarters, which wasn't far from yours, "Fuck, he definitely knows something" he said with shut eyes and a sigh. Anakin swiped his room door open, locking it behind him. Though his demeanor changed as he got a better look at you with his cloak on. He was smirking at you, "Y'know, you look so damn adorable with my robes on, so tiny compared to me" he said looking at how his clothing drags to the floor more than usual on you rather than him. "Really?" You said with a smile, giving him a turn. "Really, though I'd love to see you without it on" Anakin stated as he helped you undress completely again. This time he was being sweet, pulling you by the waist to meet his gaze. Anakin placed ticklish kisses on your neck while holding you by the hips. "Anakin undress with me" you flirtatiously said. "I thought I told you it was master, or daddy if you prefer. I think I love the idea of you calling me daddy" he said with a smirk. "Daddy it is" you replied back with confidence. Anakin smiled at you as he pulled away, "Maybe if you ask nicely I'll reveal myself to you, darling" he whispered in your ear this time. This sent chills down you, forming goosebumps at the scandalous words your master had uttered. "Will you please undress for me master?" You said in a tiny voice that was almost too quiet to hear, but Anakin gave in to your cuteness and began stripping down until he was fully naked along with you. The two of you took a moment to embrace the moment, touching each other's naked bodies like it your first times again.

Anakin picked you up by the under of your thighs and back up to his bed, sitting you on his lap as he initiated a heated make out session. He grabbed and played with your ass which was almost enough to make you orgasm, as the slightest touch from him was enough to take you over the edge. You began to grind your hips into his thighs, feeling his hard cock slip in between your folds in the most delicious way. Anakin felt the same way you did as he used your ass as leverage to further grind your hips, the two of you rocked back and forth patheticly, looking into each others eyes and enjoying the moment. Grunts and groans poured lewdly out of your mouths as you sped up your action. Although before you reached your high, Anakin tossed you onto the bed and wasted no time touching your prescious parts, rolling and rubbing your clit between his skilled fingers. "So fucking wet for me little one, so damn good for me" Anakin whined as he proceded to work down your slick, spitting on your pussy. Your masters middle finger entered your hole that was aching for him so badly. You squirmed at his cold touch. His strong gloved hand held your hip to keep you in place as he introduced another finger, immediately pushing on your plush spot. You were thrown into shock by the feeling. Others had fingered you before, but not like Anakin. He was so skilled with his fingers that it made you wonder how many girls he's slept with. "Hey! Why are you worrying about my sex life? It's just me and you in this moment baby, nobody else" he said almost offended by your wondering thoughts. You blushed at his words that made you feel so special. Anakin only cared for you in this moment, something you have always longed for. He snapped you out of your thoughts as he sped up his pumps, applying more pressure to your g-spot. You bit your lip at the familiar feelings, you were about to squirt. You have only done it one other time while fucking yourself stupid to the thought if Anakin, but this time it was him who was about to make you spew. "Thats right sweetheart, let it all out for me" he said keeping his tempo. With that you threw your head back in bliss and let out a broken moan as the build up of your fluids were finally released. Anakin loved this. He loved seeing you so messy for him. He rubbed your clit quickly, sending you into your first euphoric high. Your face twisted in an ugly orgasmic way that he found so hot. "Atta girl!" Anakin chanted at you finished your orgasm, "That is such a good girl" he cooed. Anakin plopped down on the bed, pulling you on top of him. "Now Y/n, be a big girl for me and ride my cock" he smirked at you. "But daddy-" you attempted to speak but your master cut you off. "Princess you want me so bad and you know it. Go on and take what you want so badly" he said stroking your hair sweetly.

You crawled up to his length and aligned it with your dripping parts, sinking onto his thick girth. Anakin groaned as your walls clenched around him, taking in every inch. You slowly rocked your hips back and forth on him, you propped your body against his thighs to give him a better look at your pussy engulfing his dick. Anakin groaned and circled your swollen and sensitive clit with his thumb, encouraging you to grind with his finger's pace. You sped up to match him as the both of you watched as his cock slid in and out if you. "Fuck you look so good around me. Such a slut for this dick" Anakin groaned, pulling you down towards his face to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss, loving the dirty name he deemed as yours. Breaking off this kiss, you attached your lips to his neck, licking the salty residue from the sweat earlier. Anakin had no shame in letting out a few moans as he held your hips up to thrust into your cunt harshly. He wanted to ruin you, make you cum repeatedly for him. Your kisses and licks didn't last long as your mouth hung open, letting out whiney moans in his ear. Your legs began to feel like jelly as he penetrated your poor hole. "Don't stop daddy, oh gods please don't stop" you bellowed out, loud enough for the whole of  Coruscant to hear. The sounds of skin slapping and moans melodically traveled through the room. You bit down on his neck in an attempt to muffle out your moans. Anakin winced at the sharp pain and flipped you over, taking complete control of you. He summoned his light saber from his belt and ignited it like he did earlier, holding so close to your throat you could feel the heat from the weapon. This excited you immensely, feelings so helpless once again. Anakin continued to fuck you hard and fast with the light saber still to your throat, "Don't bite me whore, you aren't mine yet" Anakin hissed at you through his teeth, holding onto your hip with his free hand to control your body. He sped up his movement go an ungodly pace, completely ruining your cunt. You squirmed and whined at the way he fucked you, that's really all you could do. You where speeches. "Im going to cum in that messy hole of yours and make you mine, just as I promised" he growled at you, extinguishing his light saber and tossing it to the side. Anakin then pinned your small hands above your head and used his free hand to choke you. You saw stars, no, fireworks. You were reaching a complete euphoric orgasm like you never felt before, your walls started contracting around Anakin cock which threw him over the edge too. He moved the hand on your throat to your wrists and he buried his face into your neck, releasing his hot load into your cunt with no mercy, "You're mine now little one, all mine" he rasped into your ear.

Here it is! I hope you enjoy this content as it's a little different than I usually write.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

chapter 8.

Note: as I needed a break from writing the Dead Man fic yesterday and today, I was in need of my silly little fighter!Sihtric, because his story isn't over yet. Other Fighter chapters are in my masterlist.

Warnings: fluff, suggestive, little bit of angst. mention of alcohol/getting drunk, Sihtric's breeding kink.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric became a whole different man after his retirement, and not in a way you had expected.

wordcount: 4,1k

Masterlist

'I think I need to remind you who I am.'

'Gods,' Sihtric groaned.

You looked up from your book, annoyed, having read the same page five times already, as your man kept distracting you. Sihtric leaned with both hands against the glass window of your hotel room, shirtless while wearing black swimming trunks, overlooking Bondi beach. Him being constantly shirtless has been the only pleasant thing so far, ever since you arrived at the hotel room yesterday morning, which you had only left for breakfast, lunch and dinner… in the hotel itself.

'It's so fucking hot,' he whined.

'What did you expect?' you glared at your husband from the bed, 'it's Australia.' 

You rolled your eyes just before Sihtric turned to face you.

'Yeah, well, I thought everyone always exaggerated,' Sihtric huffed.

It was only two in the afternoon, and Sihtric had been getting on your nerves for hours already. You loved your husband, more than anything, but ever since he retired from his fighting career about a month ago, he had changed. Sihtric clearly always used his job as a way to channel his bloodlust, so to speak, but since he had given it up for you, not even punching a bag or a sparring partner anymore, he had been incredibly hard to be around. He was constantly complaining about everything and he was even more hot headed than ever before. Sihtric was also much hornier than ever before, which you didn't even know was possible and hadn't been a problem back home, but it is a problem now. He had been so determined to go to Australia with you, where the heat was unbearable this time of year, so it was even too hot to have sex. And when your already short fused husband couldn't get it on with you, because the weather made you both feel slow and lightheaded, he became even more insufferable to be around, you found out.

'Look,' you said, taking a deep breath as you closed your book, 'you were so pushy about going here, and now we're here. Will you at least pretend to enjoy it?'

Sihtric stared at you, with dark eyes and his jaw clenched, which told you he felt provoked by you. Which also meant he was getting turned on, while you started to lose your patience with him and his behaviour.

'I didn't even want to go here,' you sighed, 'I'm here for you, Siht, okay? If we're going to sit on our fucking asses all day in a hotel room, because it's so fucking hot,' you mocked Sihtric's voice, 'then what the hell are we doing here in the first place?! Such a waste of money,' you muttered.

'You're mocking me?' Sihtric asked, his voice low and calm, but the fire in his eyes burned heavily as his mismatched pair were still locked on you.

'God!' you yelled and jumped up, 'you're absolutely unbelievable lately! You keep complaining about the heat, in fucking Australia! So, yeah, maybe I am mocking you!' you hissed.

You walked into the hallway of your hotel suite and grabbed your flip flops, as well as your bag, wanting to leave the room before you'd climb the walls, or worse; hear another dumb complaint coming out of your man's mouth. But Sihtric was quick to corner you, like he had done that very first time you ever met, during his intake at your office. His chest heaved up and down steadily, with big breaths, and he stared down at you with his silly intimidation tactic.

'You raise your voice at me?' Sihtric breathed as you rolled your eyes.

His eyes darted between your lips and your eyes, before he eyed you up and down completely. He liked that little summer dress you had on. And he had definitely loved the sight of you bending over in it to pick a pen up from the floor, which he deliberately dropped before he had leaned back on the bed about an hour ago, waiting for you to notice the seemingly innocent pen, that had probably rolled off the desk. Unaware of Sihtric's trick, you had picked up the pen before you went to read your book, not long after he set his plan in motion, and he had been horny ever since, but even the airco didn't cool off your room, he thought, which left him frustrated.

'Hm?' Sihtric hummed and took your chin, firm but gentle, forcing you to look up at him, 'you mock me and raise your voice at me?'

'And?' you shrugged, feeling a cheeky grin tug at your lips.

'And?' Sihtric repeated, 'do I need to remind you who I am?' he cockily held his chin up high as he looked down at you, and he licked his lips.

You provoked him on purpose by rolling your eyes once more. Sihtric may be behaving incredibly boyish as of late, but you still enjoyed riling him up, as you thought he was so hot and sexy when he felt he had to be dominant towards you. And riling him up also meant he wouldn't complain for at least a few minutes.

'Yeah, I think I do,' he said, then hummed again, 'I think I need to remind you who I am,' he kept holding your chin as his free hand moved up your thigh, sliding underneath your short, floral dress.

Your breath hitched as his hand moved up towards your bare buttocks, and he squeezed your ass hard.

'I already thought you weren't wearing any panties,' Sihtric chuckled mischievously and bit down on his lip for a moment, 'yeah, you definitely need to be reminded who you belong to, and who you are talking to with that little attitude of yours.'

'Let us not speak about attitudes in this room, Sihtric Kjartansson,' you taunted.

'So you do know who you're talking to?' Sihtric husked, rubbing his big, warm hand over your ass before he bruisingly squeezed the skin again, making you squirm slightly as he still had you backed into a corner. 'You need to be taught a lesson about the way you speak to your husband, little miss,' he smirked, knowing you were getting aroused too.

'Sure,' you feigned a yawn.

'You're asking for a good spanking,' Sihtric murmured.

'Am I?' you asked innocently.

'Mhm,' he hummed and rolled his hips against yours, his hard cock pleasantly putting pressure onto your wet folds, 'you need a hard lesson, it seems. But don't worry,' your husband chuckled, 'I will teach you some manners.'

Sihtric moved his hand from your chin down to your throat, wrapping around you with the exact amount of intensity you enjoy, while he started to tease your core with his fingertips.

'When I'm using that tight pussy of yours,' his voice raspy, 'you will say "yes, sir", "no, sir", and "sorry, sir",' Sihtric hummed at the arousing thought, 'you will say "more, sir", "harder, sir", and most of all,' he smiled, 'you will say "please, sir, fuck me a little deeper, sir".'

'You think I will?'

'Oh, you will, baby girl,' he whispered.

'Well, I think you need a cold shower,' you shrugged.

'I think we both do,' Sihtric smiled, 'I think you need to rid me of some anger,' he said, then threw you over his shoulder and carried you into the large bathroom.

After you had dinner in the hotel, you struggled to walk down the stairs of the main entrance, while Sihtric held you close, his hand placed on your lower back. Your husband had a lot of built up anger in him lately, and by the time he was done with you in that shower, you were sore and numb at the same time. Sihtric seemed fine, albeit a little on edge and still complaining, but at least less horny and rather satisfied, for now.

Since Bondi beach was packed with tourists, you both agreed to take a cab to Maroubra beach, which was rather empty when you arrived, about an hour before sunset. Sihtric held your hand as he walked you up to the sandy beach, where he picked you up in his strong arms to carry you closer to the water, then onto a large rock that gave you the perfect view of the setting sun. You spread out the towel you had packed and before you could even blink, Sihtric pulled you down with him and held you in his arms, lovingly pecking your cheek and neck.

'I love you, bunny,' he whispered.

'I love you too, tiger,' you smiled.

God, you thought, how handsome Sihtric looked right now. His hair braided and tied back into a short ponytail, the setting sun casting an orange glow on his beautifully scarred face, while his big eyes looked at you in awe. His white, thin sleeveless shirt showed off his biceps while his swimming trunks showed off his muscular legs, and a part of his deadly thighs.

'You think you're pregnant already?' he suddenly asked.

'Sihtric,' you snorted, 'stop being so obsessed with getting me pregnant.'

'Well, how many more times do we need to try?'

'Babe, I don't know,' you sighed softly, 'but… I guess if it doesn't happen soon we should go to a doctor,' you said softly.

'What do you mean?'

'Maybe, you know,' you said hesitantly, 'maybe I can't get pregnant the usual way… I mean, it's not like we're not trying, but,' you sighed again, 'no luck so far.'

You looked down at your feet while Sihtric studied your frown.

'Hey,' he whispered, then kissed your cheek, 'we'll keep trying, okay? It will be fine. And if you want to go see a doctor in a few weeks or months, then we will. We'll find a way.'

'But… what if I… what if I can't get pregnant?' you whispered.

'We will find a way, bunny,' Sihtric kissed your lips softly as he held your chin, 'I promise we'll find a way. Don't worry about that, my love. No need to stress about any of that.'

Sihtric held you as you sat in silence for a while, gazing at the view.

'You know,' he said after a while, 'I always thought Australia had more… mountains. You know, that scenery from those movies you like so much. Lord of the… Kings?'

'Do you mean Lord of the Rings?' you frowned, offended.

'Yeah, yeah,' Sihtric smiled, proud he almost got the title right despite him falling asleep before Frodo even showed up.

'Honey, that's New Zealand. Not Australia.'

'Oh.'

The next day kind of went the same as the day before. It was too hot, Sihtric was constantly complaining about literally everything, and when you had enough and wanted to go for a walk, Sihtric got you in the bathroom again. After another hour of sex in the shower, you went for dinner again and back to the same beach as yesterday, as it was a quiet and beautiful place. At least, it was until your loving husband opened his mouth again.

'The food here could've been a little better,' Sihtric complained, remembering dinner.

'You seemed to like that steak just fine.'

'It was okay,' he shrugged and looked around, 'why don't they have lounge chairs here?'

'Sihtric, please-'

'Or a bar or something. I'm hungry,' he mumbled, 'if that restaurant wasn't so slow with their service I would've ordered a dessert.'

'Siht,' you sighed.

'Of course,' your husband hissed as he slapped a bug which had landed on his leg, 'fucking bugs here. The fuck is with this place?'

'I can't believe I'm saying this,' you finally snapped, 'but will you please, please pick up boxing again. I am begging you.'

'What?' Sihtric looked surprised and confused.

'You're driving me nuts, babe,' you groaned, 'please.'

'What are you talking about?' Sihtric frowned.

'Honey, you're constantly whining. You get annoyed at every little thing possible, you have absolutely zero patience and you're constantly horny,' you said, 'you really need to find something to keep yourself busy. Nitpicking is not a hobby.'

'I don't nitpick-'

'Sihtric.'

'I don't!'

'It's too hot,' you mocked him, 'the food is too bland. I don't like this beach. Where are the mountains? There are too many bugs. The bed is too soft, the pillow is too hard, and the shower is too small. I'm hungry, I had too much to eat. I'm tired. Baby, I can't sleep. Sweetie, will you rub my back? Please don't rub my back, honeybun, I got a sunburn. I also have a headache. Bunny, I'm horny, but it's too hot to have sex. Bunny, I'm so hard right now, but-'

'Okay, okay,' Sihtric snarled, 'fine. I see what you mean,' he sighed, 'but I just don't understand what me being horny has to do with all this.'

'Because you have all this build up anger and tension inside, you're getting rough, Sihtric.'

'I… I thought you liked that,' he said, suddenly clearly upset.

'I do, but not to the point where I can barely walk afterwards,' you chuckled lightly, 'like today.'

Sihtric looked down at his feet, and you could tell he was fighting to keep his bottom lip from trembling as he clenched his jaw.

'I'm sorry,' he barely whispered, avoiding eye contact.

'You don't have to say sorry, even though I appreciate it,' you said, 'sure, a little rough is fine, as we used to do. But you need to understand that I am so small in your arms, which I love, don't get me wrong,' you smiled softly, 'but earlier today it really seemed like you forgot how strong you are.'

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric whispered again, and tried to get up on his feet, but you stopped him.

'No, honey,' you said and held his hand, 'don't try to leave now. We have to talk about this right now. I'm not mad, I'm not rejecting you, you didn't hurt me, not the way you think at least. We're good, I promise.'

Sihtric looked a little insecure but sat back next to you again, keeping his head down. Like a puppy who got told off, while it was nothing like that.

'Like I said, sweetheart,' you cupped his cheeks, 'you have to find something you can put your energy in. Something that will take your mind off the little things that get you so worked up. I mean, we never really discussed it much, but do you even have a plan? For the future I mean?'

Sihtric shrugged lightly, trying to regain his confidence again.

'I just want a family with you,' he said softly, still looking down.

'And I want a family with you,' you squeezed his hands, 'but even if I were to get pregnant soon, it will still take a while before I'd give birth,' you chuckled, 'I mean what future plan do you have for yourself?'

'I don't know,' Sihtric said, and finally looked into your eyes again, 'I also notice I'm not myself lately. And I miss the fights, of course I do. But I know you don't want me to fight again, so I didn't mention it.'

'Yes, but you can still keep up with boxing or kickboxing, whatever, without participating in professional fights. Have you thought about that?'

'But that's not fun for me, you know that. It's too easy,' he said, 'but… I guess I've been thinking of either opening a new gym or moving locations to a bigger building.'

You smiled at Sihtric, relieved that he actually had been thinking about picking up some kind of work again, instead of constantly coming to you for his entertainment or complaining.

'That's really good,' you said, 'you want to expand then?'

'I guess,' he said, 'maybe get into coaching or just be a sparring partner. In between my own workouts of course. And,' he smiled shyly, 'I was also thinking that… maybe you could work at the gym too. Since I retired I don't need much physio anymore. And I know you won't say it, but I can tell you really want to get back to work too.'

'I do,' you agreed, 'I'm not made to go on holiday all the time and do nothing.'

'I know, baby,' Sihtric chuckled and traced his fingertips over your hand.

'But… you mean you'd become like my boss then?' you furrowed your brow, 'because I'm not sure if I like that idea. That usually goes wrong…'

'Oh, no, no,' Sihtric said, 'no, bunny. I don't want some strange power play like that. I don't want to be your boss. At least, not at work,' his cheeky grin appeared again, 'I just thought maybe you could rent a space in the building I'd buy. You'd be your own boss, you'd just pay me a fair rent and that's it. You'll still have me as your client too whenever I need it.'

You looked at Sihtric, thoughtful. You liked his idea. You never thought about an option like this, but it would be perfect for both of you. He could still go around and punch bags, and sometimes people, while you could go back to helping other people with physio exercises.

'A fair rent, huh?' you gave him a suspicious look.

'Yeah,' Sihtric said, 'we'd have to look into a property and determine a decent price. And if you're a little short on rent sometimes, you know, I'm sure we could fix that,' he winked.

'You mean like a blowjob could fix that?' 

You rolled your eyes when Sihtric feigned innocence, and then you both laughed. You wrapped your arms around Sihtric and pulled him in for a kiss.

'See,' you smiled, 'all good. Sometimes we just have to have conversations that aren't always pleasant. But that's life too.'

'I know,' Sihtric said, stealing another kiss, 'I just didn't know I've been such a bother to you lately. I never wanted that.'

'I know, sweetheart,' you kissed his cheek, 'I know everything's been rough for you too. And I hoped this trip would give you some peace of mind, to find yourself back again. But it only seemed to get worse. I couldn't bite my tongue anymore just now. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lash out.'

'I don't want you to bite your tongue around me, bunny, that's not right,' Sihtric cupped your cheeks, 'you know you can talk to me.'

'I know, but I didn't want to upset you either,' you sighed, 'but, okay, this is dealt with. I told you my issues, you told me your issues. Let's solve them together and move on now.'

'I like that idea,' Sihtric smiled and nuzzled your nose.

'Speaking about ideas,' you perked up, 'I know we're both not the biggest party people, but there's a beach party tomorrow evening at Bondi. I thought, why the hell should we not go? Have a few drinks, have some fun. People seem to not recognise you much here so far, or they just leave you alone. We should try it.'

'Hm, I don't know, bunny,' Sihtric said, a little unsure.

'Come on, honey,' you pouted, 'remember how much fun we had at that bar in Hawaii?'

Sihtric smiled at the fond memory, but his smile faded when he remembered what had happened afterwards, and you knew what went through his head.

'Don't think about what happened at the hotel,' you said and took his hands again, 'I just want to dance with you again, love. I miss seeing you smile like that. We'll have fun, I promise. And you can safely drink some alcohol again now that you're not taking any medication anymore.'

'Yeah, I guess that's true,' Sihtric said, 'but I'll probably be drunk in no time,' he grimaced.

Sihtric wasn't wrong. You had been at the beach party for only an hour and half, and Sihtric was completely wasted after two cocktails already. He was handsy, clingy and most of all; horny. He was slurring his words heavily, his mismatched eyes glossy and droopy, cheeks flushed red and he had a satisfied smile on his face. His hands kept grabbing your hips, pulling your ass against his crotch as he wanted to dance with you. You couldn't even call it dancing, Sihtric wasn't even aware of the music anymore, he was basically just dry humping you at this point. Luckily, there was a lot of that going on at that event, so no one even batted an eye at you and Sihtric. But you were too sober and felt a little ashamed, because you were in public.

'Siht,' you chuckled, blushing heavily at his cheeky behaviour while your back was pressed against his chest, 'calm down, love.'

'I am… calm,' Sihtric slurred, his hands moving under your thin skirt. He nuzzled your neck and giggled drunkenly in your ear. 

'Gods, I want to fuck my wife,' he breathed, and suddenly spun your around.

Sihtric cupped your cheek and brought his other hand to your waist, pulling you flush against his body again.

'You're so f-fucking b… beautiful,' he smiled with heavy eyes, 'I want to make babies,' he hummed, then stumbled a step back over his own feet as he lost his balance, pulling you with him.

'Sihtric!' you giggled, desperately keeping the beast of man up on his feet, 'you're too drunk, we should get back to the hotel.'

'No, no,' he shook his head, 'I'm fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine,' he laughed and took your face in his warm hands again, 'let's m-make babies on the,' he took a deep breath, 'the sand… that's near the- the water,' he frowned, 'or is the, the water near the ssssand?' he hiccuped and got distracted when someone walked by, offering shots.

'Honey, you had enough to…' you stopped talking when Sihtric downed the shot and quickly grabbed another, but not before he accidentally knocked over five full glasses.

'Oh,' he chuckled, 'oops. Why are these little things so little?' he asked, looking at the shot glass.

You apologised to the employee and they tried to explain it was okay, but Sihtric interrupted.

'Hey…hhhey,' Sihtric smiled at the stranger, 'I… this is my w-w-wife,' he said and gave the employee a mean look, but quickly giggled again, 'I'm going to get h-her pergnan… pren… pregan… I… I'm going to b-breed her,' he eventually nodded proudly.

'Oh my god,' you said with wide eyes, 'I'm so sorry,' you told the employee who smiled awkwardly at you, 'he's… he's clearly drunk. I'm taking him to the hotel now. Sorry for this mess.'

'Not a problem, miss,' the employee said and snorted, 'it's not every day you hear a retired boxing champion say he wants to breed his wife. Have a good night.'

'Thanks,' you said, embarrassed, and you pulled Sihtric with you over the beach, who was quick to grab another fruity cocktail with a little pink straw before he left the party.

'Heeeeey,' your husband slurred and he wrapped his arms around you, causing you to trip over his feet, and you fell onto the darkened side of the beach, 'where are you going? Oh- Oh… baby,' he murmured when he realised you had fallen down, and he crouched down next to you, spilling half of his drink over your dress.

'Honey where did you get that drink?' you scoffed, 'did you pay for that?'

 'No,' Sihtric confessed, 'mmmmmmaybe. N… no, I s-s-stole it,' he gasped, 'am I… am I going to jail again?'

'We,' you huffed, 'are going to sober you up at the hotel.'

You tried to get back up on your feet, but Sihtric was all over you, leaving sloppy open-mouthed kisses wherever he could while his hand squeezed your flesh with lust.

'Sihtric,' you chuckled, 'come on, not here,' you said and tried to escape his strong arms.

'Why not,' he hummed, 'w-wifey,' Sihtric smiled, then laid back on the sand, keeping you in his arms while he refused to let go of his drink. 'I want to… fffuck,' he sighed.

'Honey,' you clicked your tongue, 'I'm sure you do, but you can't even keep your eyes open. Come on now,' you managed to stand up while he held your hand.

'Hm, baby, it's not fair,' he whined, tugging your hand like a spoiled brat, 'I want youuuu…'

'When you sober up,' you said, 'let's go now, love.'

'No!' Sihtric pouted and crossed his arms.

'God, you're such a child,' you muttered, but had to admit you thought he was still adorable, 'okay, well, fine. You stay here, darling. I'll see you back at the hotel I guess,' you said and turned to walk away.

'No, no!' Sihtric yelled, hoarsely, 'baby… I…' he suddenly groaned, and you froze at the sound of his trembling voice, 'I- I don't feel… well,' he said.

You turned back to Sihtric and ran up to him.

'Honey?' you asked, worried, 'are you okay?'

'I feel… feel dizzy,' he struggled to speak and grabbed your arm.

Fuck,' you hissed, terrified he had a sudden episode that was the aftermath of his concussion somehow.

But then Sihtric suddenly pushed you away as he leaned in, closer to the ground, and he threw up; the aftermath of getting drunk so suddenly. You grimaced and took another step back, giving him his space to be sick without him vomiting over your feet. After about a minute, Sihtric wiped his mouth and sat back.

'I… I'm never drinking a-a-again,' he mumbled, and then gulped down the half spilled cocktail he had managed to keep safe during this entire adventure.

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pov: where s/n and Pedri are chosen to be best men at the wedding but they don't get along very well.

pov y/n

It's been about 5 months since Ferran and his girlfriend Sira got engaged, and since then they've been choosing their godparents and godparents for the wedding. They called me via video last week to invite me to this role, I was very happy, after all I've been friends with Sira since I arrived in Barcelona, ​​which has been about 4 years and Ferran is an incredible guy.

I was curious to know who the other chosen ones would be, I had some guesses like Gavi and a few other players from Barcelona, ​​who are good friends with Ferran. I just hoped Pedri Gonzalez wouldn't be chosen, but I already knew that was impossible, as the two are close friends.

I hear my cell phone ring and I answer:

-Hey y/n, how are you?

-Hi Sira, I'm fine and you?

-I'm fine too, friend, you're invited to dinner tonight, Ferran and I decided to gather the godparents and godparents to talk, get to know each other.

-Oh that's great friend, I was going to ask you who were the other chosen ones. - I laugh.

-Let's take the opportunity and decide on the pairs of godparents, for those who are single. - She was up to something just by the tone of her voice.

-And how will it be? Will you decide or will it be a draw?

-you'll know at the time, friend, don't worry. - she giggles.

After she told me the time and place for dinner, we said goodbye.

Sira's lack of information made me anxious, I know her and I know when she's up to something, the time passed quickly, soon it was 6:30 pm and I went to take a shower and then get ready for dinner, which would be at 20:00 at Ferran's house (mansion actually, right). After a long shower, I decided to wear a black top and skirt set with golden sandals, I did a basic make-up and when I saw it it was already 7:45 pm, with luck I wouldn't be late.

Despite the traffic I arrived at Ferran's house at 20:01, I rang the bell and Sira welcomed me, when I entered I saw that there were several people I didn't know, it would be good to socialize with new people. Gavi saw me with Sira and came to my side hugging me and said:

-Hey, how are you my dear friend? If you want to come with us, we're sitting by the pool outside.

-I'm fine, of course I'm coming. - I said and smiled.

After greeting and being introduced to people I didn't know, Sira took me to where the boys were, I said hello to everyone and I sat down, I was grateful that Pedri wasn't there, but I was surprised at the same time, but a poor man's happiness doesn't last long and soon I see him walk through the door, he faces me and comes to my side.

-and it's not like the most annoying girl in the world came too, just missing you, as always. - He loved teasing me because he knew I got irritated easily.

-And you, for a change, have a sharp tongue, you know, I want to see it when I cut it out.

-ui, how is she mad today, is she tpm?

- It doesn't interest you. - I was already trying to put my finger in his face when Gavi enters between the two of us:

-Enough Enough, the little show is over, it's still early. - He laughs and pulls Pedri telling him to keep to himself.

I talked with the boys for a long time and we had dinner, then Sira and Ferran wanted to share the godparents who were without a partner, everyone gathered in a circle and Sira said it would be a draw. There were several people included in the draw, besides me there was Gavi, Ansu, de Jong, some of the couple's friends, Sira's friends and the unbearable Pedri.

-Let's start guys, the first pair is Ansu and Alicia - (Sira's fictional friend kk) - said Ferran.

-My turn to draw love, De Jong and Jane - (another fictional friend)

The draw continued and I was hoping to win with Gavi, because we were very good friends or anyone else other than Pedri.

-And now we have Pedri with…. a (y/n) - Sira announced and I looked at her with an indignant face, she just shrugged. I felt that she had set this up with Ferran, they've been trying to smooth over our rivalry for a long time.

Pedri came close to me and sat next to me, saying: - I think I'm very unlucky and so are you.

-If you didn't like it, ask to change it. - I shrugged.

-You didn't like it either, why do I have to ask?

-Because you're immature and don't accept it, unlike me who force myself to be mature and agree, after all I'm not like you who throw a tantrum over everything.

-I think you loved it and now you're using excuses not to show it.

-Shut up Pedri.

-You shut up.

-Shut me up. - I said and I regretted it because he came as if he was going to kiss me on the mouth, knocking down the angry pose I was.

-You thought I was going to kiss you, didn't you? - He laughs in my face.

-No, you're an idiot. - I roll my eyes.

-If you want me to kiss you, just ask, you don't have to be nervous when I get so close.

-unbearable, Gonzalez, that's what you are. - I roll my eyes one more time.

Now I was just thinking about this wedding, how am I going to bear being the date of a guy as boring as Pedri Gonzalez

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Darkness to our light. Part IV

Part I

Part II

Part III

prompt: you and coriolanus are married, it's unbearable for you, but it will all end soon

contains: dark, manipulative, controlling coriolanus. fem!reader.

The guests were slowly gathering. While you were spending time with Tigris, Ginny appeared on the doorstep, just 40 minutes after the evening had started. It was a good thing she hadn't missed dinner after all. It was clear from her astonished look that this was the first time she had seen such gorgeous outfits in person. No, she had been invited to such events with famous personalities, but because she was so tired after work, the diligent teacher had no desire to be there. She didn't want to waste the evening on shallow, partly lustful, greedy and proud empty human shells with a bag of money over their shoulders.

Coriolanus was not in the hall at this time, nor were Father Sejanus and Mr. Highbottom. You frowned and became uneasy, but Ginny, Tigris, and Sejanus, who had come up with a glass of whiskey, were nearby.

“Sanitizing before consumption?” You laughed. Sejan glanced at you with a frown and annoyed smile. By the way, it was funny. “Literally pouring it over your collar. Does your family have such fondness for drinking ?” Silent. “Come on, I didn't know. Well, it's not for me to judge, as they say!” continued with Tigris and Ginny laughing.

“Oh, Grandma’am needs me, I’ll be in a second!” Your Lord's gentle sister whispered, rustling her purple dress loudly because of her quick footsteps.

“Aren't you tired of being a clown?” Sejanus asked trying to be sarcastic but because of his habit of directness, it didn't work for him

“No, thank you for being concerned.”

The loud voices of Grandma’am and her other elderly friends from Capitol were heard singing the Panem hymn in the hall.

“Oh, you're sitting next to that tipsy madam and her friends, by the way.” You warned Ginny.

“Don’t I sit next to you?”

“I'd like to...” You looked away.

“Then sit with me, what's the problem? - Ginny asked, frowning.”

“I can't, the rules don't allow it, we have stupid etiquette here.” Not wanting to hear the answer, you took two glasses of red wine, one of which you handed to your teacher-guest. “Drink and relax! You're much easier to talk to when you're relaxed!”

And then the trio that had been absent all this time entered the hall. There were no smiles on their faces, but rather deep thought. You noticed the quick, blank glances Coryo was throwing in Sejanus' direction. Yes, that's right, He had always tolerated him, didn't even consider him a friend. It all made sense.

While He stood off to the side, talking to Dr. Gaul, Grandma’am, and Mr. Highbottom, you secluded yourself in a corner with Sejanus and Ginny. Three stragglers sipping cocktails and discussing revolutionary ideas.

“On what basis does the principle of elites exist, please explain?” Sejanus asked.

“You and I have been discussing this for the last time.” You replied, smiling, pronouncing the last syllable with a gasp.

“We are discussing it because you do not recognize my right that the formation of the elite and those who are behind it, i.e. people deprived of any rights, is inhuman and so in the spirit of our state, although you position yourself against the established regime.”

“You reason within the bounds of conscience and morality, and divine morality at that.” You laughed.

“No, we are all equal by nature, we are all born without money debts, with equal potential, just someone has more money, so he can afford not only school education, so he is considered smart, and therefore, the elite, and someone has nothing.”

“Yes, the downers are now and other people with deviations from the right foot are sent to hell.”

Several people turned around at your scolding. You were embarrassed. Again. But what can you do if you like to swear? Although someone once told you that the amount of swearing in the vocabulary depends on the level of fatigue... by this logic, suicidal people on the eve of tragedy should communicate only on crystal mate.

“You're trying to get off the subject. Of course, they are a different topic of conversation...”

“No," You interrupted Sejanus, "if you're going to talk about it, then be specific. If a dun is born into a well-to-do family, then with enough investment and effort, they will be indistinguishable from a person with a normal number of chromosomes. They'll be smarter than Arachne's idiot," they both chuckled. Gossipers, that's what being in the elite is all about.

“And yet, a poor family with enough investment of effort will raise an equally normal child. But children from well-to-do families won't let them break through, even if they are an outstanding geniuses.”

“I don't agree at all," you shook your head. “History proves the opposite. The same Leonardo da Vinci, born in the affair of his father, an aristocrat and a peasant woman. He grew up to be a genius, though he spent the first part of his childhood living with peasants who didn't care about your arguments about elites and education.”

“That's the exception.”

“Paganini? Or is this the second exception that somehow fucking proves your rule?”

“Look," Ginny finally intervened, "Sean comes from a family of politicians, and he's talking about inequality?”

“It's a paradox that we always talk about, word for word, at every party.” The mistress of the evening muttered, ignoring the astonished looks of the guests.

Sejanus was about to reply, but his father's sonorous voice distracted him. He withdrew and the girls were left alone. Ginny and you looked at each other, smiled embarrassedly, and then ran their eyes around the room, only to hide their gaze somewhere else. It seemed to them both, the beauty of the one standing across from them was incomparable to anything. You eere in a fitted blue dress with very wide sleeves and a puffy crinoline, wearing what you considered tasteless silver jewelry, because you hated that metal, with a hateful scent of roses, and standing surrounded by those same flowers, which He adored, and moreover, grew himself. And Ginny... in a stunning black dress that showed off her trim frame, she was a gymnast, for sure. It was simple, not flashy like everyone else's, but so elegant and beautiful. Just when Ginny wanted to say something nice to you, the bell rang. It was Mr. Snow.

“My dear guests," He found you, his cold eyes fixed on your face, making freeze to him. At the same moment, you hurried to be beside him, as a hostess should, “My wife and I will be glad to invite you to the table. I suggest that we continue to talk about everything over a meal, except politics, of course, or we'll all poison each other.”

The room reacted with restrained laughter. The men landed hands to their ladies, following the example of the Lord and Lady of the evening, and followed them to a table set with food for every taste. The abundance of colorful food, ranging from brightly colored vegetables, various kinds of meat to alcohol and desserts, abundantly watered with syrup, whetted everyone's appetite. The cutlery sparkled under the refracted rays from the crystal stones on the chandelier, and the multicolored plates with fancy patterns were like mirrors, so diligently cleaned by the assistants. The master felt proud. He pushed back a chair, tending to his wife, seating her beside him as befitted a mistress, before sitting down himself.

“Bon appetite to everyone.”

You glanced at Tigris sitting across from you, holding back a chuckle. The two of you always had fun together. His sister made a pained grimace, pointing her eyes under the table, at her shoes. You nodded understandingly, but Tigris nodded again, a little more steeply. Perplexed, looking down, amazed eyes. Tigris took off her high heels and dangled her feet under the table, urging her brother's chosen one to follow suit. It became awkward. "Grandma’am is next to you!" you pointed out with a glare and received rolled eyes and a wicked grimace with the tip of her tongue sticking out. You glanced quickly at your husband, absorbed in conversation with Mr. Highbottom and Sejanus's father under Dr. Gaul's curiously frantic gaze. After thinking for a moment, you followed Tigris' example and kicked off the hated heels that squeezed your forefingers. Relief. Tigris' smirk.

“Hopefully, under your careful guidance, the broadcast and the games themselves will improve each year so that our spectators and themselves will get a feel for the arena.” Coriolanus spoke softly, as if to address Dr. Gaul's remark, but looking into Highbottom's eyes.

“My husband loves not only spicy food, but also acute experience, so he offers them to others!” You joked, getting a dozen chuckles from the confirmation of the abundance of spicy food on the table.

“And so I found one who will share with me not only my aspirations, sickness and health, sorrow and happiness, but also acutes.”

So many puns could make you sick.

“Don't forget that everyone wants a thrill at least once! “ Shouted one of the guests Ginny was talking to.

“There's a new addition to the Sejanus Legion!” And so Ginny joined in on the wave of excitement.

“Explain it, sweetheart!” The other guest laughed.

To Sejanus, the Lord and Lady of the evening the second before her answer seemed like an eternity. Sejan's father glanced absent-mindedly at the unfamiliar guest and then at his son.

“Let's give an acutes not only to the Capitol, but to the Districts as well! What equality!”

The people at the table looked at each other. Everyone was noticeably quiet, still fiddling with their plates. Most looked at Sejanus and his father with open incomprehension or even annoyance. How could it be? The cream of the crop and in favor of equality? What heresy! What could this girl possibly know about you? Someone laughed openly.

Coriolanus immediately looked at you, meeting your gaze. And then He realized that now, for the only time during your interactions, your marriage and his observation of you in general, he had not grasped the essence of your actions. That was why you had joined the conversation so actively. That's why you had complained so much to Ginny about your life. That's why you were letting her listen to their conversations with Sejanus. Binding her, disposing her, showing her trust to take advantage of her at one point. That's why you taught her to mock Sejanus right in front of him, not behind his back. That was why you had invited her to dinner, why you had seated her next to the chatty, elderly ladies, who made up stories about their grandsons or daughters passionate love for poor, unhappy couple whose role Jeannie was apt to play. That's why you were getting the girl drunk, to make it all easier to pull off.

You knew everything. You learned everything from him.

[noahmaxim]

JJ maybank

JJ Maybank x sister reader

warnings: profanity, physical aggression mentions, small blood mention and a very cute JJ

English is not my first language so it may contain grammar errors.

It was no secret that Luke was a piece of shit, but still, no one ever volunteered to help you and JJ. But it was okay, you could manage, that's what JJ always told you, not that it was true. All you wanted to do was go home to pick up a few things before heading to work, but your life isn't simple and that little task couldn't be either. As soon as you entered the house, you saw Luke sitting on the couch, and you remembered a few days ago. He was hitting you and you punched him before running away, and knowing that it would come back to you, you chose not to go home for a few days. But today it was necessary. You thought of some way to get to your room without him seeing you, but there was no way since to go to your room you would have to pass in front of the couch and your bedroom window is probably locked from the inside. With nowhere to run you take a deep breath opening the door all the way, and as a result Luke looks at you and smirks.

"So you finally decided to come home?" He gets up and walks towards you.

"I need to get some stuff dad that's all." You walk towards your room past him, but stop when you feel a tug on your hair pulling you back. Without having time to think, you feel a strong burning in your nose before feeling a sharp pain and feeling blood drip from it. After a few seconds you realize you've been punched. "Please dad, let go of me." You rock trying to get him to let go of your hair, and it works because he lets go of your hair and brings it down to your neck.

"Did you really think what you did the other day would go unnoticed? You have to understand who's in charge here!" Soon after a pain arises in your stomach making you run out of air, and after that many more punches came through your face and torso. You fall to the ground with an almost unbearable force and feel kicks being launched in your stomach. "Your mother should have taken you and that brat with her!" Giving one last kick he walks towards the door leaving and leaving her alone.

Soon the tears begin to stain her face and the sobs rise in her throat past the lump in her. You stay on the floor for a few more moments before getting up and heading to the bathroom. When you look in the mirror you see cuts and bruises all over your face, your nose was throbbing and bleeding, your arms are almost completely blue from the bruises, when you lift your shirt on your stomach the punches Luke gave you are marked in blue all over. It couldn't be hidden.

You get the things you needed from your room and head back to the Castle, you knew no one would be there now so no one would see your state. You cleaned up your wounds upon arrival and took a shower in preparation for work.

You worked at a seaside restaurant as a waitress, it was in the kooks part so the salary was good enough to take care of you and JJ.

Your day wasn't being one of the best, everyone was looking at you whispering, sure about the state of your face. To make matters worse Rafe and Topper were there, harassing you for a change.

"Me and my friend want two glasses of waitress soda." Rafe says with a mocking tone while giving that classic annoying smile.

"Of course sir." You held as hard as you could not to break the jar that was in your hand on his head.

You go back inside the restaurant and get what he ordered, you put Rafe's glass on the table and when you're walking to put Topper's glass in front of him you trip over something. As you look at what tripped you, you see Rafe's leg outstretched.

"You should be more careful." Rafe doesn't even hide his sneer anymore, he's laughing openly.

"Of course sir." And once again you do your best not to call him names, and you could see the irritation building in Rafe.

The day was over, and even though it wasn't good you managed to avoid losing your job. In the end it was a great achievement. Walking towards Castle John b feels like you're being pulled by someone, and soon you're in a shed with Rafe and Topper, which for you was a nightmare.

"What the fuck do you want?" You weren't on your shift anymore, so no need to be polite.

"I just want you to give your brother a warning." And once again in the day you feel a punch land in your face. The pain from the punch is even greater because of the bruises you already have, and with this one comes a few more.

"Tell your brother he and that other pougue will pay for what they did!" You don't even give him time to say anything else and you punch him in the face.

"What the fuck, I had nothing to do with this you little shit." And then you throw another punch at him with all your rage, but you feel Topper hold you back.

"Easy there mini pogue." That annoys you more than he could have imagined, and then you headbutt Topper in the face.

"Don't call me "mini pougue", I'm a complete pougue you dick up your ass." You get up and run as fast as you can to the Castle.

His day was really shitty, he'd been spanked by his dad earlier and now he'd been spanked by Rafe. Appreciate that the world is not in your favor.

You arrive at the Castle seeing everyone on the balcony, it would be impossible to pass by them without being noticed, so the way is to pretend that nothing happened.

"Hey guys!" You duck your face trying to get in as fast as you can, but you fail miserably.

"What happened to you?" JJ asks pulling you by the arm to examine him, when he looks up at your face his eyes widen.

"What the fuck happened?" He gently cups your face, examining you.

"It's no big deal, you just know the usual." You shrug omitting the part about Rafe.

"Dad hit you? Did you go home alone?" You nod your head to say yes to both questions.

"I told you not to go home alone Y/N. Come on!" He pulls you into the Castle and sits you on the sofa, he goes to the bathroom and returns with a first aid kit. He cleaned her bruises with all the gentleness he could muster. JJ hated seeing you like that, if he could he would absorb all your pain and suffering.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." He rests his head on his knees to hide the tears that sting his eyes.

"J you're not to blame, you can't be blamed for something that shit our dad did." You rest your hands in his hair with a light caress.

"I know, but I promised to protect you." He gets up sitting beside you, he pulls you by the shoulders to give you a hug.

"I don't want you to get hurt." She could already feel the tears almost running down her waterline.

"It's okay J, I'll be fine. You haven't failed to protect me, you're always doing it very well. But there are times when I can't, you're not an omnipresent being." You pat his head.

"I love you sister." You smile at his loving statement.

"Of course you do, and just for the record I recorded this and it's going to be my new ringtone." You say he quickly raises his head.

"Oh come on, you can't be serious." It checks you for your cell phone. "I didn't record it, but it would have been great to have that as my ringtone." You tease and feel him attack you with tickles.

"That's what you get for teasing me little girl." He attacks you with cosegas.

[soireegurl]

este es mí primer pedido, no sé cómo se hace la verdad, pero necesito uno 9+11, por favor!!!

Warning ⚠️: yandere themes

Since you didn't pick a member I'll pick one for you:)

You and Ni-ki have been together for about 6 months. You guys were the couple that everyone envied and shipped.

He has been a sweet and caring boyfriend, being by your side whenever you need him. At first he was a little possessive and gets jealous quite easily, but you were okay with it as it was still acceptable.

However, recently it has become unbearable. He doesn't allow you to talk to any guys, even for projects or about work. Even going out with your girlfriends are getting difficult as he wants to be with you 24/7.

You told him that this is too much and you are feeling suffocated. But he always say that same thing. "I'm doing this to protect you!"

Yes, you get it that he might want to keep you out of trouble as some of your friends are problematic. But even getting out of the house needs to be approved by Ni-ki.

"Ni-ki... I'm just going to get some groceries. I will be back in half and hour... You don't have to follow me..."

You sighed and repeated yourself for the third time.

"But it's dark already, what if some guy hit you up? What if someone kidnaps you? "

Ni-ki tried to prove his point but your seriously getting tired.

"Okay okay fine, follow me all you want."

You gave in, not wanting to bicker with him anymore.

[Time skip]

When you and Ni-ki came back from the grocery store, you straight away went to the room not wanting to deal with Ni-ki anymore.

Apparently, a guy just now, just helped you to take a bottle of soy sauce because you couldn't reach and Ni-ki was not there.

And just at that moment, Ni-ki came back and saw the "scene" and raged at the guy.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Ni-ki shouted and ran towards you and hid you behind his back.

"I was just helping her to take the soy sauce..."

The guy said nicely.

"I'm here for her... Back off! You're interested in her aren't you? She already has me! You stand no chance!"

Ni-ki shouted which made you so done.

You pushed Ni-ki aside and said to the guy.

"I'm so sorry about this... Thanks for your help.."

You smiled at him and signalled him to leave.

He gave you a small understanding smile which Ni-ki again, misunderstood.

Before je start making a scene, you dragged him out of the store and went home.

[Home]

"Y/n! Why are you ignoring me?"

Ni-ki grabbed your hands before you could walk pass him.

"Ni-ki... I'm tired... Please leave me alone..."

You closed your eyes in frustration and yank your hands out of his grip.

You words and actions made Ni-ki panicked.

"Tired...? Are you tired of me? I'm sorry... I- I will change please don't leave me..."

Ni-ki begged.

He's acting up again... You were annoyed and tired so you bursted.

"Ni-ki I'm done with you! I'm breaking up with you!"

You walked into the bedroom and started to pack your stuff.

"What are you doing?"

Ni-ki came into the room and saw you keeping your stuff.

"I'm leaving."

You said.

"No.... You are not..."

Ni-ki snatched the luggage away from you and threw it out of the room..

"What the hell Ni-ki?"

He locked the door and stood at the door as if you are gonna disappear anytime.

"Y/n... I love you... Please... Don't leave me... I'll change... I'll change for you... Really..."

Ni-ki's eyes teared up.

"Stop it Ni-ki, I'm breaking up with you... It's final."

You said and walked towars the door. You pushed Ni-ki away and tried to open the door.

But this angered Ni-ki. He grabbed you hands and pulled you back into the room, and threw you on the bed.

"You think you can run away from me?"

Ni-ki's eyes were dark and feeling with madness...

"What...?"

"I said you are not leaving!"

"You are crazy Ni-ki... "

You said and moved further away from him...

"Crazy? You are calling me crazy when you are the on who made me like this?!"

Ni-ki hovered over you and grabbed you by your jaw.

"Ni-ki you are hurting me!"

Ni-ki's grip was so strong that tears started to fall from your eyes.

"Hurt?! Then what about me?! Do you know how I feel when you wanted to leave me?!"

Ni-ki breath was heavy as if he was controlling something inside of him.

"I love you Y/n... We will be together forever...."

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night

[fl3shm4id3n]

Do you think you can do the sully’s oldest daughter based on isabela from Encanto, and if you’ve seen the movie do you think you can include the argument that isabela and mirabel have?

ᵢ'ₘ ₙₒₜ ₐₛ ₚₑᵣfₑcₜ ₐₛ Yₒᵤ ₜₕᵢₙₖ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚ç𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: family issues? Older sibling issues, reader is kinda mean at first, reader is 17, sibling rivalry, reconciliation in the end.

A/N: I've seen Encanto multiple times, to the point that it just got annoying, but I actually liked the movie. I hope this was to your liking.

P.s. I kind of want to do a second part, based on the scene where Mirabel confront abuela but with reader and Jake.

Masterlist

Perfect, all of your life you had been referred to as Perfect. It got to the point in which you began to hate that word. Sure you pushed yourself to the point of exhaustion in order to never mess up and any small imperfection would upset you, you weren't person, or what's what you thought. It all started as a child, how you began to wield a bow at a young age and you were a quick leaner. Everyone praised you, it made you happy seen others happy, even if it took a tool in your happiness.

Then your siblings began to arrive, Neteyam, Kiri, Lo'ak, and now Tuk. It was five of you now, you still kept up your perfect self while your brothers basically struggled to reach your perfection. They'd often get compared to you all the time, you always heard 'why can't you be more like y/n?' 'why can't you be like your older sister? She was already wielding a bow by the age of 4' 'Your sister wouldn't of missed that up' your father's comments would get annoying to you and to your brothers.

Jake was sweet towards Kiri and Tuk, but you? He was already treated you like an adult with responsibilities when you were twelve. He stopped being a the sweet father he once was towards you and became more strict, expecting more of you. It got to the point that you just began to be somewhat mean to those around you, mainly your brothers. Just like your father you'd comment on how they couldn't done better or how you'd never mess things up.

When you'd go to hunt, you'd take hours, leaving your father to assume you were still out, but the majority of the time when you'd leave, you'd go as fast as possible from the village. You'd always land on one of the floating mountains. To release all your emotions, such as your anger and frustration. You never allowed any one, not even your parents see you cry, it's been a long time since you had allowed others to see you cry. Once you were done crying, you'd collect yourself and finally go hunting. You'd always return home with a catch.

Lo'ak didn't really care much about what you did to be perfect, he just knew that he wasn't going to ever live up to you perfection, so he just ignored it and did his own thing, which was getting into trouble. Neteyam on the other hand, he hated it. He hated being compared to you, his older sister. He loves you, really, but sometimes you're just unbearable to be around. How you'd poke at him for messing up in the slightest or how you'd comment that he could make himself useful by being out of the way. You'd call it your sister advice.

Since you were already considered an adult, your mother and father had told you that it was time for you to choose a mate. Even though you didn't want to, you were on the search of one. Their were many fine and honorable men in the clan, some even wish that you picked them. That night there was a small celebration that everyone was attending.

You had been talking with Kobu, the son of Ikeyni and Tsentey, he was a great warrior, not only that but he was going to be the next leader of the Tayrangi clan. You wouldn't doubt if your parents thought of him as the perfect Mate for you. As you talked, you noticed how Neteyam has been walking around you and him, almost circling you both. You'd give him warning glances at him to leave. But what did it was when he 'accidently' spilled his drink on Kobu, you apologized multiple times to Kobu, he said that it was alright and that he'll go to get cleaned up.

You kept your composure, until you left the small celebration into the woods, far enough so that they didn't hear you, but you were followed by your brother. "Seems that he might have a change in mind, don't you think?" Neteyam commented. Making you turn to glare at him. "Have you lost your mind?" you growled at him in anger. You were mad for sure, you reminded Neteyam of your mother.

"Everything was going great, everyone was happy, mom and dad were happy, but no! You had to come and fuck everything up!" you yelled, all your brother did was stand there and listen. "I'm sure any boy would be interested in you y/n, Kobu isn't the only boy-" he got cut off by you shouting. "You don't get it do you, he was the perfect mate for me! But you had to fuck it up! Now apologize for running my life!" You screamed and got in his face.

Neteyam just stood there, getting frustrated by your words. "Go on, apologize" you said with a smug smirk and having your hands on your hips. He hated it and you knew it. "I.. am.. sorry" he said, you only smiled by this, but he wasn't done. "That your life is so great!" he pointed it out, this caught you off guard. "You think my life is great?! All the things that I go through!?" you shouted. "Things you go through?! You're The perfect daughter for crying out loud! I'm sorry that not only are you mean, but also a selfish princess!" he yelled.

Making you gasp in anger. "Selfish?! I've bee stuck being perfect my whole life, then you come along and mess everything up!" you claimed. "Calm down, you can still mate with Kobu is not that serious" he whined back at you. "I never wanted to mate! I was doing it for the clan!" their was a silence once you had finished your sentence of not wanting to mate for love, but out of duty. "Y/n, I'm sorry it's just that... I hate being compared to you.. it's always 'why can't you be more like y/n' or 'y/n would have never done that' and shit" Neteyam admitted, then he noticed the tears now rolling down your cheeks. This was the first time he had ever seen you cry.

"I know I can be mean, but... you don't want to be like me. Having to be prefect isn't as great as it seems. Yes, I get praises, but at the same time. I can't be myself. I have to keep up a fake smile in order to show others that I'm not weak. I have to carry the burden that I'll be the next leader. I can never mess up and enjoy messing up, instead I live with the idea that If I mess up, then I'm a failure." You sobbed into your hands. Neteyam now fully saw your true colors. You weren't mean just because, but to keep up the act that you were perfect with now flaws. No one saw how you were suffering until now.

Neteyam walked over to where you were and pulled you into a hug. You froze at first, not knowing what to do. No one has hugged you like this since forever, you almost forgot what a hug felt like until now. "Just know that, even after everything, I still love you." That was all he said, making the tears over flow over your eyes, you finally hugged him back tightly.

[thepaintedlady00]

Could I please request someone being dumb enough to kidnap Dream's pregnant s/o. If you don't like writing pregnancy, they can just be an s/o.

Yeeesss!!! I love this prompt! 🥺 Pregnant s/o and Dream is always such a cute thing to write ❤ Enjoy!

"You know this isn't going to end well for you." The warning was all you could offer your captor as they paced in front of you. The chair they'd tied you to created and groaned beneath your weight each time you shifted. It would be uncomfortable no matter the circumstances, but your round belly and the persistent weight of your growing child pushing into your lungs made it far more unpleasant.

"Shut up!" The man yelled. "That rich husband of yours better come alone with my money or… Or you're gonna be sorry."

Maybe you should have been more afraid, concerned for your own safety and your unborn child's, but you weren't. You were simply annoyed by the inconvenience this clearly misinformed man was putting your already tired body through. "Look, you clearly have the wrong person."

The man groaned in annoyance and glared at you. "No I don't. They said you were the one."

"They?" You shook your head. "It doesn't matter who told you what, but if you don't let me go now there will be nothing I can do to help you."

"Stop talking!" He shouted with a step toward me, one that he didn't finish.

Darkness poured into the room, and Dream's tall figure appeared between you and your captor. 

His pale hand wrapped around the man's throat, lifting him off his feet with ease. The glowing star eyes of the dream king and your husband met yours, his face cold and stoic. "Are you alright?"

You nod. "Uncomfortable, but he didn't hurt me."

With a soft hum and a twitch of his fingers the rope binding you to the chair loosened and fell to the floor. "Wait outside with Matthew."

"He seems to be under the impression you were a man of wealth." You set a calm soothing hand on his shoulder. "I do not think he meant me harm."

"His intentions matter very little now," Dream insisted. "Go."

"Don't kill him," you whisper in one final plea.

Though you could tell Dream was not too happy with your request he nodded his head slightly. "If that is your wish, my love."

Outside the brisk night breeze caused you to curl your arms around yourself as you stood beside your husband's trusted raven and your dear friend, Matthew. He looked up at you and shook his tiny head. "You're not having a very fun week are you?"

"On the contrary, it's been too fun. I just want to lay in bed all day long." You smiled at him. "Has he been unbearable?"

"Absolutely." The raven admitted. "He was beyond livid when he found that ransom note at your place."

You sighed. "It seems my day trip to the waking world was a bad idea after all. God, he'll never let me live this down. I'm sorry for troubling you."

"Oh don't be, I'm used to his dramatics."

The soft fabric of Dreams' coat slid over your shoulders as he stood behind you, glaring at the bird. "Seeking out the man that kidnapped my wife and unborn child is hardly something I'd chalk up to dramatics."

"Whatever you say, boss," Matthew said swiftly, taking off into the air.

You turned to Dream with a soft smile as his eyes looked over every inch if you, his hands gently cradling your stomach with a relieved sigh at the feel of gentle kicks. He looked into your eyes at last, the familiar starry blue bringing you comfort. "I was worried you were…" He pressed his forehead to yours. "Never again will I allow such to happen. I promise you."

"It's alright, Dream," you assured him. "I'm alright, we are alright."

Your hands covered his as the two of you stood in the night for a moment longer. "Can we go home? My back is killing me."

He chuckled. "Of course, my love."

"Dream?"

"Yes?"

"Can we get food before we head back?" You asked, leaning into his side. "I'm starving."

The Dream Lord wrapped his arm around you. "Anything for you."

[summermoonshine]

Poker night - a tender pun.

Synopsis: a failed mission, sultry heat, one free pass: will all this be enough to finally feel at home for a bit? Maybe a pun and a rematch will.

Content: stw; green rating; one-shot; slice of life; fluff; war zone (NO red ratings, just general environment); self-reflective; silly moments; jokes; melancholy (?); play of words; shipping pairs; GhostxSoap; PricexGaz. Notes: pairs do not necessarily have to be shipped to each other. The fluff tone allows the story to be read however you like (assuming there's any good soul reading it since I'm a lonely sucker in this fandom). First time sharing a work of mine here after years because i'm scared of being told off (again) by others for being ''too old''.

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Soap, Gaz and Price have been playing for hours now; the table is littered with casino tokens, poker cards and a few nibbled peanuts here and there. The air is rarefied. You can barely breathe and the smell of plastic, cordite and tobacco makes the environment unbearable – unless you're used to it, of course.

Price murmurs something rubbing his beard and eyeing his cards. Gaz, with a worried look, tries to study his opponents hoping to understand their next moves; Finally, Soap, with the look of someone who has lost every single previous game, lets a heavy sigh escape his lips after calling yet another ''all-in'' of the night, rubbing his tired eyes.

The door behind them opens, creaking annoyingly and breaking the silence of the small control room.

Gaz looks up from the table for a moment and exchanges a quick bow of his head in greeting, while Price takes another draw on his cigar leaving a huge cloud of smoke in the air that mixes with the torrid heat of the desert in which that emergency base was improvised in an old uninhabited control tower. A quick and heavy "Ghost" in greeting slips away from the Captain's lips, before the cigar returns between his teeth, the smoke begins to fill his lungs and, again, blurs the profile of that man 193 cm tall.

Ghost reciprocates the greetings of both in silence; a quick nod, nothing more but enough to make his presence known.

The dim lamp connected to the emergency generator - not without an annoying buzz and a heap of flies and insects of all kinds dancing around it - illuminates the dusty, almost empty room, occupied only by a few suitcases and the rickety table with their respective plastic chairs, drawing the figure of a third, mute person: Soap, in fact, does not move his gaze from the table.

He stares at his shoes, head bowed, an adorable pout despite his growing beard.

"All clear out there?" Price asks, almost mindlessly, before making a move to which Gaz responds with an annoyed "Oh come on!".

The sound of the combat boots slowly wakes Soap’s mind up, who although always silent, now shifts his gaze towards the dusty floor following the steps of his Lieutenant.

"All clear", he replies flatly, getting ready – in the meantime – to take one of the glasses placed on the metal trolley nearby, pulling out of a wooden box a glass bottle containing a golden liquid with a pungent smell: good, fine scotch.

A grunt behind him, similar to a clearing of the throat and a cough, anticipate a call.

"Have we forgotten to be on duty?". Ghost, half filling his glass, turns to Price, who continues: "Sure, not that much is done around here, but, you know, the rules are the rules… ", he finally says, busy nibbling on his cigar and arranging some of his cheques.

Ghost sees Gaz making his move, and from the way he immediately cheers and Soap gets up from the table, he understands that the match probably ended in a botched showdown and a big loss.

This is enough to remind Ghost that there is something else in that room, besides the bottle of whiskey in his hands, that is Scottish and that he adores: Soap has always been a sucker at poker.

"Yes, Sir. So are they…", replies the skull-man as he approaches the table taking the place of Soap - who stops now a few steps from the door, fascinated by that faceless human tower’s unpredictable actions.

He sees him spreading his legs - pausing more than necessary to observe how the fabric of his uniform stretches easily under the man's perfectly toned muscle – fitting his large body into that small plastic and metal chair and lifting the mask slightly up over his nose before taking a longed-for sip of scotch.

Then the half-masked man continues, pointing to some notes mixed among the chips in the centre of the table: "but, Sir, is it legal to post 100 pounds for a poker game when you're on duty? I mean, if the rules are rules..."

Price bites the cigar a little more, moves it from one side of his lips to the other and finally meets the eyes of the man sitting across from him.

''You know, Simon" he starts, taking another puff on his cigar, "I've always considered you like a son", he states as he collects his cheques, "but, sometimes,'' he says, stressing a lot this last word, ''you're just as painful as a kick in the nuts", he concludes laughing and starting to clear the makeshift card table.

Gaz doesn't hold back his laugh, and turning towards Soap, asks: ''another round?''.

Before the Scottish could answer, however, Ghost does. Price stares him into the eyes; to some extent Simon is predictable when it comes to Johnny – or maybe not?

"Another round" he confirms.

Soap approaches what until a few minutes was his chair muttering something in Ghost's ear - not exactly in hushed tones.

"Simon, leave it, it's okay-"

"How much have you lost?" he asks, taking another sip of his scotch.

Soap swallows, going silent. Gaz, nearby, is a bit embarrassed but really – really – happy not to be in his shoes.

"Johnny, do I have to repeat myself?" the deep voice reaches Soap's ears like a sweet threat. Ghost's eyes now stare intently at him.

"nearly £200", he answers, ashamed.

Yet, with almost no time for the man beside him to finish, Ghost looks back at Price.

"no limit game, first bet £300 and up, you in?" he proposes, smirking.

After a moment's reflection, Price's big, deep, fatherly laugh stimulates something warm in the centre of Ghost's broad, toned chest, who at that moment is no longer a special operator, no longer on a mission to a place without electricity, lights and enough food due to wrong intel; now it's just Simon who, as if he had just come off a normal factory shift, returns home to his family and tries to repair – avenge? – the disastrous losses of his man.

The Captain stares into his eyes once more and, fully understanding that needy sense of familiarity that no one in that room has ever felt except within the Task Force, smiles back at his Simon.

Leaning against the table with both arms crossed, Price studies him.

“What a big bastard I raised,” he says with a proud, thinly disguised smile. "I'm in!" he says then, licking his lips and patting the table lightly with the weight of his wallet.

A light and sincere chuckle escapes from the always so serious Ghost, and Soap, next to him - who would bet it was laughter he'd heard –, would love to stop time in that instant. He then watches Simon take his wallet, but the Scottish hands block him just in time.

"No, no, I'll take care of it, leav-" he whispers.

“What are you talking about, Johnny?” Simon replies, regardless of the tone of his voice. "Go and grab a chair instead."

But Soap remains motionless, with his hands still on the forearms of his Lieutenant, who in the meantime has already pulled out a bundle of money and organized his checks.

"C'mon, go." Simon says, as Gaz starts shuffling again. "It will not take long anyway. 20 minutes max and I'll kick them all down. The pot will be ours” he says, winking.

A shyly smiling Soap, after having dragged the last of the botched chairs and finally taking a seat next to him, like a real lucky muse, asks him in a low voice and with great concern for the high stake: ''and if it doesn't work?''

“No need to worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve” Simon replies instead aloud, as he collects the first cards, to everyone's common amazement – and fear.

Soap, after an intense general exchange with all the others and an embarrassed smile, intervenes to correct him: ''erm-. cards. I think you mean cards''.

Simon, stopping and turning to his favourite Scottish but deeply doubting his intelligence for the first time in years, asks: ''What the fuck, Johnny? Have you become a moron?''

And as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he proceeds to pull all the knives out of his sleeves, of the pockets of his bulletproof vest and of his safety buckles, placing them on the table: ''of course I didn't mean cards, I said what I said. Tch!”

Silence falls in the room, the hum of the electric generator and the mosquitoes the only audible noise.

Soap's mouth wide open, the hallucinated gaze of Gaz and Price, poor old man, who, shaking his head slightly, thinks and rethinks how much that Simon of his can really be an unpredictable kick in the dick.

Even in the desert, in poker… and in love.

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Morning Light // Sterek

Stiles wakes up to see Derek still asleep. He thinks about kissing him, then refrains from doing so, thinking Derek is still sound asleep.

Warnings: none. Just the pure Sterek fluff we were robbed of in Teen Wolf.

W/C: 4,767

A/N: The first one shot is HERE! AND IT'S STEREK (ofc)! Unfortunately, I'm better at smut and angst than at fluff, but I hope this turned out at least okay. Enjoy, and let me know what you think! :)

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The morning light lazily made its way through the loft's big windows, tenderly kissing Stiles's figure. As soon as the dim rays of the rising sun lay on his face, he opened his amber eyes and let out an annoyed sigh.

He hated the loft's big windows. Well, not the windows per se. He hated that there were no curtains to cover them. He always felt observed, even though Derek's house was on the very top of the building. He also hated how bright the place would always be, no matter the time of day. Not to mention the unbearable heat that would lurk in the loft during those California summers. He had tried convincing Derek to get curtains, but he would always refuse, giving the same explanation every time Stiles would bring up the topic.

"I told you already Stiles, I am not getting curtains. This place is only temporary, I refuse to add anything to it.".

He really couldn't bring himself to understand how Derek could sleep so unbothered by the waterfall of sunlight that was now invading the room.

As he lay in the big bed situated right next to the infamous big windows, slowly coming to terms with the fact that there was no way he would be falling asleep again, a grin stretched out on Stiles's face. He realized how long this "temporary place" was being temporary for.

Derek had been living there for years now, and there were no signs of intention of him wanting to move out.

He turned around to face Derek, slowly. He knew the black-haired was still asleep, and Stiles didn't want to wake him. Not yet.

Stiles didn't think that Derek didn't want to decorate the place because it was supposed to be temporary, but because he didn't want to get attached to it. So that when the moment came, leaving would be easier. He'd have one thing less to say goodbye to.

But Stiles also hoped that moment never came. He hoped and prayed for it not to come with every fiber of his being because he knew that it would be the death of him. It would be the death of them both.

Derek's body was relaxed, his arm still loosely looped around Stile's waist, but his face was tense. His face was always tense. Stiles wondered why. Even asleep, the werewolf's eyebrows were furrowed and his lips slightly pursed in a mixture of anger and disgust.

Stiles looked at him and at how his peculiar features were highlighted by the invasive yet delicate rays of sunshine that had now spread out across the entire loft, making sure to take them all in, to take mental pictures of every single detail that made Derek, Derek.

"Such a sourwolf.", the young man lightly chuckled, amused by the ever-annoyed expression that lay on his boyfriend's face.

Slowly leaning forward to kiss him lightly, Stiles stopped abruptly. Was he actually his boyfriend? Were they dating? They had never made a point to talk about it, but the nights spent together, the lingering stares, the longing kisses, and the hours-long cuddling sessions all seemed to point in the same direction.

Nevertheless, the amber-eyed pulled back, driven by a gut feeling that he may be taking this one step too far, dreading any sort of rejection.

He was about to face the other way when he heard a low grunt. Derek opened his eyes and looked at Stiles. His kaleidoscope eyes shone even brighter, the sun unraveling shades of blue, green, and brown Stiles had never noticed before, leaving him mesmerized. Derek smiled, pulling Stiles back to reality.

"Well," the bulky man sighed, "If you're not gonna do it, I guess I'll just have to do it for you.". And before Stiles could process, Derek's grip tightened around Stiles's waist, pulling him closer. He leaned forward, closing what was left of the gap between the two, kissing the sheriff's son.

It wasn't a greedy kiss. It wasn't hungry, it didn't call for anything more.

It was light, it was delicate, it was tender. As tender as the morning light under which they lay together.

"I need to get curtains," Derek said, pulling away. "This is way too early of a time to be awake, especially after yesterday's eventful night.".

Both men chuckled, and Stiles caressed Derek's cheek.

"Don't.", he breathed.

"What do you mean 'don't'? You've been a pain in the ass about the curtains for the past year." Derek said, chuckling lightly.

"I know, but I like it better this way. I get to see details of you that cannot be seen without the morning sun."

Derek stared at him, and for a second Stiles thought he had crossed the line, and that this was the end of it. But Derek's lips on his were there to prove him wrong, and the following kiss was filled with an overwhelming amount of love.

"No curtains it is," Derek whispered, breaking the kiss before diving right back in.

And in that moment no words were needed for Stiles to understand that Derek wanted the same thing as him.