#and she's only really ever gotten to that point twice ? three times ?

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Angst, unrequited crush, sweet friendship with Robin and Steve. This is angst with a little bit of fluff, my blog is 18+ so mdni.

There's definitely room for a part two so if you'd like that then let me know 🫶❤️

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Okay, so imagine that you have the biggest crush on Eddie, it's gotten to the point where your heart skips a beat every time he looks at you, you can go from being talkative and a little hyper around your friends, to usually shy and quiet around Eddie.

It's majorly embarrassing, but you comfort yourself with the fact that Eddie probably doesn't even know who you are. You're not in any groups like the cheer group or band, and there's no way that you would even attempt to get into sports.

Yeah, he's caught you staring at him once or twice which was mortifying but you can deal with that, plus his friends are nice and funny and don't make you feel like an idiot for not knowing much about D&D.

As you head to your locker, Eddie and Gareth are deep in conversation with each other. You feel warmness pool in your cheeks as Gareth mentions your name. You've made some posters for Hellfire that Gareth asked you about.

In all honesty you're hoping it might lead to a conversation with Eddie that lasts longer than a few minutes.

Or one that you can approach with confidence, enrapture him with your witty repertoire. Hey, a girl can dream right?

Quickly you fix your hair and fuss around with your clothes as you approach the two of them, trying to figure a way to begin a conversation.

Just say hey you doofus, you chastise yourself. Gareth mentions you again, intrigued you move closer to see what he's saying.

"Eddie, come on man, she has a total crush on you, how could you not notice that?" Eddie frowns, you wait with baited breath for his answer.

"Dude, she's not really my type. I'm kinda hoping Megan will notice me if I'm being honest" Gareth catches your eye, notices you near the locker as yours is only a few doors down from Eddie.

Oh right, of course. Megan. She was into the same bands as Eddie and actually knew how to play d&d. A total badass, cool girl. Of course Eddie would like her.

Gareth's sympathetic gaze meets yours and you want to run away from it and hide. Get far far away from that look. Crushed by Eddie's quick rejection you hurry away from your locker and slam it shut.

You dash the posters away in your bag, brush away the tears that are threatening to build and vow never to get your hopes up about your crush on Eddie ever again.

Eddie looks up, briefly catches a glimpse of you rushing down the corridor. A strange, anxious knot settles in his belly and he doesn't know why, it's like a weird sense of foreboding.

Whatever it is he doesn't like the feeling one bit.

...

Your friends try to cheer you up, unrequited crushes suck so you know it will take a while to get over your feelings for Eddie.

The one thing that does help is your buddimg closeness with Robin and Steve that comes from picking up a few shifts at Family Video.

You love the easy banter between them, feel immediately safe and included when you're around them. You can just be yourself and it's a wonderful feeling.

There's no tying yourself up in knots trying to think of the right thing to say (like you do with Eddie) try to make yourself cooler than you actually are.

It's not like it mattered anyway, Eddie barely noticed you existed, or at least that's what you assumed.

You find hanging out with Steve to be really cool, he's sweet and nothing like the King Steve from back in the day. He picks you and Robin up from school, very quickly the three of you become close friends.

It's nice to have them to focus on and not your crush on Eddie being unreciprocated.

Except you don't realise that Eddie has noticed that you're not around much, you don't really go out of your way to run into him or anything like that.

You still speak to Gareth or Dustin and Jeff but you don't get all shy when Eddie joins in. It's like you don't notice Eddie at all.

He stopped noticing Megan and started noticing you for the first time, your absence leaves an empty space in him that he can't explain.

He sees you with Steve and Robin after school and there's a deep unsettled feeling inside of him, one that whispers to him that maybe you had a crush on Steve. What chick wouldn't?

He doesn't like how that makes him feel, he's moody and can't explain why it's bothering him so badly. He misses your sweet observations, your wit and your kindness to his sheeples.

In all honesty he just misses you. And that's something he never expected to happen.

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If you have any requests then send them in, my request rules are in my pinned post, I'm really into enemies to lovers, older Eddie fics right now, so if you have any fic requests then let me know 🫶💌

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twenty: Lady Alcina Dimitrescu + Mind Control/Body Modification

You really can't remember how you managed to get a tongue piercing. When it had happened? Where, or if the lady of the house knew about it.

It had been her daughters. Her beautifully crazy daughter had dragged you out and into the booming town of the village below the large ornate castle.

Bela, Cassandra, and Danelia all just wanted to let loose. The hot, sticky summer days gave ease to their entrapment during the freezing winter months.

They flittered and floated around the town. Bar hopping from one place to another as the day went on the looser we all got. Until we ended up at a tattoo parlor. The four of you had all gotten matching tattoos.

Little bugs that had wings to fly and a little sun to fly towards. How you managed to be the only one laying on your back. Tongue pressed between a pair of cold forceps. A quick sharp pain as the three watched you like hawks.

Just like that, you had a piece of shiny jewelry in your mouth. A ball on each side of your tongue that felt weird at first. They all cheered for you as the four of you walked out with a gleeful attitude.

You played with it in your mouth until you and the sisters arrived back at Castle Dimitrescu.

Days, weeks went by. You were really sure what your relationship with the lady of the house was. She liked you as a pet, but she yearned for you while you were gone. She saw how good you were with her naughty daughters. It was a sticky situation. Your tongue swelling went down, then it just became a part of your everyday life. The feeling of something pressed underneath your tongue, but also above it pressed into the roof of your mouth.

It wasn't until Dimitrescu had a written note sent to your bed chambers. Inside is her beautiful cursive writing, it said. "My dearest, I know that I've been ever so busy with things lately. I feel as if I haven't seen you in ages, so come to my chambers tonight. Kisses Y/n." Dimitrescu letter read.

Even just here words on the paper had your stomach twisting in knots of anticipation, and lust. Your relationship with the lady of the house wasn't conventional by any means. You had at one point been a simple maid, your job title had then been switched to a caregiver for the girls who were madly in love with someone new to play with.

From there things grew. You were once again switched from the girl's personal handmaiden to Lady Dimitrescu's personal handmaiden. Your relationship changed after that your heart burned with passion for her, and so did hers. Once again you were put into an odd place. Dimitrescu didn't want you to ever leave, but she didn't want to keep that title above your head.

You tie your robe around your waist and make your way toward her room. You barely have to knock on her bedroom door. A silky voice travels through the wooden door. "Come in." You push open the door. "Oh Bubba, you came," Alcina murmurs as she sits up on the bed.

A much larger robe wrapped around her. Her hair is out of its tight curls, and she looks warm as coaxes you over to her. "Of course, I came my lady." You said as you walked over to her.

She shook her head, "What have I said about that Bubba?" Alcina asks you. You still to this day had a hard time calling her by her name, Alcina wasn't what you had been taught to call her. My lady slipped out at least once or twice when it was the just two of you.

"I'm sorry my… Alcina." You whisper. Alcina grabs onto your cheeks, cold hands in contrast to your warm, and already blushing face. "Smile for me, Bubba." Alcina loves it whenever you smile. Wild light that explodes from your toothy grin, it goes straight through her and into her heart.

Your face breaks out into a glowing smile as you snuggle into her touch on your cheeks. Alcina just stares at you for what feels like ages. Aclina scans over your brightest features to the lines on your forehead and near your eyes. She drinks you in literally taking you in for everything you can give her from just a little ole' smile.

Then her eyes catch something. A glint, a metallic shine on some sort. Alcina doesn't think about it until the fire's light makes it shine even more. Her face contorts, and yours follows suit. "Y/n?"

Alcina never really says your name, but when she does it means she is serious. You echo her, 'Alcina?" You whisper back to her. "Open your mouth for me, Bubba." She demands of you. Her eyes go wide when you open your mouth and stick out your bedazzled tongue.

"What is this shining in your mouth?" Alcina doesn't sound mad, hell she doesn't even have an emotion on her face. You swallow as Alcina takes her cold hands off your face. "Well…" You start off. Alcina has yet to take her eyes off the rhinestone on your tongue. She watches it move as you tell her the story of the girls wanting tattoos, and how they had bet you to get a tongue piercing.

"You aren't mad are you?" You ask Alcina. Her yellow eyes flash quickly with hurt, and then she's back consoling you. "My sweetness I'd never be mad at you for something like this." Alcina reaches over her thumb grazing over your bottom lip.

You two stay like that for a few moments, before Alcina says what she's been thinking since she caught the glimmer. You see the smirk on her face, and then her words hit your ears. "You know Y/n I've always wondered what it would feel like me on." Your face goes hot with a blush.

Thinking up all the scenarios that Alcina could be talking about. "Do you wanna…" You can't get the words out. "Do I wanna what sweetness?" Alcina is ever so a minx. "I… you…" You bit your bottom lip searching for the words. "I wanna…" You don't even finish your thouhgt before your delved in. Crashing into Alcina lips.

The kiss is searing, in a hot sort of knee buckling way. Alcina wraps here long fingers around the back of your neck, and when you lick her lips for entrance into her mouth she moans. It only pushes you further. Hands burhsing up agasint soft robe fabric. "Take this off me please." Alcina begs you. You never seen, or heard Alcina so desperate for touch.

You follow her request. Stripping her of the robe, throwing it off into the room. She stands there so tall, and so bare. Her skin lights up with goosebumps as you trail your fingers up and down her curves. She moans at your light touches. "Don't tease." Alcina warns. "I'm sorry… I just like touching you is all." You murmurs as you leave a litter of kisses on your way up and down her body.

That's before Alcina picks you up and shifts the both of you towards the soft surface of the bed. She lays you ontop of her. Your own robe gives way, showing off the shorts and tank top you wear to bed.

Kissing up and down Alcina jaw and neck. She hard grips harder when you suck a little bruise on her skin where the shoulder, and neck met. You follow down her collar bone down between the valley of her breasts. Her hands shifts landing in your hair. You suck yet another bruise between her breasts. And when you look up to fancy your work. Alcina is already on the verge of bursting with lust.

You get back to work. Licking up her kiss, kissing the little but best spots for her. Everytime you lick Alcina skin she whines, and moans. "Oh fuck Y/n, you dont… oh hell you don't know" She can't get her words out.

It's not until you shimmy yourself between her large thighs, and are face to face with her dripping cunt. You take a quickl glance up at her. She yellow eyes are blown out with lust, her cheeks are red with a thick layer of blush.

"Don't make me…" You don't let alcina finish when you lick a sticky strip from her leaking hole to her clit leaving it kiss when you come up. Your hands come spreading her apart. Dripping further down onto the fresh linens. You blow cold air onto her cunt. She shivers and moans at the action.

You can't hold back anymore. You care not for rhe breathe you need as you stuff your face into her wet, dripping cunt. Everythng just feels right, and damn the encoramanet that you hear from above you have you wishing you could get some sort of relief out of it as well.

You licks around her swollen clit, and a harh hand come to tug at your hard pulling you. Using you for Alcina own plesure. You are no longer fucking her with your mouth. Rather she's fucking you with her cunt. When you do manage to slip a set of fingers into her cunt she's tight as always. Sucking you in as your pull out and push them right back in. "Oh sweet fuck!" Alcina moans out, her head is thrown back and her eyes are shut tightly as your lick her clit the rinestone tongue peicing hitting it just right.

Two fingers itching just the right spot to make Alcina vision go white with passion. Her cunt squeezes your finger tight as she moans out loudly and cums all over your face. Your face is drenched, down to your tank top.

When you come up from between Alicna thighs she's worn out unable to lift her head and take a look at you. "Alcina, did I make you squirt?" You aks your voice husky and deep. she graons and shake her head a little.

You shift moving up to lay next to the worn out lady of the house. It's silent for only a moments time. "You must know my dear that I haven't felt that good in such a long time." Alcina says as she looks over at you. She looks so content, calm for the first time in a long time. "Thank you my sweetness." Alcina murmurs. "Of course." You get up grabbing your robe, and wiping down your face before getting a wet cloth and cleaning up between Alcina thighs.

when you go to leave her chambers, a small tired voice calls you back. "Stay with me?" Alcina asks you don't dare ignore, or deny her.

Completed on: 08/01/23

Posted on: 10/20/23

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Resident Evil Master List // House Dimitrescu Master List // Kinktober '23

[hockybish]

Online Sibling Night

l hughes!sister au l lola hughes l masterlist l

Once or twice a month the three of them tried to some sort video call. Since it was the night before the game between the Ducks and Canucks in Vancouver, Lola got hang out with Quinn while Luke called in from New Jersey. Tonight it was Lola's choice on what they did, and she chose Spa Night.

"Which one?" Lola held two different face masks out for Quinn to choose from.

Quinn, not really caring which one she put on his face, picked the one in the blue package. Lola handed it to him. He was about to open the thing and apply it to his face, but Lola stopped him, insisting that he needed to pin his hair back with a plush headband that she had just flung at him.

"Are you two ready yet? I feel like I've been waiting for forever!" Luke piped up, tired of watching and waiting for his sibling to be ready. He already had his hair pushed back and a face mask on.

"Hush you, it's not my fault Quintin has issues"

"I don't have issues!"

"Yes you do." The two younger siblings chimed in at the same time. Quinn glared at them, threatening to call Ellen for ganging up on him, because it's not fair.

Once they all had their masks on Lola set the timer for 20 minutes and they got to catching up on what's been going on with them. Lola talked about a boy named Robbie, who was news to both her brothers, and Quinn informed them about a teacher he was seeing.

Lola was going to ask Luke about that one girl he had feelings for, but they got interrupted by Jack coming home, so Luke had to scurry off to his room. Quinn and Lola took the opportunity to quick make a noodle dish for dinner.

"Lukey, what about that one girl? What's her name? Did she like the new camera?" Lola took a big bite of noodles. She was the one to give Luke the idea to get her a new one.

"Who Maisie?" The thought of the cute photographer who worked for the Devils brought small smile to his face. Luke forgot he had told Bah about her and what he did "No, she gave it back. She uh told me that I can't buy her forgiveness"

Jack had notice Luke acting weird since he had gotten home. He had ran off to his room as soon as Jack got home and had been in there pretty much ever since, aside from the few times he's come out to get snacks.

He was curious to say the least. At some point in time he went to Luke's room and held his ear to door, trying to hear anything. Only thing he could really make out was a laugh he didn't recognize.

"Never have I ever slept with a siblings friends or teammates" Quinn smirked knowing he was about to get Luke because of that one time he dated Lola's bestie/teammate, to his surprise Lola put down a finger as well.

"Okay Lu, your turn." She wanted the game to move along, before either one of them could comment on what she just did.

"Wait a minute Luke" Quinn stopped Luke from speaking and addressed the girl sitting next to him. "Clem, who did you sleep with."

"No one. No one. I didn't sleep with anyone" She played it off by trying to put her ring finger back up. "I just put it down for funsies."

"No. You slept with someone, tell us who or at least which one of us is friends with the guy" Lola was still quiet, how do you say you slept with least favorite brother's best friend.

"Oh god not him" Quinn groaned "anybody but him"

"Who?" Luke still confused.

She spilled the name just as the door to Luke's room opened and Jack appeared in the door frame. Lola was completely embarrassed when she heard Jack talking as Luke was pushing him out and locking the door.

"I think I'm gonna go now. I should get back to the hotel and get some sleep." She looked around for her things she brought over.

"No Bah, I'm sorry, I thought I had locked the door. Don't go! We can play another game or something. Please."

"Yeah I think I have that one game Wavelength? We can play that."

Lola agreed to stay for a while longer, after Luke reassured Jack wasn't going to be popping up anymore.

[cupcakeslushie]

@beeisblue Huginn and Muninn try to spoil Three when they can in their own pathetically middle of the road—thanks for trying way. But more often than not, they’re on babysitting duty to make sure Three doesn’t blow up his own lab—which can be pretty dangerous so they’d much rather keep their distance, but they do feel bad about not doing more to help. They’ll make a little appearance along with Shelldon in Donnie’s interlude, which is coming up next, after we conclude Mikey’s rescue arc!

That is definitely not sanctioned, but yes—Draxum is just too exhausted with Three’s antics at this point. The child used to be at least respectful out of fear, but it seems like ever since a few years back when Three hit some kind of mental, pain threshold, Draxum has had a hard time controlling and understanding his thought process.

The boys do change things up by way of casual clothes around the lair, just wearing whatever’s comfortable—pretty close to the show with Mikey and Donnie probably wearing more sweaters and joggers and hoodies than say Leo or Raph. As for missions I might change my mind if I can come up with something else fun for them to wear, but as for now…most of them change pretty quickly to their movie look as soon as they each unlock their ninpo. I’ve put Leo in 2012!Leo’s white vision quest hoodie until his finally moves on to his black and blue ninpo gear just because he’ll struggle with it the most so he’s kind of the only one who takes a while to switch over to his finale look. But I might throw them in something extra if I change my mind!

@artoflittleowlbird Just a little song I made up! 😅 I really struggled with whether I wanted a real song or if I wanted to just make something from scratch. It’ll play a role later on so I hope I didn’t make it too weird sounding! I wanted it to have a non-rhyming feel like it’s something old which Splinter might’ve sung them.

Leo does meet Hueso eventually. He’s super polite when Raph, Mikey, and April first bring him to Run of the Mill, but there’s something so tired in his expression that Hueso can’t put his phalanges on. It makes the man wanna feed him, wrap him in a blanket and plop him on a comfy sofa where he can’t get hurt.

@sskurwysyn I’m sorry I’m so bad at this part. All the names I’m thinking of sound so stupid 🫣 If anyone else has one they’d like to suggest I’m all ears 🤣. And Mikey swapped out his nunchucks once or twice, but would always go back to them as soon as he could. I do like the idea of him wielding a comically huge kanabo like it’s nothing. Little man does not skip arm day.

@little-banjo-frog Leo is a little too high up in the ranking for them to be close friends, but he has gone on missions with her as part of her training. She respects him much like she does Foot Lieutenant and Brute in the show, but once she really meets Raph, Mikey, and April and hears their story and connects the dots of their missing brother being Leo, her conscience takes over and she can’t help but see how screwed up Leo is from what Shredder’s done to him. BUT THAT’S OKAY—cause you can’t get any cooler than being a double agent!! She just needs to find the perfect time to get Leo to meet his brothers, and they can both leave the foot clan behind! Plus once she’d started sneaking out of the compound at night to play vigilante with Raph, she was done for—way too much fun! Good thing she’s so good at being quiet…be a shame if she were followed…..

Aside from accidentally blowing up a Chee-Z ball factory in one of his first times out, Donnie’s gotten away with: taking apart half the tech in the lair and leaving the parts strewn all over for someone to trip on, snapping at his brothers and saying things even he knew at the time he’d regret saying, being an absolute shit to April when he first met her, testing a stimulant on himself and scaring the bejesus out of everyone when he had a tiny case of cardiac arrest…And probably the most glaringly obvious time Splinter was mad at him, but held his tongue—when Donnie needed the wiring in the projector tv and tore the whole thing apart so they were all left without any entertainment for two days while he built them a new one from scratch. Yes, they got something much nicer out of it, but he could’ve at least warned them! Raph thought Splinter’s fur was gonna be dyed perma-red from how much he looked like a tea kettle about to explode.

Raph has to get a handle on Savage Raph pretty soon after Leo and Mikey get taken, just out of necessity, but he doesn’t get rid of the fear of being alone completely. Meeting April helps even more, but once they’re all back together it does become a bigger struggle for him to not panic when they leave his eye-line. It’s not even something that registers as an issue at first cause as long as one of them is with him, he can stay pretty calm, but eventually they do all have to split up for some reason or other, and he goes full Savage Raph for the first time in YEARS. It’s only top-side though, he’s fine being alone in the Hidden City and the sewers. April is always their best bet for calming him down though. They make a joke out of it later like maybe next time she should say something like “Sun’s going down big guy!” But it’s the simple fact that a part of Raph might be scared to lose his brothers again, but April has always been his biggest source of comfort and safety—she’s his big sister.

100% yes April and Raph can totally mind meld 🤣 i love it.

[razorblade180]

Safe Bet

[Swarm Disaster V]

Qingque:I heard you like to gamble?

Aventurine:You could call it the spice of my life. Let me guess, you’re betting I will do well?

Qingque:Oh that’s way too simple. We will have no healer.

Aventurine:…What?

Qingque:I tend to try to take things easy but after numerous failures here it’s only natural to form plans. I’m not betting on you doing well, I’m wagering your ability to protect us long enough for us to gather blessing I need plus curios.

Aventurine:And how long to you typically last in here?

Silver Wolf: The first elite. Sometimes we make it.

Sparkle:If we get resonance. Though your fellow gambler over here has gotten much more reliable since our last attempt.

Aventurine:..Alright. Let’s do it. Should be fun. Let’s see what’s about curio option number one!

Nullify attacks

QASS: (Oh shit this might actually be the run…)

Floor 2

Aventurine:Little lady, is there any reason why you refuse to keep a shield?

Silver Wolf: It’s not my fault these enemies understand who the real threat is. I’m alive aren’t I? Good job, but I recommend investing in speed.

Aventurine:Learn to take a hit.

Qingque:Don’t sweat it guys. It’s time for the easier part. *presses downloader*

Acheron:Hey. Oh, it’s you.

Aventurine:I think that’s my line. To think I’d get your aid in a place like this.

Acheron:I’m just here to cut through the fodder and potentially give you a chance to win it big. Consider me your guide.

Aventurine:We’re bound to get lost then.

Acheron:Heh, then I guess you’ll be getting enough blessings. Stay close.

xxxxx

Knight of beauty appears

Aventurine:Well would you look at that!

Sparkle:Okay, so I typically don’t care how far these runs go, but if you somehow ruin this I’m actually going to be disappointed.

Aventurine:Oh you know a situation is dire if I have a Fool acting serious. I was already planning on proving my value anyway.

Floor 3

Silver Wolf: Well it’s be real everyone. Don’t really need me for that oversized bug. It’s got every weakness you need.

Sparkle:What an interesting way of saying “I am a liability.”

Silver Wolf:It’s simple strategy. We didn’t come all this way to gain nothing. I’ll just cheer from the bench. Qingque, don’t miss your crits. *

Qingque:I literally can’t.

Silver Wolf:And don’t eat too many points. *leaves*

Qingque:…No promise. *hits downloader*

Ruan Mei: Shall we begin?

Aventurine:All this talent and you needed my help?

Ruan Mei:Have you ever felt the wind shear of a Swarm Disaster? Some people say it’s like a personal hurricane on your body.

Qingque:I’m “some people”

xxxxxx

20+ Propagation blessings. Various Curios, interplays achieved, and additional blessings gained. Danger level Eight

Swarm buzzing violently

Qingque:I’m gonna be honest guys, I don’t know if I’m trembling because I’m nervous, or because this is about to be pretty spectacular. Aventurine, if you would? *holds out tiles*

Aventurine:Heh, you really want all the luck possible huh? Alright then, strut yourself.

He leans over to his left and gently blows on the pieces.

“Let’s play a game!” Qingque tosses them into the air and twirls as metamorphosis begins; catching the pieces as they fell. Without stopping, she throws out a four of kind then immediately flicks her wrist like a slite of hand trick to reveal another set of tiles to throw.

The experienced gambler watches the girl pass the tiles between her hands twice before throwing another eight, killing a bug and keeping the pace by tossing a new set once before suddenly slamming down a tile that shakes everything and hands her another four of a kind she quickly turned into eight. It’s still her turn. Gambling is partly a numbers game, and Qingque has clearly crunched them.

Aventurine:(Oh shit…)

Sparkle:Wooooo! Don’t stop the fireworks!

Three more tosses before another hit! No worries! Qingque happily took a single tile and beamed it another insect before slamming down another that caused it to explode. She tossed her set to a corner bug as she took another break turn to eat up all four points before hearing Sparkle laughing as she topped off the difference.

Qingque: Can’t stop won’t stop!

Another eight tiles exploded and knocked the main bug down briefly. Aventurine was thinking he didn’t need to be here, until it got back up and tore through the shield like paper. Without hesitation he let his wealth pour down like rain and redeployed a shield. He confidently scoffed, but Ruan Mei could see his hand twitch in his pocket.

Ruan Mei:Fear is a healthy way of understanding your current situation as well providing alertness. Are you alert?

Aventurine: Vividly. *stacks shield*

Ruan Mei:Welcome to the Swarm Disaster.

Qingque:You get a front row seat to VICTORY!

1,500,000

[baratiddyappreciator]

hello.I apologize in advance for the translator😅 I recently came up with an idea for a mini story or Hanayama's headcannon. What if he has a girlfriend who had never been involved with the Yakuza before meeting our Kaoru? she is very devoted to him and wants to get a tattoo sleeve (with carp, flowers, etc., well, that usually happens to the Yakuza) .to prove to him that she is also strong (she could have suffered something psychologically difficult in the past, for example). and Kaoru was initially against this idea, because then she would have to hide her connection with the criminal world completely, hide her hands from shame. She would have done it secretly from the master who did the hanayame tattoo. At first, Kaoru was angry that she had to experience pain and ruin her skin, but in the end he was very touched by his girlfriend and realized that she was really his woman from head to toe.

Don't worry, I think you got your point across just fine! It sounds like a really interesting prompt, and I'm glad you shared it with me! I hope I lived up with your expectations, sorry it took me a while!

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She's soft. That's the first thing that Hanayama thinks when looking at his girl. She's soft and sweet and she's definitely not cut out for this lifestyle, and he has to protect her, because some of the people he deals with would eat her alive. And yet, despite her being told time and time again that his world is a dangerous one and that she'd be safer not getting involved with it, or with him, for that matter, she still insisted. She'd asked him over and over again for a tattoo, to join him in this lifestyle, and each time he'd told her no. He really should have realised that her determination would make her sneaky. Of course, he knows that she's strong, she wouldn't still be arguing him about the sleeve tattoo that she wanted to get if she wasn't strong, but her strength was different than his. She was strong because of what she'd gone through, though he didn't know the entire story, he could gather that she's had a rough life. He was strong naturally, a born protector and fighter, that's what the others had said.

He respected her strength, of course, he respected her, but some things he just wouldn't let her do for her own sake. He didn't want her getting hurt, tattoos like that couldn't be done entirely comfortably for someone that hadn't ever had one if they weren't prepared for the inevitable pain that would result from it. He just wanted to keep her safe. Anyone that saw that tattoo would know that she was with him, and weaker, more opportunistic people would take advantage of her loyalty to him to try and get to him. She would have to hide, she couldn't flaunt a tattoo like that. Not only would there be repercussions from the criminal world, but there could be problems in her every day life! Not to mention that if she didn't like it, it would cost her almost twice as much, if not three times, to get it removed or covered up! But she'd seemingly finally given up on the argument, on trying to get that tattoo.

Despite that, he still had an uneasy feeling all day after she'd left their home to go about her day. She'd said she had errands to run and that she would be home before dark, and he could respect that, he knew that they needed to make a grocery run for a while now, but things kept popping up and getting groceries when they didn't really eat in that often was put on the back burner. The worry stuck with him all day, even once he arrived home. He didn't know what point she'd been home, but the fridge was stocked, groceries had been gotten and put away, the house was clean, no sign of a struggle. He had to find things to do while he waited for her to come home, so he eventually just wound up watching the news, though he wasn't really absorbing any of what was being reported on, it wasn't anything interesting. His knee bounced anxiously the entire time as the minutes ticked by, the sun slowly starting to sink over the horizon.

It wasn't until the door clicked open that he could feel a sense of ease as she stepped into the entryway, taking off her shoes, though her movements were careful, and she kept one side of her body facing away from him. His suspicions were up immediately, so after a moment of him watching her and her going about her routine after coming home, he spoke up.

"Hey." She jumped a little, but she still smiled at him as she always did.

"Hey! How was your day?"

"Fine. What did you do while I was gone? Looks like you were busy." He said, nodding at the now full fridge.

"Oh, just some basic personal errands, I met up with an old friend and a colleague, we talked, hung out for a bit. I know it's a bit late, but it took forever to finish saying goodbye." She rambled, and his eyes narrowed at the gray smudge on her hand.

"What's on your hand?" He simply asked, and she froze like a deer in headlights. His brows furrowed, concern lacing his voice. "Did you get hurt or something?"

"No, I uh... I..." She was hesitating, not meeting his eyes, her own darting around the room. A simply quirk of his brow was all it took for her to let out a shaky breath. "So uh, promise you won't be mad?" She asked, and his frown deepened as she walked up and held out her arm. There it was. A fresh sleeve, already unwrapped and cleaned, still red and raw, but already healing. He recognized that handywork, it was across his own back after all. For a moment, he was angry. "I know you didn't want me to get it, and I know I said I gave up on it, I understand why you didn't want me to get it, but I'm a grown woman! I can make my own decisions! And I'm choosing you, Hanayama! I want to be by your side, even if it means being in a gang!" She began, her voice shaking a little.

"Seriously? A whole sleeve? You went to him for a whole sleeve?" He asked, and she winced. "Why would you put yourself through that?!" He demanded, and she looked away, fidgeting with her fingernails, the skin there already raw and irritated, she'd clearly been doing that all day. "Do you really think that I'd be happy about you hurting yourself like that?" He demanded, and she glared up at him, her jaw set.

"I did it because I wanted to, Hanayama!" She snapped, poking a finger into his chest. "I did it because I want to prove to everyone that sees this that I am yours and yours alone, I'm by your side for all of it, no matter what! I did this because it's what I want for me! Even if we break up in the future, I still want to be by your side because you mean so much to me!" There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and he paused, watching one fall. Oh. He was the one that had hurt her this time. Not the needles, not the fear. He had upset her by not having faith in her. Wordlessly, he held out his hand, and she hesitated.

"Lemme see it, at least. I can't get a good look with you waving your arm around like that." He rumbled, and she put her hand in his. He didn't want to touch it, not yet, he knew that was bad for the healing process, and he didn't want to mar her tattoo with his hands. The colours were delicate, the lines flowing smoothly as a carp wove through some flowers on her arm. Good craftsmanship, fantastic workmanship. He knew that the old man knew what he was doing, but still, pride swelled in his chest that his girl had some of, if not the best art on her skin. "Looks good. Old man hasn't lost his touch yet. Suits you." He said, earning a startled look, before he sheepishly looked away, dropping her hand to stuff his in his pockets.

"...What? You don't hate it?" She asked, puzzled, and he sighed, shaking his head.

"Nah, I couldn't. It's objectively good work on a beautiful canvas, and it really does suit you. I just... I just wish you hadn't done it all in one sitting, that couldn't have felt nice. I didn't want you getting hurt." His voice took on a softer tone, something more sincere, before he paused and smirked slightly. "Plus, you're going to hate it when it starts peeling. Worst itch ever." He said, earning a scoff as she playfully punched his arm.

"Oh please! It can't be that bad!" She laughed, the tense atmosphere completely vanishing. Yeah, that was his girl alright. Soft, sweet, and a hell of a lot more stubborn than he gave her credit for. She was tough alright, and he loved her for all of it.

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The Invisible Woman Chapter Eight: Finding Solace In the Stars

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Jake Seresin x female!reader

TW:drinking,angst,death, I think thats it

Word Count:1.9k

A/N: if you requested to be on the taglist just bear with me, im so bad at updating it.

Three months. Ninety days. 2,190 hours, 131,400 minutes. That's how long it's been since Jake has seen your face or heard your laugh or felt your touch. With each second that ticks by, another piece of him withers away and he’s not sure how much of him is even left at this point.

Everybody has tried getting through to him at one point or another, but it falls on deaf ears. Just when he found his person, she was ripped away without mercy and he’s angry. Angry at himself, angry at the world, maybe even a little angry at you for going when you knew you weren’t ready.

His life is falling apart around him. He’s been distracted in the air, sleep deprivation making him borderline delirious. He’s gotten a reprimand twice now, they’re talking about grounding him. Mavs has been trying to pull strings but he can only do so much.

Jake is a danger to himself and in turn a danger to his team. Part of it is that his mind isn’t all there, but a bigger part is just that he doesn’t care if he lives or dies. He’s more reckless than ever, putting himself in harm's way almost intentionally. 

“I can’t help you if you don’t want it. You’re going to lose your wings.”

Mav had told him that two weeks ago. He doesn’t really care anymore. Part of him hopes he gets sent on a mission so he can just burn in and be out of his misery. The only thing keeping him going is the idea of you coming home.

He’s teetering on delusional now, refusing to accept even the idea that you’re really gone. The reality is, his time is up. The navy is officially declaring you KIA in three days and your funeral will be next Saturday. 

He hasn’t let himself think about what that means. He hasn’t let the reality of the situation sink in. The reality is that even if you are alive, no one is coming for you. The one time he tried to really process it, he threw up. He hasn’t let the idea cross his mind since. 

He's glued to his bed at this point. Mav agreed to let him take the week off to grieve. That’s not really what he’s doing if he’s being honest. All of his time is spent fantasizing about what life could’ve been like and coming up with harebrained plans where he swoops in and saves you at the last second. 

He shakes his head, gripping tighter to your pillow and rolling over to try and fall into a restless sleep. 

Three days later he’s sitting at the bar with a whiskey in hand, appearance disheveled. It’s clear he hasn’t been showering and for the first time in his life, Bradley is looking at sweatpant-clad Jake. 

“Hey, how are you holding up?” Bradley asks and Jake just raises his glass of Jack. 

“Besides the fact that the woman I love has officially been declared dead and there’s nothing I can do to convince the Navy she’s still out there? Just peachy.” He bites and Bradley sighs. 

“Jake, you have to let her go.” 

Jake scoffs at this and sends his friend a cold glare. 

“No.”

He hates the sympathetic look in Bradley’s eyes. That’s the only way people look at him anymore and it pisses him off. He doesn’t need sympathy. Sympathy is for people who’ve lost something and he’s convinced you’re still out there fighting somewhere. 

Bradley shakes his head and sits down next to him. “Jake, her funeral is in four days. We all miss her, but this isn’t healthy.” 

Jake remains silent, sipping on the amber liquid and Bradley continues.

“Listen, I’m more familiar with grief than most and I get you’re in denial. But at this rate, you’re going to lose everything you’ve worked for. You will have a life after her, even if it doesn’t seem like it. Losing Ozzy is bad enough, don’t lose yourself too.”

Jake absorbs the words and lets them reverberate around his mind for a minute. Logically he knows his teammate is right, as annoying and painful as it may be. 

But something in his heart is screaming at him to keep holding out hope. Whether it’s straight up denial, or instinct he doesn’t know, but regardless it’s louder than any other emotions he’s feeling.

“You don’t get it, Bradshaw. I know she’s alive. I would feel it if she wasn’t.” He whispers and Bradley suddenly understands. 

“You’re scared.” He says matter of factly and Jake looks over at him. “You’re scared that if she’s still alive and you quit looking, it means you left her to die. You’re not afraid she’s dead, you’re afraid she’s not.”

Of all the things people have told Jake over the past three months, that is the closest anyone’s gotten to pinpointing how he feels and it feels like a ton of bricks are suddenly on top of him. Until he just heard it put into words, he didn’t even know himself. 

That’s exactly what he’s afraid of. Not the grief of it being too late, but the idea he could have saved you and didn’t. Even more terrifying is the idea that you’ll come home one day and he’ll have to look you in the eye and tell you he moved on with life while you stayed stuck, believing that he would never leave you behind. 

The thought paralyzes him.

Bradley watches him intently before finally sighing. “We weren’t going to tell you this.” He starts and Jake's head snaps to look at him. 

“Tell me what?” He questions and Bradley debates whether he should say anything or not. 

“They found four more of her teammates.” 

Jake considers asking what exactly that means for a second but the look on Bradley’s face speaks for itself. Fourteen KIA. The chances of you coming out of that, especially in the state of mind you were in, are nearly impossible. 

Bradley watches the realization dawn on Jake. He thought that getting his friend to finally come back to reality would make him feel better, but now he wishes he would've just let him stay in his bubble. 

“I don’t know how to let go.” Jake chokes and Bradley just claps him on the shoulder. 

“You don’t have to let go completely. Little parts of her will always be with you. A part of you will always hold onto a glimmer of hope, but you can’t let it control your life.” He says gently and Jake nods his head as a tear falls. 

Bradley drives him home and for the first time since this all began, Jake doesn’t feel so heavy walking into your home. 

He decides to sit out on the back porch for a while, just watching the night sky. He does this periodically, it makes him feel closer to you. If he closes his eyes, he can almost hear your laugh and feel your head nuzzle into his chest.

It takes him back to that first night on the beach, and its the only thing that makes him smile. He stares up at the moon and wonders if you’re somewhere in the world, looking up and thinking about him too.

The thought brings him comfort and he sends a silent prayer up to the heavens that someway, somehow you’ll find her way back to him.

Jake has never been a religious man. However laying here now as the stars twinkle above him unwavering, it's the closest he's ever been to finding God.

It reminds him of you in a lot of ways. The way you shone so bright no matter what happened, always a constant beacon to guide him home in the darkest night. He always said you were like the moon, capable of controlling the tide if you put your mind to it.

He was sure there wasn't anything you couldn't do, and it seems fitting now. Thats partly why he couldn't let go.

There was something special about you, so ruthless and unrelenting when your mind was set on something. An immovable force. Nothing and no one could stop you.

Now he's coming to terms with the fact that you weren’t actually invincible, and everyone meets their match eventually. He stands to go inside at that thought, no longer finding solace in the silence of the night.

He’s barely gotten back inside when the doorbell rings and he opens the door to find Mav. He looks mildly concerned and Jake steps aside to let him in, a scowl covering his face. 

This is it. They found you. It’s the only reason he can think of the Mav would be here at ten pm unannounced. 

He takes a seat on the couch and Jake follows suit, watching him expectantly. He can’t bring himself to ask the question so he doesn’t. He just sits silently, waiting. 

“Ice just told me you’re being sent on a mission the Monday after the funeral.” He blurts and Jake's eyebrows shoot up. Well, he hadn't been expecting that. 

“Why? They’re talking about grounding me, why the hell would they send me on a mission? Less than two days after my girlfriend's funeral no less?” He asks, baffled. 

Mav shakes his head and looks over at him. “I don’t know. I told them you aren’t ready, but they’re insisting.” He sighs and Jake takes a deep breath. 

“Do you know what it is?” 

Mavs eyebrows pinch and he slowly shakes his head. “Something about flying air cover for a ground operation. I don’t know the details. You’re not concerned?”

Jake laughs bitterly and runs a hand through his messy hair. “Would it matter if I was? Maybe throwing myself into my work is the distraction I need. I'm starting to come to terms with the fact she isn’t coming back, something to focus on would help.” He explains and Mav just nods. 

“Okay. Well, I just wanted to give you a heads up so you’re not blindsided.” He relents and Jake thanks him before he leaves. 

The next three days simultaneously feel like the longest and shortest of his life as he mentally prepares for Saturday. 

He's got a fresh haircut just the way you liked it and bought a fresh bottle of your a at favorite cologne. Tears sting his eyes as he lays out his dress uniform, making sure everything is in order ahead of time. 

He takes his time going through his routine, wanting to look his best for tomorrow while also trying to postpone going to bed. It feels like it did the night before you left, an overwhelming ache settling deep in his chest as he wishes staying awake would make time stop. 

He shuts off every light, kissing the picture of the two of you on the nightstand as he crawls into bed. He doesn’t know how much longer he'll have this place, so he soaks in every second that he can. He slowly drifts off into nightmare-riddled sleep, praying he wakes up to find this has all been one big fever dream. 

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No Title Yet, something will come to me

Nada

"You and Aang really slept together... like went all the way? As in sex?" Katara says, leaning forward.

Katara, Suki, and Toph are sitting around a small table in one of the many gardens enjoying some tea. After Suki and Toph had left Aang's room, Toph insisted on finding Katara so that she wouldn't have to recount the story twice.

"Yes, Sugar Queen. How has that not gotten through your head?" Toph says slightly annoyed. She leans back against one of the pillars that is next to the table before sipping her tea. Iroh must have made it because the herbs are mixed just right so that it's calming and soothing her stomach. Suki is insisting she tell every detail of the night, which, remembering the alcohol that had played such a major hand in the night, has made her want to vomit everywhere.

"I just really didn't expect you guys to become... intimate like that," Katara says, hesitating on the word 'intimate'.

"Really? Even Sokka saw that coming. He was actually the one to point it out to me, now that I think about it..." Suki trails off on that last thought. "The only thing I'm having trouble with is how rough he was. That doesn't sound like Aang at all."

"I know, that part surprised me, too. But, I actually really liked it," Toph says, muffling the last part of the sentence behind her cup.

"Was he like that with you?" Suki asks Katara.

Katara chokes a little on the tea she is sipping. She really hadn't thought that the subject would have ever found its way back to her and Aang's past relationship. It was such a forgotten event in the groups timeline that no one ever really brought it up.

"Uh, no. No. We weren't ever... like that... with each other," she says, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"Wait, did you guys not ever have sex?" Suki questions, her eyes wide and disbelieving.

"I didn't say that! We just weren't like that."

"Liar," Toph coughs out.

Katara sends a glare towards her, "Fine! We never did it. We never actually got around to it. I mean, sheesh, he was only 15 when we broke up."

"And you were 17," Suki unhelpfully points out.

"So?"

"Sooo. I'm just saying, a woman has her needs," Suki finishes with a shrug.

"Well, she did get with Zuko right after the break up, so you know they went at it," Toph says with a sly grin before a thought occurs to her. "Wait! If you and Twinkletoes never had sex... but there's no fucking way he was a virgin before last night. No one is just that good their first time."

All three girls remain silent as this new thought floats out in the open. Toph begins to slightly panic for an unknown reason. Her and Aang weren't ever a couple, he could have easily slept with someone in the years since him and Katara called the quits.

The thought of someone else seeing Aang intimate like that though makes her blood boil. The teacup in her hands shatter in her firm grip.

"Hey, calm down, Toph. You did say you guys went at it at least four times last night, right? That's a lot of chances to fix errors. Plus, you weren't exactly a virgin before last night either," Suki says in a matter of fact tone.

"What?" Katara asks, a wrinkle in her brow.

"Spirits, shut up, Suki," Toph grumbles.

"I'm just saying. You can't be upset with him for something you also did." She does have a point, but Toph is still fuming. She crosses her arms over her chest and huffs out a breath. "All I'm saying is don't get too upset when your hands aren't clean either," Suki mumbles.

"Wait, wait, wait. Back up. Toph, you slept with someone? And I'm just now finding out about this? How come Suki knew before me? Who was it? Was it any good? Oh my spirits, it wasn't Haru, was it?" A shudder is seen going through Katara's body.

"No, no. It was with Teo, like two years after everything," Toph says with a wave of her hand. She stands up, brushing the shattered teacup off of her shirt and pants, and earthbends a small reclining chair. She needs a little room from the girls, their questions are starting to feel suffocating.

"The kid in the wheelchair from the Western Air Temple? Not to be rude or anything... but was he even able to ... you know... preform?"

Both Suki and Toph send Katara dirty looks. "He's paralyzed, not dead. There's still blood flow down there. You think that being a healer, you would know that kind of thing," Toph says in a justifiably rude manner. Katara at least has the decency to look ashamed.

"Well, that still doesn't answer the question of why Suki knew before me and if it was any good," she says with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest.

Toph groans and stares up towards the sky. She really just wanted to announce that her and Aang were a thing and be done with it. Why they wanted the explicit details of the night and her previous encounter was beyond her.

"It was fine and Suki only knew because she walked in on it."

Katara whips her head in Suki's direction, eyes wide and a massive smile on her lips, "No way."

"You guys were in mine and Sokka's room! What were you expecting?" A burst of laughter comes from Katara. She holds her stomach as tears leak out of the corners of her eyes.

"Oh my fucking Spirits! Can we please change the subject? Like any other subject, please?" Toph yells, her hands encasing her ears, trying to block out Katara's laughter and Suki's snickers.

"Fine. Fine," Katara says, breathing heavily. Her face is beet red from laughing so hard and she is sure her stomach is going to be sore tomorrow. "Give us the dirty details on you and Aang from last night."

Groaning, Toph sinks lower on her chair.

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Once the girls were out of sight and Aang had put his shirt back on, Sokka laid himself on his stomach at the foot of the bed. His chin is cradled by the palms of his hands and his feet are kicking the air behind him.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me what the fuck happened last night. I mean, why the hell were you sneaking out of her room so early? You guys were practically fucking when I walked in just a moment ago."

Aang groans and lays back on the bed rubbing his face with his hands. How did they end up in this situation? He never liked his personal business being known by everyone, but here they were, half the palace knowing that him and Toph did the deed.

Letting his hands fall to his sides, he stares up at the ceiling, "I don't know, Sokka. What do you want me to say? We came back last night, both of us having way too much to drink, and it just kind of happened."

"So nothing led up to it?" Sokka says, a knowing smirk on his face.

Aang looks over at him and rolls his eyes, "Suki told you didn't she? You two really are worse than gossiping sisters. Fine. We kissed at the bar. We were dancing and then one of those slow songs came on and she suggested that we sat that one out, but... I don't know. I still wanted her close to me. And I knew that if we went and sat down, that we wouldn't get to that position again. I mean, this thing between us, it has been building since Katara and I split. That dance was just the tipping point.

Sokka rolls over onto his back so that his head is perpendicular to Aang's. "So, you're telling me that all this sexual tension has been accumulating for years and you guys just had sex the one time last night?" He continues mumbling but Aang isn't able to make out what is being said.

"Well, it wasn't just one time last night... it was more like... five times," he says sheepishly.

Sokka shoots off the bed, a bewildered look on his face, "Five fucking times, Aang?! How the holy hell did you manage to pull that off? How did you even get the energy to pull that off? I understand two times, three if you're lucky. But five?! Spirits fuck. If Suki hears that you managed to go that long, I'm never going to live that shit down!"

Aang pulls a pillow over his head, hoping to drown out Sokka's exasperated rant. After a few moments, he has calmed down and fallen back onto the bed. Both men are quiet as they stare up at the ceiling.

"Hey, where is Zuko? I haven't seen much of him this past weekend," Aang says. He does miss his old firebending teacher, but he is glad that he is absent from the current conversation. Zuko and Toph had gotten weirdly close and shared a weird sibling-type bond. Recalling details of how he took Toph last night to protective-older-brother-Zuko was not exactly something that was at the top of Aang's list.

"Eh, he's got some Firelord duties. Something about trade deals falling through because of a petty affair going on between Nobles," Sokka says with a wave of his hand.

Aang just grunts in response, glad that he at least doesn't have to face him just yet.

"Well, tell me about the weird, kinky shit you guys did," Sokka says, propping himself up on his elbow.

Taken by surprise, Aang jerks back hard enough to pop his neck, "Excuse me? What makes you think it was kinky?"

"Because it's Toph," he says as if that clears up everything.

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Hello! I am absolutely in love with Hotch and I love your writing!! I was wondering if you could write something Aaron x female reader where they are dating and in a relationship, when suddenly they are working a case where the detective in charge starts flirting with him and that drives her insane, they fight, but Hotch makes her see there is no one else and he is head over heels in love with her? Thank you!!! 😊❤️

hi! you are so sweet - yes of course you may, and you are most welcome <3

this is cute! because i’ve only ever seen hotch jealous of a detective flirting with reader. and they didn’t really fight here…… (eep i’m sorry baby, i feel like i haven’t written aaron in a bit)

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It had bothered you from the moment you and Aaron had walked into the station - Detective Wilde. Your relationship with Aaron was no secret from the rest of the team, but you both tried to keep a low profile while working cases in order to maintain professional boundaries. But watching her, Detective Wilde simper at Aaron, watching her brush herself against him every chance she got, it made your blood boil.

“What’s wrong?” Aaron asks, shutting the door of the hotel room behind you both. You had your own room, FBI policy - but since you had started dating Aaron, it was always booked in name, but left unused, “you’ve been simmering the whole day.”

You busy yourself, tossing your back onto the table, while rummaging through blindly - not looking for anything, but just to avoid looking at him.

“Sweetheart,” Aaron speaks from his position by the door, not crossing the room. You take a deep breathe, once, twice, three times, before spinning on your heel to look at him, arms crossing defensively over your chest.

“Detective Wilde,” you spit out, almost venomously and you see Aaron’s brow furrow in confusion.

“Detective Wilde?” He echos, and you roll your eyes, before throwing your hands up to the sky. He was one of the best profilers in the country, or even the world - but as a man, he was painfully oblivious.

“Please tell me you realise she’s been practically throwing herself at you for the entire day?” You ask, exasperated, and you watch Aaron’s brow furrow even further. “Aaron,” you sigh loudly, angrily, “at one point today, she basically had her breasts rubbing up against your arm.”

He blinks, once, twice, at your frankness, before rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, realisation dawning on him. The Detective had indeed gotten too close to him, but Aaron had pegged it off to a misjudgement of personal space.

He watches you stare angrily at him, your lips pressed into a tight line on your face, eyes flashing with anger, and he pushes himself off from the door he had been leaning against, crossing the room in a few easy strides.

You find his hands cupping either side of your face, his lips against yours. You fight the internal battle within you, trying not to relent, but the moment his thumb rubs against your cheekbone, you relent, your posture softening, lips moving in tandem with his, kissing him back with the same amount of fervour.

“It’s only you,” he says in between kisses against your lips, as his hands slides down from your face, to your body, circling your waist and pulling you close, and flush against his body, “it’s always only ever you.”

[mistvy]

We parted after I walked him to his truck. I showered and packed what I would need. I had some locals who would see to the stock and check on things. I did not want to drive the fifty miles back and forth either, for the entire three days I planned to stay—although, I did want to avoid the limelight as much as possible.

I had a CD in the player, my truck windows down and no excuses whatsoever to be driving through town at seven in the evening. The sun would be up for another two hours; days were long and lazy in summer. What the hell, I hadn’t exactly played my smoothest game or gotten anywhere with Casey Roark being laid back.

I reached the vineyard. There weren’t any cars out front but her Range Rover. Even as I slid my truck in the spot next to it, I didn’t have a clue as to what I was doing.

I had tried teasing, some flirting and only succeeded in embarrassing the hell out of her. I wasn't even sure she liked me outside the sex—which I knew she liked, considering… it couldn’t have been much smoother than I’d made it. I had actually, once we got to the point, thought, what the fuck am I doing? But by then, doing was not only necessary, it was my fantasy. Everyone always got to screw me, I never had the pleasure of being both tutor and first anything. I wouldn’t want to go through the nerve-wracking thing twice, honestly. Man—I had enjoyed her in every way a guy who hasn’t ever been in that position dreams of.

I shut off the engine, sat there and stared at the property. I tried to spot her. Movement in the stables had me heading that way. She was tending to her horse, and due to her short stature she was mostly hidden behind the beast.

I could see her struggling and I thought I knew what was going through her mind. I had a rep before; it didn’t take much to get one. While the women ogling me were amusing most of the time, it was not really helpful when I had wanted to have relationships. I hadn’t just wanted lays all the time, but sometimes women just turned me off when I would have liked to have that relationship, by thinking more of my abs than my real life and problems, my real character. And this was the toughest woman I’d ever tried to figure out, because she started out the one way—a virgin and not pursuing me, and it just was hard as hell to get anywhere with her. I could figure out her reasons for saying she wouldn’t date me. I just wasn’t going to not try to get to know her.

[howaboutcastiel]

The Teddy Bear (Jake Lockley x GN!Reader)

Request (paraphrased): The reader has a stuffed animal that they can’t sleep without. Embarrassed, they hide it away whenever their boyfriend, Jake, comes over. One day, despite the reader’s best efforts, Jake finds the plush toy. Fluff ensues.

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff. A bit of angst. PG-13 I’d say. Vague description of sex.

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s note: I took the liberty of making the reader gender-neutral. I hope that’s okay but I can’t really ask because it was an anonymous request. Also:

THANKS A BUNCH FOR 300 FOLLOWERS!! VALIDATION FEEDS THE TINY GREMLIN IN MY SOUL.

It had only been a month since you’d started dating Jake Lockley. Already, you felt like he was the best thing to ever happen to you. He showered you with affection every chance he got, acting as if the two of you had been together for your entire lives. Jake brought out the best in you. He treated you with love and respect and he drew out all the weirdness and vulnerability that you normally hid away behind thick protective walls.

That being said, there was one secret you couldn’t bring yourself to reveal to him. One pesky thing you felt the need to keep hidden away. It was a part of yourself that you would perhaps never let go. Hell, it was ingrained into your very being. But you were ashamed. And shame was one thing you couldn’t face from him. Not from your Jake.

Tucked in between the boring, adult-looking pillows that sat atop your full-sized bed was the source of all that turmoil. His name was Jefferson. A small, old, worn, patchy teddy bear that you had slept with nearly every night since adolescence. From the day you received little Jefferson, Christmas morning the year after you turned four years old, he occupied a permanent spot front and center on your bed. He was light brown, save for the plum-colored thread that made up his nose, with a checkered green bowtie and half-shank buttons for eyes.

Jefferson shared the bed with you every single night. He came with a baby blanket that matched the pattern of his tie, which you kept folded underneath him during the day and tucked beneath your pillow at night for good luck. It was more than just a ritual for you. You couldn’t sleep without those little shaggy arms tucked into your chest. Any night in your teens that you’d had to go without him, when you’d sleep away at a friend’s house or even in a hotel, you tossed and turned endlessly until the sun came up. Even now, well into your adult life, Jefferson never left your bed.

That is, except for when Jake Lockley came over. He’d only been to your apartment twice. Three times, if you would count only standing in the doorway to give you a cheeky kiss goodnight. You had never spent the night with Jake before; after all, a month wasn’t that long and you weren’t going to completely disregard the social norms of pacing a romantic relationship. That being said, you were getting to the point where it didn’t make sense for you to leave after a late night with Jake. It didn’t make sense for you to force him out, either.

When a make-out session on your couch had gotten particularly heated, you’d been struck in the chest by the realization that Jake would be making his way to your bedroom soon. Not that the thought of him shot any pain through your heart; it was that you knew Jefferson would be right there, staring at him as soon as he opened the door to your room.

It was silly. An adult who still slept with a stuffed animal with a blanket to match. A fully-grown person who still made the bed with their teddy bear propped up against the headboard each day. You had certainly heard the teasing before; your siblings had given you more than your fair share of grief. Even your mom had threatened to throw Jefferson out during the summer before you started high school. She insisted you were too old for toys—certainly too old to have names for them. Your childhood best friend was also averse to the idea, laughing right in your face when you brought the little bear to a sleepover sophomore year.

So when Jake was forced to pause for breath after abusing your mouth until his face turned blue, you took the opportunity to excuse yourself into your bedroom. He furrowed his brow at you, not used to seeing you flustered by him. He was a hard man to fool. A hard man to hide things from.

“I’ll just be a second, I promise.” You sang in his ear, tossing in a wink to hopefully disorient him as you swiftly dove into your room. There was no perfect hiding place; your apartment wasn’t exactly high-end. There was no ideal spot to tuck Jefferson away for the evening to come. Not wanting to take long enough to make your lovely boyfriend concerned, you settled for shoving the teddy and his little quilt to the farthest point underneath your bed. The duvet didn’t quite reach the floor, but it would have to be enough to conceal your little bedmate for as long as Jake decided to stay. Not quite satisfied, but distracted by the other cuddly man in your life, you positioned Jefferson as far from view as you could before creeping back out of your room and toward the sitting room where your boyfriend remained.

“Mi Amor,” Jake breathed a sigh as you returned to his line of sight. He drank you in like a man stranded in the desert, desperate for your touch and ravenous at the mere image of you in front of him. Still, he was a gentleman. “I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I? We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want, Mi Tesoro.”

My love. My treasure.

“No. It’s nothing like that, baby.” You cooed as you sat down on his lap, raking your fingers through his thick black curls. A ginger kiss found its way to his forehead, followed by a more lingering peck on his nose. “We can go as far as you want. I’m more than comfortable right now.”

And so you did go exactly as far as Jake Lockley wanted. You ended up exactly where you thought the two of you would be—atop your bed with nothing left but a few rogue articles of clothing strewn about the room. Both of you were drunken in love, feeling complete as your partner held you close and moaned and whimpered praises and sweet nothings. When you finally settled down, out of breath and more than satisfied with how the evening had unfolded, you figured that Jake Lockley would be as good a replacement as any to hold in your arms while your little teddy spent the night under your bed.

After about an hour, you stirred underneath Jake’s grip. Though he was the little spoon, he held you firmly in his grasp, hands wrapped around your forearms and legs folded neatly between yours. You tried to disturb him as little as possible as you wriggled yourself free from his hold. As much as you would have loved to just stay where you were, your bladder, unfortunately, had other plans. A lazy, disgruntled whine came from beside you as you sat up on the end of the bed, finding the balance to stand up.

“¿a dónde vas, cariño?” Jake rasped as you stood up from the bed. There was hardly any light in the room; you’d have to fumble your way to the bathroom door. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m just going to the bathroom.” A soft laugh broke apart your whisper. He could be so caring, it manifested itself in silly ways, including sleepy worrying. “I’ll be right back, baby. It’s okay. Just go back to sleep.”

You finally stumbled your way over to the entrance to your small en-suite bathroom. It only took you a minute or two to relieve yourself, though the lingering pull of sleep did make you move slower than normal. You blushed as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, half-dressed and disheveled from head to toe at the hands of your darling Jake. You smiled at the thought, the imagery still fresh and vivid in your mind.

That smile quickly disappeared as you opened the bathroom door. Your bedside lamp was on, revealing that Jake was sitting up, legs on the floor as he faced the wall opposite you. In his hands was an unmistakable piece of green checkered fabric, twisted delicately around his fingers. Your heart sank as he turned to the noise of the door opening.

He was holding Jefferson in his arms.

“Who’s this little guy, cariño?” His mouth was upturned into a dazed half-smile. You were sure that your face was bright red. You swallowed thickly as you approached the bed where he sat.

“He’s, umm—it’s nothing! Just a toy.” You grabbed him out of Jake’s hands, nervously tucking him underneath your arm as Jake scrunched his nose at you. Even in the dim light, there was no hiding the pink of your cheeks and the shame in your eyes.

“I think he’s cute.” He unwrapped the blanket from his fingers, re-folding it the way he had found it underneath your bed. “Why was he hidden under there? Did he fall off your bed?”

“What? No…” You couldn’t find your thoughts in your half-asleep brain. Jake seemed like he wouldn’t judge you for telling the truth; he’d just assumed that the teddy belonged on your bed anyway. You searched his face for any trace of ridicule, but all you saw were worried, soft brown eyes.

“I didn’t mean for you to find him. I was embarrassed for you to see him on my bed.”

“But why, Mi Vida?” He pulled you down into his embrace, tucking your knees around his torso as he braced your back with his open, calloused hand. “You think I would… what? Make fun of you? Think less of you?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.” You avoided his gaze, staring down at his chest as it rose and fell with his tempered breathing. “Most people think it’s kinda weird for someone my age to sleep with a teddy bear.”

Jake sighed as he dropped the blanket onto the duvet beside him. He used his now-free hand to cup your face, tipping your chin so you were looking into his eyes.

“I think it’s wonderful. It’s adorable.” He smiled sweetly, eyes crinkled in a surprisingly unpatronizing grin. “We all have things that help us get through the droll pain of adult life. I don’t think a teddy is all that weird, Mi Carazón.”

He planted a lazy kiss on your nose, snaking his hand to the side of your head. Your embarrassment was melting away by the second.

“And you act like being weird is enough to push me away.” A playful scoff left his lips. “Really? As if a stuffed bear could scare away this mess of a man.”

He pulled you forward as he let himself fall to the bed. You were careful not to put all your weight on him, turning over so that you could rest your head on his chest. He breathed a deep sigh of contentment and you could practically hear his smile. You pulled the bear out from under your arm, setting him adorably on top of Jake’s stomach.

“Now. You want to introduce me to this little guy?” He hummed into your ear as you balanced the stuffed animal on Jake’s warm, smooth skin.

“His name is Jefferson.” You pressed sheepishly into his chest. An unimaginable relief coursed through your body as Jake chuckled against you and took the bear in his hand, stroking your back soothingly with the other.

“Pleased to meet you, Jefferson. I hope you don’t mind sharing your bed with one more tonight.” He took his hand off your back for just a moment, reaching to turn the lamp off as you pulled the cover back over the both of you.

“I’d say he’s happy to share.”

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Driving the Boss  (One Shot)

Elle Fernsby takes Mercedes boss Toto Wolff for a drive 🏎💨

Mini Summary: Elle takes Mercedes boss Toto Wolff for a high-speed spin.  Published 2 May 2021. 3.6 million views. 161k likes. 457 comments. Very much based on the bottas one shh…

word count: 1.7k

tags/warnings: Toto Wolff x !driver! original character, fluff?, no smut, implied relationship 

Elle had always liked doing press. Well, not all of it, but she enjoyed the silly little videos that the F1 YouTube channels made them do. Her teammate, Lewis Hamilton, never really did them so she was always left to do them. She didn’t mind because they were always fun and the teams always had her doing crazy stupid things. One year they had sent her to Kilimanjaro, she had done the milk challenge one year, a road trip across Scotland, and ,many, many crazy driving challenges around Silverstone. This time the Sky Sports F1 channel had asked her to drive her boss, Toto Wolff, around the Silverstone track and vice versus. It was one of the typical videos that they did with most drivers and team bosses. 

They stood on the tarmac at Silverstone. Her, Toto and Ted. It was a surprisingly warm day in England. So she was just wearing her black Mercedes team polo shirt and a pair of Levi’s. She smiled as she watched Ted do the intro for the video before it was their turn. “Hi, Elle Fernsby, nice to meet you,” she introduced herself as she held her hand out to her team boss, 

“Hi, Toto Wolff,” he replied shaking her hand as a grin appeared on his lips. They always pretended it was the first time they met. It was something they always did. It was silly. But it always received a laugh from the crew. “Nice to meet you,” he added, 

“yes, just pretend you don’t know each other,” Ted joked shaking his head at the pair of them. Her and Toto had always gotten on ever since her F2 days. It made working the amount they did together, easy. 

“Am i going first?” Elle asked as they walked towards the yellow Mercedes-AMG GT R,

“yes,” Ted nodded as he threw her the keys, 

“don’t worry i only spun twice with Ted,” she grinned to Toto as she got into the drivers side, 

“really?” he asked with just slight moment of fear crossing his eyes, “you spun two times?” he asked getting into the passenger side and closing the door behind him, 

“yeah,” she laughed, “at turn two,” she added pointing to the corner in front of them as they waited for the production team to be ready for them. She could already see him questioning his choices. Obviously she could drive. She was an F1 driver. But she hadn’t spent much time racing actual cars and she liked going fast and breaking late so a few spins were inevitable. 

“Two laps, only,” Toto said as they were given the thumbs up and as Elle put her foot to the floor, “jesus,” she could hear him mutter to himself, 

“how late can i break?” she asked with a smirk as she looked over to him as they headed towards the first corner, 

“now,” Toto called, 

“no not yet,” she laughed as the car easily glided around the bend. She loved this car. She had been given one when she first signed onto Mercedes, only her’s was dark grey. She also didn’t wear a racing helmet in hers and normally Toto wasn’t sat next to her. Well, maybe a few times.

“If you shunt us off, you’ll have a serious problem with Susie,” she heard Toto say from the seat next to her, 

Elle laughed, “Susie loves me.” She really did. Which is what made everything so much worse. They weren’t as close anymore, but Susie had always been her idol. There wasn’t many female drivers growing up. Not that there was now. It had been a struggle making her way from karting through formula 4, GP3, formula three and finally to formula 1, but Susie had always supported her in anyway she could.

“Did you have some questions?” she asked with a grin still on her lips as she heard Toto swearing in Austrian under his breath. 

“I can’t read the questions,” he said as the yellow Mercedes car took another corner at top speed.  She looked over to him. He was holding onto the handle in the door, trying to steady himself in the car. She could see him grimacing behind the small smile on his face. He was wearing his typical Mercedes shirt. Sleeves rolled up, of course. She had to look away otherwise she would’ve carried on staring and they would’ve crashed. They would’ve crashed because Toto looked too good in a shirt. She shook her head. Not the time. Really not the time, Elle. She told herself. 

“Ok, night out or night in?” Toto finally asked reading the card in front of him, 

“night out,” she said after not much thought, “i am still young,” 

“Hamilton or Button?” 

“Hamilton,” she nodded her answer, 

“do you know when i won the Nürburgring 24 hr challenge?” he asked looking to her, “you know that?”

“uhhh,” she laughed awkwardly, “was it the year you crashed? i know that,” she said with a smirk,

“no,” Toto replied with a shake of his head, 

“uhh- i don’t know,” she replied with her eyes focused on the track in front of them, 

“1994,”

“oh like 50 years ago then,” she grinned. She always teased him about his age. How he was basically and old man now- especially compared to her. 

“How old were you in 1994?” 

“negative four,” she replied looking to Toto who was shaking his head, 

“i was a pretty good racing driver before you were even born then,” he replied, 

“the breaks are going,” she said as she slowed down as they came towards the pit lane, “that wasn’t that bad,” she added looking to him as the car slowed down beneath them, 

“if you say so,” the Austrian replied still shaking his head as they slowed to a stop. She took of her seatbelt looking to him. Catching his eye. 

“Now we swap?” she asked glancing from him to the production team,

“yes,” 

“seriously?” she asked getting out of the car, 

“serious,” he grinned looking to her over the car, “you shouldn’t have killed the tyres and the breaks,” he said as they got back into the car on the opposite sides. 

“My family, i love you,” Elle said waving into the camera stuck to the corner of the car, receiving a laugh from Toto. She hadn’t realised when she was driving just how many cameras they had managed to stick onto the car and how they hadn’t obstructed her view. She braced herself as the car moved out of the pit lane and onto the track. They were silent for a moment before Toto asked if the first corner was flat. He was joking. Of course.

“No,” she laughed holding onto the handle, “you’re really trying to kill me,” she said squeezing her eyes shut as they went around the first corner, “this is not fun,”

“c’mon, first question,” Toto said from beside her choosing to ignore her antics, 

“who is-“ she started before having to hold her breathe as they went round the another turn, “who is the most famous person in your phone book?” she asked, 

“Niki Lauda,” 

“where did i get my first podium?” she asked already knowing he would know the answer, 

“2020 at the Hungarian GP,” he responded, “correct?”

“of course-” She squealed as the Mercedes team boss took another corner at high speed. “Toto,” she laughed moving her arm so her hand was now firmly pressed against his bicep for support as the car took another corner. She felt Toto stiffen instantly under her touch. She didn’t mean anything by it. It was just to stop herself being thrown around the car but she knew how it would look to the outside world. She didn’t think of that before she did it. But now if she removed it would be obvious. She heard Toto chuckling beside her. “Hold on,” he laughed looking to her as she looked back to him with her lips pressed tightly into quiet smile.  She moved her hand now pressing it against the console in the middle. “Aren’t you meant to be asking me questions?” she could feel the grin on his lips as she let out another squeal.

“I’m trying,” she laughed, “Toto, right hander, right hander!” she called as the Austrian showed no intentions of breaking on time, “oh my god,” she said feeling her heart thumping in her chest. She knew Toto could drive. He had been racing before she was even born for gods sake and she was a F1 driver. But she hated not being in control. Leaving her fate in the hands of someone else. Especially with someone who was taking pleasure from seeing her squirm. 

“C’mon, questions, Elle,” Toto laughed. Elle watched as he turned to her as his arm moved over the console between them. She caught his eye just before his hand landed on her thigh - just like it had many times before. She could see his eyes widen just as he realised. They weren’t in his car. They were being filmed and in the space of a few moments they had nearly been caught twice. He quickly pretended he was adjusting the air con as she looked down to the cards in her hands. “Who is your best friend in the paddock?” she asked him, trying to draw attention away from what had just happened. It wasn’t a big deal. But it was at the same time. She knew what would be said in the outside world. She could see the headlines already. And he was married too.

“Best friend,” he muttered, repeating the question as he thought about his answer, 

“and you can’t say Susie,” Elle said showing him on the card where it had been written out, 

“Fréd Vasseur,” he finally replied, 

“England or Austria?” 

“i really have started to like England, but i am Austrian at heart,” he answered glancing to her before looking back to the road, 

“everyone you work with is British too,”

“that is true,” he agreed as she looked down to the cards realising they had answered them all,

“that’s it for the questions,” 

“we can stop with the madness now, no?”

“still got to get round the rest of the track,” she grimaced as they went round another bend, 

“you’re really not enjoying this, no?” he asked with a grin on his face as he watched her,

“no!” she laughed. Half joy, half fear. He was though. Far too much. 

[thewritersaddictions]

Blurb: Resident 8- Love Language

Karl Heisenberg

Karl's love language is Acts of Service

For Karl it's hard for him to talk or really express anything when it comes to love. He tries for your sake. He had really had, and that's when he lands on instead of saying he loves you Karl can always show you how much he truly love you. It's starts off with little things around the workshop. things that you had complained that you were out of, or were even missing in your day to day life.

Then it started to get bigger. Karl started to create things for you. Little trinkets of your favorite animals, or things that he had found around the factory that he would either gift to you or made him think of you. He even from time to time will venture out and return with countless amounts of buttercup flowers.

Karl's has a few favorite nicknames for you. Bonnie was the first nickname he called you when the two of your first met. It was a way to piss you off. Driving you over the edge because you were sure what this man was yet. It drove him crazy when you started to fall in love with the nickname Bonnie, so when Kalr started to fall for your the nickname changed to Libeling (German for Darling), a sweet endearment that Karl hadn't said in years, or frankly to anyone else around him. "Libeling can you get me that hammer over there." He said one day. It had nearly slipped out of his mouth without even thinking. "What's Libeling?" You asked a few days later. He thought for moment, an expression of doubt and worry behind the older harsh lines on his face. "Well in English it's Darling." He answered a gruffness behind his words. You couldn't help smile even if he was already walking away from the conversation. The third and the most recent he had started calling you was Buttercup. In almost every conversation instead of your name coming out it was Buttercup. "Buttercup, will you come with me to Mother Mirandas meeting today?" ... "Buttercup can you fetch me that." He'd say pointing over in a general area. You loved the feeling that he had gotten so comfortable with you he wasn't saying your name anymore.

Lady Dimitrescu

Lady Alaina Dimitrescu's love language is gift giving.

After the initial few that she might string you up and drain you of your blood, it's easier to see Alcina for the person she truly is. A wealthy women hidden behind a facade of scariness. But for the reality of who Alcina was. She was the most caring and loving person out there. That you had met at least. She loved to dress you up and give you all the things you would never be able to find out in the real world.

From a whole new wardrobe, to all the supplies you could ever need in whatever you loved to do. If iy was Art then she had all the best frame, paints, and brushes were at your disposal. If you enjoyed the master of writing then there was a typewriter in your room within the day, with lots and lots of paper to help you along the way. Anything your heart desired she was willing to give to you. Anything that money could buy her, you had.

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's had some favorite nickname for you. Some would say that the only thing that Alcina Dimitrescu would name a person would be her pet. They all saw her as the uppity personality who walked around thinking shows better than everyone else.

She did seem that way, but when she came up with nicknames for you she was drowned in love and hope. So, Alcina called you her sweetness. She may have tricked you once or twice to let her lap up the blood that came out of her small wounds from your sewing accidents. Bubba, she loved this one. She wasn't sure how it came about, but watching your cheeks get red with embarrassment as she said it in front of her three daughter made her chuckle every single time. "Bubba come sit in my lap for me." She said, her daughter surrounding her like flies. You were shy to walk over. But she was quick to hush any concern away from your face as she gave you sloppy kiss. Dragging you far away from the thoughts of her children or your embarrassment.

Ethan Winters

Ethan's love language is Physical Touch

Ethan after everything he's endure can't help but want to protect you. So for him that leans into being a physical person. He's sure to keep you in his eye no matter what's happening around him. Ethan's got some bad paranoia just based on the events that have happened to him. Regarding to anything else Ethan Winters is the sweetest and most loving man you have ever met. He's always there for you, and the two of you have no secrets. Telling each other everything, is important base for the two of you. Ethan doesn't want you to feel like you can't come to him, and you don't want Ethan to feel like he can't come to you with anything. Overall you guys are a lovesick couple who can't seem to get enough of each other. (You're the couple that everyone else around is like 'get a fucking room already')

Ethan's got a few nicknames for you. Ethan loves giving nicknames it's just a thing he does. If you guys have kids, except that he won't use their birth names unless they have gotten themselves in trouble. For you on the other hand there are a hand full of nicknames he uses during a daily basics. As always it's sweet with Ethan, in front of his coworkers, or your friends it's always "Love, can you pass me the drink menu" If you guys have to go to a work related dinner for either of you, or "You just have to tell them what happened this weekend, love!" When Ethan and you are at dinner, or even at home drinking your favorite bottle of wine the nicknames changes. "Darlin' do you mind get up and getting me another glass of wine." He'll ask you, there something about the draw of his word that makes him that much more sexy. Then there's the one that Ethan only uses when in the bedroom, when his soul focus is on you. Making you feel the great high. "You're mine right? Say it Y/n, say you're mine." It always comes out in a blur of words that he ends up spewing out. you can't help but egg him on "Yes, Yes Ethan I'm yours. Only yours."

Chris Redfield

Chris's love language is Quality Time.

Because Chris is gone for long periods of time it's hard for things to be concrete around the two of you. So, when he is home it's nothing but you had him spending time together. Cuddling, and watching movies under fur blankets he buys while out on missions. And sex, there's a lot of sex when he get's home. And honestly you hate when he leaves but love when he comes home. He acts like a savage, tearing clothes and braking things to just get to your bare skin. He leaves the best marks that take months to go away. He calls them reminds of his love for you and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Chris has a few favorite nicknames for you. He calls you tootsie when he first gets home from missions. He squeezes you tight in hugs that you can't imagine life without. Nights where you guys comes home and tear each other clothe off he calls you Hot Stuff, he drowns himself in you. And Only if he comes home with a storm cloud above his heads were he's had a partially rough couple of days, weeks, or months does he call you sweets. He just needs something to hang on to during those times and you're it for him

Donna Beneviento

Donna's love language is Acts of service.

Donna loves giving you things, or making you things. You run out of clothes that you loved or miss from the modern world. She there sewing all night to create new things out of your old clothes. You need something comforting she creating long pages of what she loves to call 'art'. She gives you little dolls that creates in your image. She get's almost every detail right, and can't help but give them to you. You're really starting to race up to heron the amount of dolls you have.

Donna has a few favorite nicknames for you. She's only got a few things she calls you. You're her honey. "Honey, would mind bringing me some thread when you come back from town?" She'll ask before kissing your temple and walking down to her room. And beautiful, as much as Donna has a hard time calling herself beautiful she love to let you know just how beautiful you are to her. Nearly every day without fail she calls you beautiful.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore's love language is physical touch.

He can't help that Miranda was so cruel to him. he yearns for the touching and for the words that are spoken between hushed breathes. He yearns for your hands to slip between his. You keep him from freaking out and going full mold. You help him in so many ways just by simply holding him down to the earth's surface. He can't help but fall in love with you overnight when kiss his forehead the first day you met him. It awakens something in him, something mother Miranda could and would never do.

You show him everything that nobody was ever willing to do. You show him the meaning behind love, and the meaning behind falling in love. He can't help but wanna be next to you all the time forever, and for you it's right where you wanna be. Because well Salvatore makes you feel like you're meant to be there.

Salvatore's grown to have a few favorite nicknames for you. At first he calls you his Angel. you have lighten up his world, let him see in 4k so much that why wouldn't you be his Angel. If he wished on a star he would have wished for you. After a few months go by the initial fears wear off, he starts to call you his starlight. You don't understand why until he explain it you. "You are the most brightest and truest thing in my life. I know that you no matter what will always be there for me. And that's why you're my starlight, Y/n." He says, his face is contorted into a half smile and half of fears rejection but it's easily pushed away from you hug and kiss him softly. He calls you puppy by year two of your relationship. "Puppy, will you comes with me to gather experiments from mother miranda today?" He asks, he's dressed and ready to go but he'll wait for you any day of the week. Or other time's it's a simple. "Puppy, I love you so much." As he nuzzle himself further into your hold. It's very endearing for both of you.

Completed on: 01/06/23

Posted on: 01/06/23

Resident Evil 8-

[anonymous-dentist]

Hey a.d I heard that you were around during the early days of the server. Would you mind if I ask you what Juanaflippa was like? All I’ve really gotten is that she’s violent like Bobby but unlike him she didn’t like animals and had parents that weren’t around much

She murdered the shit out of Philza Minecraft, causing I think only one of two or three deaths EVER on the server. She loved her parents, but she was neglected by them to the point where she tried putting herself back up for adoption I think twice. She shot animals and she was canonically in Hell between her first permadeath and her second. Tilin was her best friend. Mariana was the parent she spent the most time with. Roier was her favorite uncle. She was a vegan with a sun allergy and asthma and a horrible terrible glasses prescription. She hated her dad when he killed Tilin in front of her, but she didn’t want him to leave her like he did. She was depressed. She just wanted to have a family.

[symbioticsimplicity]

Four Guys Walk Into A Bar pt 5

This really is just gonna become a whole ass fic. We’re at 33 pgs y’all. 33 pages!

Little warning for Billy’s self talk. It’s pretty negative, and reflects opinions I don’t necessarily have about him, but I think Billy himself probably would. It’s nothing terribly graphic, but I figured I’d warn yall anyway.

Part 1!  Part 2!  Part 3!  Part 4!  AO3 link!

Tagging: @thelemonbandit @ihni @love-kurdt @thediktatortot @ghostlyjax

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It was forty-eight hours before Billy got a chance to sit the fuck down and breathe for a second.

They’d gone from hunkering down, to sharing… too much if he was honest, to finding the kids, to fighting for their lives. 

He barely remembered the fight, he’d mostly been riding on instinct, reacting to shouts of his name every so often. He’d saved Max at least twice that he knew of, Steve probably four times, and Hagan more than that. 

The only thing he really remembered was taking El’s hand at the end, the younger Byers slipping his hand into Billy’s other one. He’d felt her in his head again, but this time it felt less invasive, and more like solidarity. There had been a second presence, lighter than hers that he guessed was the Byers kid but had no time to really worry about it.

Together they’d pushed Vecna back, though he’d fought harder than even the mindflayer had. Like the cold, emptiness of dread without a source, he’d gnawed at Billy’s thoughts, tried to drag him back into the dark, even with El and Will bracing him it had nearly gotten him. Probably would have actually, if the others hadn’t linked up with them. It had been the three of them standing against a hurricane, until it wasn’t.

They’d been more faint than Will even, but he’d felt them. 

It had taken all of them, holding onto one another, funneling their strength into El, for them to over take Vecna. 

El had fainted once the deed was done, and for one horrible moment Billy had thought she’d died. She was cold to the touch, her breathing shallow, but her pulse had been strong when he and Hopper had frantically checked for it. 

Hopper and Mrs. Byers had taken her off to the hospital, Will, Jonathan, and Mike splitting off to go with them. 

That left the rest of the group, who all agreed without speaking that splitting up any further was just something they couldn’t do. So they’d all headed back to Steve’s given that his place was the only one big enough to house all of them.

Max had had her head leaned on his shoulder the entire ride, which wasn’t entirely unexpected so much as it was him still adjusting. Since he’d survived Starcourt, their relationship had improved tenfold. Like they’d gone from never being able to tell what the hell the other was saying, to speaking the same language down to the dialect. Max was a lot more similar to him than he’d ever wanted to admit, and now without the animosity in the way it was clear as day. It made his drive to protect her feel all the more intense, almost like by keeping her safe he could go back in time and give the same thing to himself. 

What surprised him more than Max though, was how Munson had wedged himself right up against Billy’s other side. He’d kept is fingers lightly wrapped around his wrist, right at his pulse point, seeming like he hardly even had to think about their proximity. 

That…was something Billy had been trying not to think about. Their proximity, or rather, how much Billy liked it. 

He’d stopped lying to himself years ago, he knew he liked men more than women (if he even liked women at all, which hindsight being 20/20 he really didn’t think he did). But that acceptance had come with the trade off of knowing he’d never let himself act on it. He’d die single before he proved his old man right about anything. 

But in the heat of the moment, under the liminal anonymity of midnight, the voice in the back of his head (the one that actually sounded like his own) had whispered that one little kiss didn’t have to prove anything to anyone. He’d already clinically died, hadn’t he? If he was going to bite it again for real, would it be so bad just to let himself be honest for one night?

But he hadn’t died, and neither had Eddie. Or Steve, or even Tommy for that matter surprisingly. They were all still here, and now they’d have to live with their choices.

Billy had bedded himself down away from the group when they’d all started settling down in Steve’s living room. No one seemed to think anything of it, though Steve had thrown him a look or two he couldn’t quite read. He thought he felt Tommy staring at him a time or two, too, but he’d always be looking away when he turned.

Munson, as usual, couldn’t be bothered to follow the status quo. He’d flopped himself down beside Billy, so close their legs were touching, snuggling himself down into the blankets before Billy could say a word.

“M’tired.” Eddie had mumbled, his big eyes blinking slowly shut, “Y’ll keep the mons’trs ‘way won’tcha, Sunshine?” 

Billy hated that nickname. Hated how it made him think about California, about days spent in the surf and sand, about the way his mother’s skin would tan under the sun, just like his own did now. It made him feel soft, and seen all at once and it was ridiculous that some guy he’d bought drugs from a handful of times before all this shit could make him feel any of that.

“Yeah.” He said instead, “Go to sleep.”

Eddie hummed, tucking himself a little closer than was wise with this many people around. But then again, after having nearly lost each other, everyone was laying a little closer than would be considered normal. 

Billy hesitated, so long his arm started to feel heavy where it was paused above Eddie’s head, so long he convinced himself to swallow the bubble of want and pleasedon’tleaveme and worst of all hope that was expanding in his chest. He lowered his hand, rather than threading it through Eddie’s hair like he’d wanted to. 

He really needed to get his shit together. 

Even if Neil wasn’t home anymore, even if he’d left them when Billy’s X-rays had started raising questions about how many old breaks he’d had that had healed poorly, how few of them were on his knuckles, even if Billy had started to believe that maybe he was gone for good… it still felt too dangerous. 

He wasn’t built to care for other people. He…wasn’t built to be cared for. He knew what he was, even if none of them had the guts to say it to his face. 

He was a killer. Had been headed that way long before the mindflayer hopped a ride in his meatsuit. It was probably why it had picked him. A guy like him didn’t have a whole lot of other prospects, not like Steve or even Eddie. Billy knew his type because he’d seen it every day in his father, had watched himself slowly break down and become just like him. Neil may never have killed anyone, but that was more to do with luck than intent. Billy knew that same rage was inside him, had let it hurt more people than he should have if he were actually worth a shit. So yeah, he’d been on the path to become a killer for years before he was forced into it. And killers didn’t deserve…this.

“Psst.” 

Billy glanced up, drawn out of his thoughts by the whisper from across the room. To his surprise he found Dustin looking back at him, out of all the kids.

His expression was serious in a way that didn’t suit him in the least. It reminded Billy of a small dog barking, maybe a miniature poodle. 

He was so distracted by that image he almost missed what the kid was mouthing to him.

‘Do it, you freakin’ dumbass.’ 

For a moment he just stared at him, not knowing what the hell he was talking about until he mimed running his hand through his hair. 

Billy went red all the way up to his hairline, turning his gaze away from the kid as if that would help. 

He shouldn’t have been surprised when Steve came and sat himself down next to them.

“The kid send you?” Billy asked quietly, mindful of Eddie snoozing away against his side.

“Yeah.” Steve said with a little smile, “Don’t worry though, not gonna badger you.”

Billy hummed appreciatively.

“Well, okay, not about that at least.” 

All gratitude dried up in an instant. 

“What, then?” Billy turned to glare at Steve. 

“Just kinda wondering.” Steve picked at nonexistent fuzz on the blanket Billy was wrapped in, “The other night…”

“Didn’t happen.” Billy cut him off, feeling his jaw work as he tried to shove back the way the words made his chest ache, “I’ll keep my mouth shut if you will.”

“That’s not--” Steve sighed, “You’ve really gotta work on not assuming the worst, man. Look, I don’t exactly know what the hell to call all that, I’m not great at…well any of this. But I don’t want to just ignore it.”

Billy chanced looking up at Steve and immediately regretted the decision. 

His brown doe eyes were so filled with sincerity, all but pleading for Billy to hear what he wasn’t saying. To make sense of what Steve himself couldn’t. 

He was barking up the wrong tree, “Well I do. Bad enough Munson won’t leave me the fuck alone now, don’t need you and Hagan getting all mooney eyed too.”

The look on Steve’s face almost made him take the words back. It was like watching a small crack spiderweb into thousands, all while the face on screen continued to smile. Steve’s hurt wasn’t as loud as Billy’s but that only made it cut deeper.

“Right.” Steve shook his head, “That’s, uh, yeah that’s fair. Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Buuuuulllllshit.” Tommy’s voice cut him off as the other brunette sat down beside Steve, “The fuck are you backpedaling for, I know you know he’s lying.”

Steve frowned at Tommy and Billy glared. He remained unaffected by either, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth casually. 

“I’m not.” Billy replied as firmly as he could manage.

“And I’m the Queen of fucking England.” Tommy rolled his eyes, “What you are is freakin’ the fuck out. Wanna know how I know?”

Billy didn’t reply but apparently he didn’t have to.

“Because I’m also freaking the fuck out. Like sure. I liked what we did, it was great, actually. Kinda want more. But without the whole ‘shit we might die tomorrow’ hanging over us, that means we’ve gotta admit that its for real. And that’s fucking terrifying.”

“Yeah.” Steve nodded even though the speech wasn’t being directed at him, “Yeah pretty much.”

“You don’t know me, Hagan.”

“No? Am I wrong then? Were you not just having a whole meltdown before Steve came over?” Tommy propped his chin on his palm, “If that’s just your resting face, that blows.”

Billy licked his teeth, trying to figure out just how pissed off everyone would get with him if he just punched Tommy. Right in his pretty little nose. 

“I’m just saying, if you can Swartzenegger your way through a herd of interdimensional monsters, kissing boys should be a lot less scary in comparison.” 

“You done?” Billy asked flatly. 

“Depends, are you?” Tommy fired right back, “Cause half of the kids are out, and Steve’s room is a lot more comfortable than the floor. And I’m not gonna carry Munson up all those stairs. Handicap privilege.” 

He wiggled his now cleaned and stitched leg. 

“C’mon Billy.” Steve said softly, biting his bottom lip, his big soft eyes working their stupid puppy dog magic, “Just for the night?”

Billy had always been a sucker for pretty boys, damn him. 

“Fine. Just for the night.”                                                               *

‘Just for the night’ turned into ‘just until we leave’, then ‘just until the nightmares calm down’, and before long they stopped making excuses altogether. 

Rare was the night Billy didn’t end up in Steve Harrington’s bed, crushed by bodies on all sides. He’d never admit it, but it was the best sleep he’d gotten in his entire life. Fuck, it was the best he’d felt in years. 

He’d gotten The Look from Max one day (the one with the squinty eyes, furrowed brows and pinched up mouth that made her look closer to his age than her own) when he’d actually laughed at one of her dumb friend’s shitty jokes. She’d taken him aside and checked him for a fever, not believing him when he said he was just having a good day. In her own words, she’d “Never seen you smile before unless someone just ate shit or something”.

Billy had been a little irritated at that, he had good days! Not since he’d known her, but still he was allowed to change! Especially with Neil out of his goddamn life, and three new… people he was close with.

And he was. Close with them. He’d been utterly floored that their odd teamwork had translated from battle and dubious childcare, straight into living comfortably alongside one another. 

It was so goddamn weird, he’d never seen people actually get along, let alone as well as they all did. He’d certainly never been a part of it. But they just made sense. They worked, like each of them were cogs in the little machine that constituted their relationship. Whatever the hell that was. 

If Billy didn’t think too hard about it, things were perfect, but of course he’d always been prone to overthinking.

“What’s up, Buttercup?” Eddie leaned over the back of the lawn chair Billy was currently lounging on.

He poked him right between his brows where a crease had started forming. 

“Hm?” Billy hummed, blinking his way out of his thoughts.

“Smelt fire, figure you were probably out here brooding.”

“I don’t brood.” 

“Totally do. Very Batman like, but as the resident bat-freak, I can’t have you swooping in on my turf.”

Eddie walked around to face Billy, almost immediately choosing to straddle his lap instead. 

Out of all of them, Eddie was the most tactile. It was like the guy would die if he wasn’t touching someone constantly. It could be something as small as linked pinkies, but he’d always be in contact with them if he could. Though, he preferred things like this, better for laying claim as he’d said when Billy had asked.

“So what’s on your mind?” Eddie pushed his hair gently out of his face, hand sliding down to cup Billy’s cheek.

“Just…” Billy bit his tongue, working it between his teeth before he could force himself to continue, “Wondering. What we are. All of us.”

Eddie didn’t seem like he’d heard for a moment, his focus trained on where his hand was stroking Billy’s face. Billy wasn’t about to repeat himself, so if he hadn’t heard him, he’d just change the subject.

“We’re boyfriends, I think.” Eddie finally answered, “All of us.”

Billy scoffed, “Doesn’t work like that.”

“Oh yeah? And why not? Cause a buncha power hungry religious assholes from back in the day said it doesn’t? They said the same shit about wanting to kiss other guys in the first place, and they were wrong about that too.” Eddie tugged lightly at Billy’s bangs, “Society is fake, Sunshine. Do what makes you happy.”

Eddie’s lips quirked up into a malicious little smile, the one that made Billy’ heart race. He knew Eddie well enough now to know he was about as dangerous as a kitten, but he sure looked like trouble and Billy had always been more than a little in love with the dark side of life.

“Or who makes you happy.” He amended.

Billy couldn’t be sure if he pushed up or if Eddie pressed down, but their lips met and his worries seemed to fade back into obscurity. It was always easier when one of them was kissing him, like the whole world just went quiet for a while.

[wastelandmoony]

Déjà Vécu: Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen : Coward

Summary: Remus finds a way to communicate. James finds a way to help a friend.

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ only!, angst, anxiety/overwhelming feelings, language, mentions of death and self harm, mentions of abuse, mentions of drinking.

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December 22nd, 1972

As the days grew closer to Winter Break, the more withdrawn Sirius became. None of them dared touch the subject of his family, though they all knew the unspoken truth of everything. Leading up to day of their departure, they all made it a point to cheer Sirius up at any cost; whether that meant James taking him out for quidditch practice more often, or her and Remus skipping their scheduled library time in lieu of listening to records in the Gryffindor Common Room. Peter found it harder than the rest, trying his best to help distract his friend. The two were like oil and water sometimes, Sirius frequently becoming annoyed with Pete over trivial things such as chess moves, quidditch rules, and (most ardently) opinions on David Bowie (Pete seemed to think he was ‘too flashy’, preferring the likes of Bob Dylan when it came to muggle music). One person that didn’t have a difficult time distracting Sirius seemed to be Mary, of whom he was beginning to spend more and more time with. Mary was sweet, funny, and absolutely gorgeous, so it only made sense that she would set her sights on one of the fittest boys in their year. She began to sit with them during meals, sandwiched between Sirius and her best friend Marlene. When the topic of quidditch came up (which it always did), Mary would sigh and set her golden-brown eyes across the table to her and Remus. The three of them talked about muggle music, books, and movies. Mary was muggle-born as well, and she immediately felt a kinship; it also helped that Mary was extremely opinionated and not afraid to vocalize it, putting Sirius in his place a few times before winter break started. She liked Mary a lot, so why was there a dull ache in her chest whenever Sirius smiled at her?

Going home for Christmas was harder than before, and she could only assume it would get worse as the years spent at Hogwarts went on. It’s not that she didn’t miss her parents, but the muggle world didn’t fascinate her anymore; there was no wonder, or mystery, or…spark. She wanted nothing more than to stay in Scotland, surrounded by the tall castle walls, vibrating with magic stretching back hundreds of years. Jealousy peaked its head in when she thought of her friends getting to go home to magical households, only to be quickly shut away as she remembered the scars Sirius had shown her on his birthday. She thought of Remus’ parents, and the cage they kept him in both metaphorically and physically. At least her parents were supportive, at least they loved her.

As they arrived at King’s Cross, she bid her friends goodbye, lingering back with Remus as he scanned the platform for his parents. She waved at the sight of her dad peaking over a family of young wizards towards the back of the crowd.

“Oh! before you go, I have something for you,” he said, a hint of excitement in his voice as he bent down to rummage through his bag.

“Remus,” her tone was one of faux disappointment, “you really shouldn’t have gotten me anything, I don’t need—“

He thrust a small book into her hands, smiling shyly at her. 

She ran her fingers over the smooth leather cover, flipping it open to reveal its heavyweight cream colored pages. 

“A sketchbook,” she breathed, “Oh Remus, it’s wonderful! Thank you!”

“It’s not just any sketchbook, watch,” he said, pulling out his wand. He tapped a page twice, and the inked words started to appear.

If you ever need me, I’m always within reach. - RL

She looked up at him, mouth hanging open in shock.

“Just write something, and tap twice with your wand,” he held up an identical book, “I’ll get it on my end.”

Her eyes started to fill with tears and she pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, “This is amazing, this is the best gift anyone has ever given me,” she whispered, face buried into the side of his neck.

“It’s just a modified Aparecium charm and—“

“—shut up. It’s perfect,” she cut him off, refusing to allow him to undermine his own genius.

They lingered in the embrace, until Remus caught sight of his parents on the platform. 

“I’ve gotta go—“ he whispered, and she didn’t need to look up to know they were watching. Swallowing the sinking feeling in her stomach, she pushed the need to ask what Remus was so afraid of into the back of her mind. Releasing him, she glanced down at the sketchbook and smiled, “You don’t have an excuse to not write me this time, Remus Lupin.”

———

For the first time in two years, Remus wrote her almost every day. The sketchbook was practically glued to her person, scribbling down responses frantically and giggling softly to hide the correspondence. The constant contact made the Hogwarts-sized hole in her heart a little smaller. 

Maybe she was delusional, or just going mad, but it almost seemed like Remus was opening up more through their new mode of communication. Never one for heartfelt talks, or expressing his emotions openly in general, Remus tended to keep a lot hidden, something she had (for the most part) grown used to. The sketchbook had created a proverbial security blanket, allowing him to feel comfortable enough to begin to share bits and pieces of insight into his mysterious home-life. His mom was sick, something he confided in her on Christmas Day. The doctors weren’t sure what it was, but she had good days and bad.

Christmas was bad. Remus didn’t respond until the following afternoon. 

He said that another doctor came to the house and gave her some medicine to help her sleep, and his dad had left shortly afterwards in a state of anger, something Remus was relieved about. When pressed further, Remus wrote back about how his mother (who she now knew as Hope) was refusing magical intervention, and would only allow muggle doctors into the house. Ever since his accident when he was little, Remus said she had become wary of magic. 

The admission brought her closer to him, hoping that maybe now they would be able to communicate more effectively in the future and avoid any silent standoffs like before. 

In addition to Remus, she also wrote letters to the other three. She only ever heard back from two. 

———

The steam from the engine was making her eyes water as she hung out of the compartment window. Remus, James, and Peter sat behind her, talking amongst themselves as she searched the emptying platform for the final member of the party. A glimpse of black hair caught her peripheral, snapping her head to see Regulus stepping onto the train. Off to the side, was Walburga, arms crossed and lips in her trademark scowl as she watched her youngest son board the Hogwarts Express. 

Sirius was nowhere to be seen.

She quickly pushed back through the window, stepping over Remus’ long legs to scamper out into the corridor.

“Oi!” James called, leaping up to peer out after her.

She pushed through the students lingering outside of the other corridors, looking for the younger Black brother. She didn’t get far before he emerged from the other car, shouldering past her without so much as a glance.

“Reg!” She called, spinning quickly towards him, “Where’s Sirius?” 

Regulus turned around slowly, his grey eyes dissecting her, “He’ll be late.”

What the fuck did that mean? The train left in 2 minutes. 

He turned back around, head cocking over his shoulder as he started walking away, “…and don’t ever presume to speak to me again, mudblood.” 

She felt the blood leave her face. If she wasn’t so concerned for Sirius, she might’ve said something, but instead headed back towards her compartment, pale and anxious. 

———

The train ride to Hogwarts was weird. James didn’t know what to do with himself without his best friend to conspire with. Remus was quietly reading for the majority of the ride, only pausing to speak with the others about new developments in the war when James brought it up. 

That’s what they were calling it now: a war.

James told them about the secret meetings being held at his house over the break, the coming and going of powerful wizards including Dumbledore himself. Voldemort was gaining power, apparently amassing more and more followers by the day. Beside her on the bench, Peter shuddered.

“Alright?” She nudged him gently.

He offered a sheepish smile, “Yeah, sorry. Things have been…difficult at home. Mum’s getting called out at all hours of the night, Dad comes home from work so exhausted every day that he’s like a walking corpse. It’s just…scary to hear about everything…”

She passed him her last chocolate frog, a small gesture that she knew couldn’t make up for the fear and anxiety, but it was all she could offer at the moment. 

The carriage ride to the castle consisted of James and Peter’s frantic quidditch analysis, with her and Remus both staring out the rainy window in silence. Once inside the Great Hall, they diverged, forced to separate to their respective house tables. She craned her neck from the opposite side of the hall, trying to see her friends from two tables over. Remus caught her eye, staring back sadly as she noticed the empty seat beside James. 

———

Mollitiam, Remus wrote the Gryffindor password into the sketchbook later that night. She had it open next to her pillow, waiting to hear any word about Sirius. It was the first thing Remus sent after getting back to the common room, he’s not here. Curtains drawn tight, silencing charm cast, she buried into the quilt and cried as the images of his scarred body flashed through her mind. 

That night, she dreamt of Regulus. His silver eyes boring holes into her skull as he hurled curse after curse towards her. Bracing for pain, she felt nothing but the heat of the passing blasts. Looking up, Reg was smirking. From behind, she heard whimpering. 

Slowly, she turned, only to find Sirius laying on the cold stone, surrounded in a pool of his own blood. 

She woke up yelling a name, but unable to remembers who’s. Great heaving breaths tried to calm the still-firing nerves buzzing throughout her body. She looked around her bed, taking note of the small crack of sunlight coming through the part in the curtains; it must be just past dawn. The sketchbook brought back the memories of last night, and she quickly picked it up to read the small message scrawled in the top corner: He’s here. 

She’d never run that fast in her life. Lungs burning, and legs shaking, she yelled the password to the Fat Lady and clambered through the portrait hole to find James, Remus, and Peter in the common room by the fire. 

“Where is he?” She exhaled.

Remus stood up, placing his book down on the table, “Sleeping. He didn’t get in ’til before dawn.”

She looked up at the staircase that led to the boy’s dormitory, “How is he? Did any of you speak to him?”

By the fireplace, James looked solemn. Remus glanced over at him briefly, “He’s—he’s alright. Didn’t seem to want to talk much…” 

There was something else that happened, she could tell by his tone. She was willing to bet Sirius had another outburst at one of their misfortunes. 

She sighed, turning and beginning to jog up the stairs before Remus grabbed her wrist, spinning her to face him.

“Where’re you going? I said he doesn’t want to talk to anyone,” His face was full of concern and exhaustion. 

“I know, and I don’t care,” she smiled sweetly at her friend, pulling her wrist free to continue upstairs. Remus didn’t try and stop her again. 

The door to the dormitory creaked open as she crept inside. Sirius’ bed was the only one with the curtains drawn, and she quietly made her way over, pausing at his bedside table.

“Sirius?” She whispered to the velvet.

“Go away…” a muffled voice came from inside.

“Please, let me in. We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” She stood there and stared at the little gold stars on the curtains, listening as soft grumbling came from just beyond the fabric. 

The curtains parted slightly, a silent invitation for her to climb inside his refuge. She sat at the end of the bed, staring at Sirius in the dark. Even in the almost non-existent light, she could see the distinct blue shining back at her. 

“I was worried about you,” she whispered as he crossed his arms like a petulant child. 

“I’m fine,” he grunted. 

She cast him a glare, hoping he could sense her annoyance at his tone through the dark. 

“You know I don’t believe that for a moment, Sirius.”

He shrunk down to lay back against the headboard, “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“I spoke to Reg.”

Sirius shot back up, eyes hard as he stared back. They were silent for a minute, until he finally spoke up, voice quieter but still lined with a soft anger, “…and what did that little monster say?”

“When you didn’t show up to the platform I asked him where you were. He said you’d ‘be late’—“ She purposefully omitted the statement that followed, she hadn’t even told the other boys about what Regulus had called her on the train. As much as Sirius talked about hating his family, she knew that didn’t include Reggie, even though he’d never admit it. She’d seen the pain behind his eyes too many times as his little brother ignored him in the corridors.

Sirius let out a dark laugh, “Well? He wasn’t wrong, was he?”

“…the implication was there, Siri. What happened?”

She stared back at him, straightening her spine and refusing to let him deflect. He met her eyes, and she watched them glaze over after a moment. 

“I didn’t think I’d be coming back,” he whispered, voice soft and sprinkled with the leftover remnants of fear, “She intercepted one of James’ letters at the beginning of break, and my owl privileges were taken away, something about preventing me from speaking with ‘blood traitors’ or whatever,” he scoffed, looking down at his hands which were twisting the scarlet sheets tightly, “A few days later, she caught one of yours.”

Her throat constricted as her blood ran cold.

“She doesn’t know your name, only your face from that one run-in in Diagon Alley. When she asked who you were, I lied, said your last name was Addams and you were helping me with a Potions assignment. Reggie—my darling brother—told her the truth. He’s always so eager to please our dear Mummy. She said yours wasn’t a last name she knew, which is just code for ‘nothing worthy of recognition’. I guess she looked up your records, because the next thing I knew, I was being dragged to my father’s study.”

The slimy tendrils of guilt crept their way up her esophagus, clogging her airway as she struggled to take shallow breaths. Sirius didn’t look at her, just continued to stare at his fidgeting hands, hair a dark curtain over his pale face.

“Dad said he was disappointed in me, which is nothing new,” he let out a humorless laugh, “but then he started going on about muggleborns, and how they’re dangerous, how ‘a son of the Noble House of Black shouldn’t be associating with such filth’.”

His tone changed, voice growing smaller, meeker, and she watched as he curled into himself.

“Then my mom came in, she always does his dirty work…” 

His fingers absent-mindedly twitched towards the hem of his shirt, and she wanted to scream. 

Crawling carefully towards him, she unwrapped his hand from the sheets and squeezed it. He leaned back against the headboard again, and she filled in the space beside him. 

“…she said they were looking into ‘other educational institutions’ for me, ones that didn’t ‘pander to muggle sympathizer agendas’. They said if I didn’t shape up and start…honoring the family name, that I’d be sent away. They forbade me from taking the train in, didn’t say a word about if I was even allowed back, not until this morning…” In the absence of sheets, he played with her fingers, voice quiet and tired. 

She didn’t know what to say. I mean…she did. She wanted to tell him that his family was batshit insane, that they were horrible bigots who lived in a delusional world full of hatred and false notions of purity. But at the end of the day—Sirius already knew all of that. What would it help?

So instead of speaking, she laid with him in silence while he ran a finger over her palm, tracing imaginary patterns along the lifelines. She watched as his eyelids became heavy and his breathing evened out before speaking again.

“Siri?” 

He hummed, not able to open his eyes fully.

“I’m going to go to class, okay?”

Sirius gripped her hand, a desperate movement that brought tears to her eyes.

“…stay. Please…” he whispered.

The strain of his voice had her body going numb; the loud, obnoxious, overly confident boy she knew was long gone at that moment. It was devastating. 

“Of course,” She nodded, laying back down as his body visibly relaxed; within seconds, he was asleep.

She brushed his hair out of his face, watching how his eyes fluttered in his sleep, “…you’re safe now, Siri.”

———

June 11th, 1973

As the castle grounds thawed, so did Sirius’ attitude towards his parents threats. He leaned further into pranks, doubling down on his assault of the entirety of the Slytherin House, including his brother. The only thing stronger than his desire to disappoint his parents even further, was her and Remus’ determination to have them all pass their end of year exams. Peter was so tightly wound that he could barely function, consistently forgetting everything and mumbling to himself throughout the day. She tried her best to tutor him in anything he asked, holing up in the library for hours at a time and quizzing him on everything from Astronomy to Potions. With only a few more cram sessions until exams, Peter was practically tearing his hair out as they went over the properties of Fluxweed for the umpteenth time.

“—all you have to do is remember at least five uses!” She gave him an encouraging smile, trying to calm down the currently red-faced boy sitting across from her.

“I can barely name three! There’s no way I’m going to pass Herbology,“ Pete groaned, burying his head into his folded arms on the table, “Mum’s gonna kill me.”

She sighed, “Okay, what if we take a break and switch to—“

A crumped ball of paper struck the side of her head. Reaching down to pick it up off the floor, she unfolded what was clearly a page from the Daily Prophet:

MUGGLE FAMILY ATTACKED IN CROYDON!

James had kept them all informed about any news regarding the war; his parents wrote him daily and provided any updates they could. Attacks on muggles and muggleborns had become too frequent, and she tried her best to not show the effect it was having on her psyche. According to James, the ministry wasn’t naming suspects, but the general consensus was that Voldemort supporters (now coined as Death Eaters apparently) were behind it. Mr. Potter told his son that they were ‘monitoring’ a few individuals, but refused to give up any surnames, much to James’ dismay. 

“Psst!” 

She glanced over her shoulder to see a table of Slytherin’s directly behind them, smirking over torn pages of newspaper. 

The dark haired boy nearest her leaned forward, “Isn’t your family from London too, mudblood?” 

The table erupted into laughter. She tensed at the thought of her parents, gripping her quill so hard it was in danger of snapping. Across from her, Pete was staring daggers at them, mouth set in a hard line.

“Maybe they’ll be next Barty!” Mulciber clapped his friend on the back, shooting her a wink.

Beside him, a dirty-blonde boy crumpled up another piece of paper and levitated it with his wand, shooting it over towards her head again. Pete flicked it away quickly before it could invade their space. The Slytherin boy tore another page off the newspaper, balling it up in annoyance and launching it faster this time. Pete waved it away effortlessly with his wand. Before she could even register it, the boy stood up with an ink pot in his fist, throwing it with gusto across the aisle. 

Pete leapt up with his wand trained on the glass jar, “Immobulus!”

The ink pot froze in mid-air just inches from her head, Peter grabbed it, setting it down safely onto the table. She exhaled the breath she had been holding, as Peter pointed his wand directly at the other boy.

“Expelliarmus!” He called, the Slytherin’s wand launching out of his fist and across the aisle. Pete snatched it, giving the other boy a brief glare as he turned and threw it across the library. 

Mulciber rose from the table, “You stupid, fuckin—“ 

Before he could push his chair back, she grabbed Pete’s arm and pulled him towards the door, rushing out into the corridor and back towards Gryffindor Tower.

They paused to catch their breath on one of the moving staircases.

“I’m sorry,” Peter huffed, hands on his knees, “I didn’t mean to—I just heard what he called you and—I can go get McGonagall and tell her—“

“Pete!” She grabbed his shoulders, “That was—“

“Irresponsible? Stupid? Reckless? Yeah I know—“ Through deep breaths, he was looking down at this feet, shame growing visible on his face.

“I mean…yes, but it was also incredibly brave.”

Pete looked up, a smile creeping upwards as the Fat Lady granted them entrance.

“Thank you, you’re a good friend,” she hugged him tightly, his body tensing in her arms for a brief second until relaxing entirely. 

“I also think it’s worth mentioning,” she released him from the embrace, “Both of those spells are definitely going to be on our final exams, and you executed them perfectly!”

The two of them walked into the common room, Peter blushing immensely.

“I think you just need to relax, you’ll do just fine—“ 

“—Great! Just the two we were looking for!” James stood in the center of the common room, excitement radiating from his entire body. Beside him, Sirius was perched on the couch with a large book in his lap, grinning broadly as they approached.

“…and why’s that?” She returned a skeptical look, eyes volleying between the two giddy boys. 

James nodded towards the dormitory, “I think we should speak about it somewhere less…out in the open.”

That didn’t help ease her suspicions in the slightest capacity.

 James led them all upstairs, Sirius launching himself onto his bed in a dramatic fashion as she sat on the of Remus’ vacant one.

“Where’s Lupin?” Pete asked, eyeing the bedside table of their missing friend.

“Detention,” Sirius smirked.

“For what?” She leaned over to sift through the collection of books on his nightstand, stealing a banged up copy of Animal Farm.

“Got caught putting time-released dung bombs under the benches of the Sytherin Table in the Great Hall.”

She raised a disapproving eyebrow, “I’m assuming that was your brilliant idea, so why aren’t you with him?”

Sirius shrugged, “McGonagall separated us. He’s got Friday, I’ve got Wednesday, James has Monday.”

She rolled her eyes, focusing back on James who was leaning against his bedpost. 

“Right, so, speaking of Remus, we are all aware of his little…affliction,” he began to explain, “Well, we’ve been thinking of ways to help him and I think we’ve finally figured it out.”

She shook her head, letting out a frustrated sigh, “There’s no cure for lycanthropy, James, trust me I’ve tried looking up a million different remedies and experimental treatments—”

“Yes, but that’s because you were too preoccupied on curing him, we're just talking about easing the symptoms,” Sirius sat up higher on his bed. 

Her heart began to pick up speed, “What do you mean?”

“Werewolves are only a real danger to humans…not to other animals,” James started, “So we’re…uh—“

“—we’re going to become animagi and keep Lupin company during his transformations,” Sirius finished for him.

She stared between them blankly for a few seconds, “Okay, one question: ARE YOU COMPLETELY MAD?!” 

Sirius smiled, James pushed off the bedpost and held up his hands in defense, “I know, I know, it’s…a lot, but we’ve looked into the process and it seems do-able. We would be able to keep Remus occupied while in wolf form so he might not hurt himself anymore!”

“James, the ritual to become an animagi is extremely difficult and dangerous if not done properly. I know you said you’ve looked into it, but have you considered the risks?” 

He nodded absolutely, “Me and Sirius want to do it, we need to do it to help Remus. I can’t imagine waking up one morning to hear from Madam Pomfrey that he’s clawed his entire face off…”

She shuddered at the thought, thinking back to the morning Remus stared helplessly at the scar etched across his face in the bright, sterilized light of the hospital wing. 

“So, are you in?” Sirius interrupted her thoughts, staring intently from across the room.

Peter seemed hesitant at first, but eventually began to nod silently once he saw James’ smile. 

“When do you plan on doing it?” She muttered, a million thoughts ricocheting around her head.

“This summer,” James announced.

She looked between her three friends, admiring their loyalty but fearing their ambition, “…let me think about it.”

———

June 19th, 1973

Sirius had called her a coward. 

After a long deliberation, and countless hours pouring over potion books and texts regarding animagi processes, she had ultimately decided to not pursue it alongside her friends. She loved Remus with her entire being, but when she read and reread the stories documented about rituals gone wrong, all she could think about was her family; she couldn’t put them through that. 

James took the decision well, only asking that she promised not to tell a living soul about their plans, and to try and keep Remus distracted so he wouldn’t find out until it was completed. He knew that their friend wouldn’t approve of the rest of them doing something so dangerous, even it was to help him. Peter, being as easy-going as he was, didn’t care in the slightest. He understood her apprehension, and admitted to even considering backing out initially as well (something he disclosed to her privately, not daring to say it in front of the other two). 

She caught Sirius and James leaving the quidditch pitch the week before school let out, the two boys getting in some final drills on the field before summer break. The animagi plan had been the only thing on her mind besides exams, weighing the risks and rewards over and over again in-between revising. 

“I’ve thought it over,” she double-checked over her shoulder to make sure no one was around as they sat in the empty stands, “I’m not going to do the ritual with you guys.”

“Why?” She could immediately feel the anger radiated off of Sirius.

James’ smile fell slightly, a little crease forming in-between his brows, “Are you sure? I promise, we’ll be as safe and by-the-book as possible—“

“James,” she held up a gentle hand, “I’m positive. I can’t risk it going wrong, I can’t put my family in that position, having to live with some sort of half human…half…creature daughter.” 

James looked like he was holding back, he did that a lot, something she had begun to notice little by little; but instead of letting his thoughts flow freely, he gave a single definitive nod. 

Sirius was standing behind him, silent and brooding as his eyes threatened to burn a hole in her skull.

She met the intensity head-on, connecting their gazes into an unbroken line of tension.

“What’re you so afraid of?” Sirius mumbled. 

She raised her eyebrows, a mixture of caution and wondering if he had even researched this ritual at all. “I mean, we can start with risk of becoming a permanent human-animal hybrid—“

“—It’s for Moony though,” His voice became colder as his eyes narrowed.

“Who?” Too annoyed at Sirius’ attitude, she didn’t have the brain power to follow along.

“Remus,” James chimed in, trying to diffuse the tension, “It’s his nickname we’ve been using since we found out about his…problem.”

Her eyes shot to James, “…a little morbid, don’t you think?”

He shrugged.

“He doesn’t care, he seems to like it. You don’t know him like we do,” Sirius jabbed. 

It felt like she had been punched; the insecurities from first year floating back to the surface.

She wasn’t one of them, she never would be. They were her best friends, but she wasn’t theirs.

“Fuck you, Black,” she sneered, turning to leave. The desire to get away from them both was overwhelming. 

Storming out from below the quidditch stands, James called after her. 

Sirius called her a coward.