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One-Sided

Brief Description: The pains of being in love with your friend are bad, but the pains of said friend not liking you back are worse.

Point of View: 1st person

Word Count: 2155

Character: Sirius Black x Reader

House: Gryffindor

Year: Sixth Year

Prompt:

Sitting in the surprisingly empty common room, I stared at the textbook sitting on my lap. At one point it felt like I was going cross eyed from how long I was staring at the properties of whatever kind of ingredients for whatever kind of potion we were going to be making in class next week.

At this point in my studying I didn't even know what I was reading, just hoping that someone would appear out of thin air and save me from this painful reading.

"That was so incredibly stupid of you lot," a familiar voice growls from the portrait hole.

My eyes finally leave the textbook on my lap for the first time in what felt like days to see what Remus was talking about.

Remus, who was the one snapping at the rest of the Marauders walks over to me and collapses on the floor right in front of my feet. I watch as the other Marauders climb through the portrait hole - my eyes lingering a bit too long on one of the boys - before I glance back down at Remus.

"Why are you on the floor, Moony?" I ask inquisitively, shoving my textbook into my bookbag as my prayers for a distraction have finally been answered.

Remus looks up at me, giving me a lazy grin before he rolls onto his stomach and rests his head on his arms.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Sirius saunters over, smirking over at me. "What's a beautiful lady such as yourself sitting along in the common room for, L/n?"

"Studying, Black," I answer, grinning up at him. "I don't suppose you know what that means."

Sirius tosses his head back and laughs, playfully kicking my shin as he sits down next to me and throws his arm over my shoulder, bringing me close to his body. My face heats up at the contact, I can see Remus, James, and Peter smirking at me. They all know about my feelings for Sirius, apparently my feelings for Sirius can be spotted from a mile away, according to the other three Marauders.

"This is why I like you, Y/n," he announces, his words causing my heart to do backflips. "You have a witty response for everything."

"Mhm," I hum in response, glaring at the rest of the Marauders as they smirk knowingly over at Sirius and I.

"So can I ask what you lot were doing that had Remus calling you stupid?" I question, wriggling myself out of Sirius's grasp, knowing that my face would only get redder if he held me like that longer.

"I didn't say they were stupid," Remus corrects me, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest, looking disapprovingly at the others. "I said what they did was stupid."

Around me, Peter, James, and Sirius snicker, clearly thinking about what they had done to get Remus so upset with them.

"Then what did they do?" I ask, exaggerating my annoyance with Remus correcting me.

Remus grins at your annoyance, pushing himself up from his position on the floor to sit up and say, "I think that's private information, Y/n. I'm afraid I'll have to keep that to myself."

I roll my eyes at Remus's secrecy, grumbling, "Dick," under my breath as I cross my arms and lean back against the couch.

In response to my obvious annoyance, Remus throws his head back and laughs; the others join in with their own chuckles. Sirius slings his arms over my shoulders again, pulling my body to press against his side.

"Ah, don't be like that, love," he mutters, her voice full of amusement. "Moony is just playing with you. No need to get all cranky."

Trying to stop the blush from rising to my cheeks and calling me out, I attempt to push myself out of Sirius's hold, mumbling, "Don't treat me like a child, Pads, I have a reputation to uphold."

Sirius just laughs at my resistance and words, his arms around me tightening and pulling me closer. "You're so cute, L/n, you know that?"

My resistance to Sirius's embrace falls as I hide my face against his chest so that none of the Marauders see just how red my cheeks are.

"Fuck you," I respond.

Sirius just laughs again, pressing a kiss to my hairline.

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"L/n!" a voice calls my name as I study at one of the tables hidden in a corner in the library.

I lift my head, immediately rolling my eyes as I spot Sirius - and Madam Pince sending him a nasty glare.

"Keep quiet!" I demand with a hiss, moving over to make room from Sirius at the table. "Are you trying to get me kicked out of here or something?

Sirius plops down in the seat beside me, smirking over at me as I snap at him. He leans back in the chair, an arm thrown over the back of it as he gives me one of his sexy half-grins.

"I only came here for one thing, and one thing only, Y/n," he informs me.

Deciding to humour him (and set aside my book for the meantime) I ask, "And what's that, Black?"

Sirius throws a red piece of cloth on the table; I hadn't realized he was holding anything until now.

"What's that?" I ask, nodding my head towards the material.

"My jersey," Sirius answers, pride evident in his voice as he tilts his grin turns haughty.

One of my eyebrows raise in confusion, I look at Sirius in question. "Okay...?" I reply slowly, hoping he gives me more of an explanation for why he just tossed his Quidditch jersey onto the table in front of us.

"I need you to wear that on Saturday," Sirius informs me, pushing the jersey towards me.

My eyes widen at his request - or demand, however you take it - and an unwanted shade of red invades my cheeks.

"Wh-what? Why?" I ask, cursing myself internally as I stutter to ask him a simple question.

Whenever I have a girl wear my jersey to one of my Quidditch matches, I always play better," Sirius explains, nudging his jersey closer to me again. "I thought of you on the stands in every game I play - which I thank you for, love - and I thought 'Hey, why not get Y/n to wear your jersey?' ya know? I think it would be perfect." He pauses for a moment before adding with a cheeky wink, "And you'll look good while wearing it."

My cheeks heat up further to the point where I feel like I'm practically glowing red.

"Geez, Siri, I don't know," I mumble, looking down at the book I was reading to hide my red cheeks. "Don't you want one of your little girlfriends to wear it instead?" I retort, my voice showing just how obviously jealous I was of every girl that Sirius sleeps with.

If Sirius saw (or heard) my jealous, he didn't show that he did.

"Oh, come on, Y/n/n, I want you to wear it. Pleaseeeee?" he begs, giving me his best puppy dog eyes, which he knows I can't say no to.

I'm torn, genuinely torn. Do I wear Sirius's jersey, make him happy, and have my heart beat furiously against my chest for the whole match because I'm wearing Sirius's jersey? Or do I not wear it, disappoint Sirius, and watch him give it to some other girl and have jealousy pool in my stomach for the whole match?

I know that I'm leaning towards 'wear the jersey' but if I do I'm just feeding into my delusions that Sirius likes me back? Am I the first one he came to? Does he want me to wear it because he wants to see me wear his jersey? Or does he just want a girl to wear it and everyone else he asked said no?

Sighing, I finally answer him, "Okay. I'll wear it."

A large smile breaks across Sirius's face and he throws his arms around me, bringing me into an embrace.

Red blooms across my face, I'm thankful that my face is pressed against his shoulder so he can't see just how red I am just from him hugging me.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he chants, bubbling with joy.

"Yeah, yeah," I reply, trying to downplay it, because truthfully, I don't understand why he's so excited for me to wear his jersey. "It's nothing, Sirius. It's just a jersey."

"But it's my jersey," Sirius replies, releasing me from his grasp. "And you're wearing it."

I roll my eyes playfully at him, unable to hide my grin as I do so. I grab the jersey form the table in front of me, holding it close to my chest as I look over at Sirius and ask, "Anything else you need, Black?"

With a smirk, Sirius answers, "No, I think I got everything. Thank you, love."

"Mhm," I hum, looking back down at my book. My hair falls in front of my face, hiding my red cheeks from Sirius. "See you around then."

"See you around," Sirius echos, standing up from the chair. He playfully ruffles my hair before walking away.

When he disappears around the corner I straighten my hair before I look down at the jersey in my arms, those same mixed emotions swirling in my chest.

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"I don't know why I agreed to do this," I grumble, watching the figures of red and blue fly across the Quittich pitch.

"What are you talking about?" Remus asks at my side, looking away from the players and over to me. "You love Quidditch; you literally watch every game, even in Gryffindor isn't one of the teams competing."

I sigh, looking down at Sirius's jersey that envelopes my body.

"I meant wearing Sirius's jersey," I mumble, glancing over at Remus before looking back to the players.

Remus's attention is still on me, his eyes burn a hole in the side of my head as he stares at me. It kinda feels like he's trying to read my mind, to understand why I was so upset about wearing someone's jersey, especially if it's someone I like.

"And that's a bad things because...?"

"Because, Remus, it-it just makes me feel like-like he likes me," I admit, cringing at my own words. "And I know he doesn't like me, so I'm just feeding my own delusions that he wanted me to wear his jersey because he likes me."

Remus doesn't say anything, which I thank him for because I'm currently so goddamn embarrassed by my own admittance.

I try to refocus back on the game, but everything on my mind weighs down the joy of our eventual win against Ravenclaw.

"I think I'm gonna go back to my dorm," I inform Remus as the crowd stands up to cheer for Gryffindor. "I'm tired."

"Aren't you going to come to the party?" Remus asks me, the victorious smile on his face disappearing as he hears my words. Concern takes over his face, his eyebrows knitted together as he tries to dig deeper and find out if there's something more going on. "We always have a party when we win. Don't you want to celebrate with the rest of us?"

"Not tonight, Rem," I mumble, taking a few steps towards the stairs to get me down the stands. "I'm tired. I just want to go to sleep. Besides, there's parties every damn week in Gryffindor tower, I'll go next time. Tell James and Sirius 'congrats' for me, alright?"

"Yeah," Remus replies, looking down at the huddle of red on the field as they celebrate their win. "I will."

"Thanks, Rem. Have fun at the party."

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Sirius's POV

Looking up at the crowd that herds towards the team and I to congratulate us on our win, I look around for Y/n. I spot Remus, expecting Y/n to be right behind him, but when I don't see her my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Where's Y/n?" I ask him, when he gets close enough that I don't have to shout for him to hear me.

"She went back to her dorm," Remus answers. "Some bullshit excuse about being tired."

James walks over to the two of us, his own confusion showing on his face as hears Remus.

"Do you have any idea why she actually went back?" James questions.

Remus stares at James for a long moment, looking like he was trying to explain with his eyes but after a long moment just shrugs.

"I'm sure she'll be fine tomorrow morning," he says. "Let's just go enjoy the party, yeah?"

"Yeah, okay," I mutters, looking down at my feet in disappointment.

Usually after every game, whether we won or lost, Y/n would greet me with a smile and hug, and everything felt wrong without it.

part II up now!

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bucknastysbabe · 2 months

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criston cole in a greens win au really is the kingmaker if he’s cucking aegon. slapped a crown on the king and now he’s making bastard kids to go on the throne. u go king.

Now I must write a blurb hnghhhh cuckingggg this is prob ass bc I’m sick rotting in bed with flubonic plague but OH WELL

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Dayne!reader, greens win AU, Criston is dark and manipulative, Aegon sad sacking around the place, cukolding, exhibitionism, breeding kink, crispy creme pie, infidelity, v!fingering, oral (m!receiving), pnv!sex, no beta I die like Ned stark, jealousy, one-sided-ish

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Do Your Job - C.Cole

Criston stopped caring long ago, pulling himself out of the layered filth of blood, gore, and dirt. Bodies of his men. The butcher’s ball they called it. Criston made sure that the Winter’s Wolves, Benjicot Blackwood, and Roddy the Ruin got a nice death by dragon. After some torture.

He saw through with that, as the Hand of the King and Lord Commander of the Kingsguard Criston had to attend to such matters. Such as what to do with Rhaenyra’s last child. Or the fucking mess that was Aegon. Aemond was still lurking around Harrenhal— said to return when his child was born. Aegon meanwhile, made Criston’s blood boil. Alicent was a maddened gnat in his ear.

Aegon had been recently remarried to a Dayne of Starfall, seeking out the ashen hair and Valyrian eyes of the Dornish house. She was gorgeous, eager to please, and could suck Criston’s prick under his desk for hours. The adorable queen had trouble with Aegon— considering the man was a bag of shattered bones and burns. The maesters had been attending to the two’s fertility plan.

She was not hard to woo, seeking Cole’s comforts as Aegon still wanted to hoard playthings and whores, uncaring much of his wife at the moment. He bedded her regularly— but they had to be careful with his bad leg and hip. Criston’s little star, beautiful as one, was the shiniest thing in the dreary keep by far. But horribly lonely, so he’d been keeping an eye, asking the Queen to help him with letters and tasks of the realm.

It wasn’t long before she was in his lap crying about how terrible the Red Keep was. Criston had his proverbial claws sunk deep into her by then. He meant his words of praise, how special his star was, and meant doubly on how much he too hated the Keep. Criston’s fingers crawled up her dress as he cooed, bringing the girl to likely her first orgasm since arriving.

They sat together in the Hand’s foyer, Ser Cole writing a letter to some raucous lordling. He ran a hand through his hair and sat back, dark eyes meeting a strange indigo of sorts. “Have there been any advancements with the maesters and your womb?” She shook her head, blush dusting her cheeks.

“Go on, what’s the issue my star?”

She leaned over the table to grip his hands, pleading in her body language. “Do not grow wroth when I tell you this okay?” Criston nodded, there was no chance he would not be pissed. Just a feeling. The Dayne sighed, “He’s impotent but he swears it’s me, I don’t know, they’ve started transferring his, seed, into me. By now I’m not sure, he berates me about it.” Criston’s eyes narrowed and she squeaked.

The smaller figure was picked up by him, striding to the King’s chambers. Where Aegon was like to be making two court favorites defile themselves. The queen begged, “My lord, please, I know you feel strongly for me but-“

He growled, “No!,” then softer, “No. He’s being a fool, a lady’s desire should help the process. I’ll oversee you two. We need heirs to the throne.”

He kicked open the door, startling a half-awake Aegon. Criston gently laid the Queen on the bed then turned to a glaring Targaryen. Aegon’s burnt face twisted in annoyance, slightly slurring, “The hell is going on here Cole?” A goblet of wine sat in front of him— of course he was drinking.

Criston folded his arms. “You’re drunk right now? It’s barely even past midday.”

“Sorry, one tends to get bored when his wife would rather cavort around with the Hand,” he acridly spat back.

She protested from behind, “Alright, I can stay around, it’s fine!”

Criston eyed his star and back to Aegon. He asked “You have a beauty like that and can’t fill her belly with seed? You have the maesters stuff her like a turkey instead? Pathetic.”

Aegon’s form shook with rage, reaching for his crutch, Criston swiftly kicking it out of the way with a clatter. Aegon barked, “I’m your goddamn king, bring that back now! Maybe she’s the one barren, dirtied by lowborn seed!”

That little fucker! Criston’s eye twitched. He had not put his cock into her sacred place but now? Someone had to do the job— and it would be him. The taller brunette forced Aegon’s chair closer to the bed, the king hissing in pain, violet eyes wide. Cole chastised, “Since you’re so smart, I’ll do a little test, see if my lowborn cock has sullied her womb.” Aegon’s soft face pulled into a frown, squirming in position.

Criston began to pull at his gauntlets in quick snaps, then the bracers, and the chest plate along with the heavy shoulders. He decided to keep his chain of hands on as an ego boost. Lowborn cock raised to the second highest position in the realm, doing the highest position’s job.

Dayne stared at him, eyes flicking to the strangely silent Aegon, then back. Criston smiled at the queen, winding a tan hand into her ashen locks. He murmured, “Don’t worry dearest, we’ll have you feeling wonderful in no time, right your Grace?” Aegon remained stone cold— lips pouting.

The hand began to ease off the simple Dornish layers of her dress, baring that gorgeous body. How could she not be fertile? His star was all curves and soft skin, she would be great as a mother. Criston told her that, earning a whine, her legs wrapped around his waist. He panted to the king, “First, they need to be actually attracted to you.”

Cole pressed lush kisses to her neck and shoulders, his big hand testing the waters between her thighs. She was a little wet, not yet how he could get the Dayne, sopping. He rasped just for her ears, “Relax for me, he’s so jealous you might get an obedient king. Gorgeous star doesn’t know her own wiles.” She writhed a bit, tits pressed tight against flat chest.

“Oh, oh, there my Lord,” the blonde panted.

Criston was pumping one finger into her velvet heat, sliding in a second one to crook upwards. His thumb swirled around her swollen bud. He laughed carelessly at Aegon, whose scarred hands dug into the sides of his chair, puffy lips open. The brunette snarked, “See how easy it is not to be a selfish prick? It’s quite rewarding to make your lady come— although I think she’s already too attached to me.”

The king whined softly.

The queen moaned louder, crying Criston’s name and wetting his fingers further. The knight pulled from her full tits, purposely working her cunt over while asking. “Doesn’t that feel good little star? Don’t you wish your King would take care of you like that?” The queen gasped and mewled, cheeks a deep flush, eyes guiltily looking over at the squirming Aegon.

Criston patted her cheek, pressing a kiss over plump lips. Inky eyes and smug lips turned again to talk down to the Targaryen. He added in a dark voice, “Obviously you can’t do the fucking job so I will until you get it up and pump her with a blonde one. Although I am quite attached myself, she’s a wonderful little star. I’m going to fuck her good and thorough. Our first time too.”

Aegon whined, begging, “Ser, stop, I didn’t know, don’t!” But his hard cock was pulsing and the king had made no attempt to call for help. He couldn’t move either, the crutch out of his grasp. Aegon watched Criston work his wife into a peak, her pretty breasts heaving, thighs twitching. Utterly gorgeous. Jealousy swelled within his burnt chest.

The Dayne beauty sloppily mouthed against Criston’s mouth, trailing down to press kisses against his lower belly, grabbing his cock before asking. “You want to impregnate me sir? Give me an heir?” She could almost explode at the thought. Criston nodded, eyes hazy as her plump lips enveloped his cock, hands expert on rolling his balls and the other working in tandem with that warm mouth.

Aegon made a gutted noise.

Criston groaned deeply, watching his length disappear down velvet throat. The queen kept her indigo eyes on him, teary and wide. Fucking beautiful. He swallowed down a weak noise and rasped to Aegon, “She’s quite good at this, willing to please and eager to learn your Grace. But there you are, quickly back to your old ways.” She shuddered at the praise, Criston easing his star off so the real fun could begin.

He murmured, “On your back sweetling.” He pecked her once, shivering at the taste of him. The queen laid on her back, instinctively tucking a pillow under her hips. Criston rumbled, playfully giving her ass a smack. “Good girl, mmm, you just want to be a mama hm?” The shared noises of Aegon and his Queen made the Knight laugh.

He eased himself on top, making sure her thick thighs spread around his waist. The knight laid forward, grinning and nuzzling her nervous face. He cooed, “You’re safe with me star, pretty baby, doing so good.” Her arms slunk around his shoulders, their bodies fitting with together as Criston eased himself into her slick, swollen folds.

Fuck, she was tight and pulsing already, inner walls aiming to milk the man. Lady Dayne cried out, busty tits heaving as she was filled up by Ser Criston’s heavy cock. It was foreign, having so much care put into her pleasure. She moaned in surprise when he bottomed out, rasping nonsense against her neck.

Aegon sniveled now, watching his Queen get something he couldn’t possibly provide. Ser Criston, the crafty fucker, already worked his magic and cock into his queen. The blonde regretted many an action against his wonderful wife— seeing how she mooned over fucking Cole. Cole; a common born conniving oathbreaking madman, he truly enjoyed seeing suffering and agony. But there he was, giggling and gently fucking Aegon’s queen, the picture of chivalry. He needed more wine, and to tug his miserable cock.

Criston hiked her legs up, the back of her knees in the crooks of his arms— a mating press. She cried out, little hands scrabbling at his shoulders, eyes getting teary with pleasure. He moaned low, forcefully fucking himself inside her tight cunt, making sure she could feel every little drag and thrust. She mewled in ecstasy, “Criston, Ser, breed me, breed me please! Ohh I want it, need it!”

He grinned at Aegon’s sobs and pulling of his own prick. Criston teased “You want my seed star? Want to be all pretty and round, knowing your Lord Hand made you swell? Tits and hips so ripe for me, such a pretty mother you’ll make.” She tightened around him, arching her back, practically drooling. He focused on fucking her deep, swiping his thumb around her button, earning the cutest little mewls.

“Yes! Gods yes! Criston,” she howled, clamping down on his prick. He pressed his lips to hers, grunting as he fucked her to the point of no return. He cooed at his cute little star crying out her peak, gushing all over his still-moving cock. She weeped, “Please, give me your seed, want to be a mama, please!” Cole couldn’t deny her request, groaning long and low as his tummy tightened, emptying pump after pump of his cum into her tight pussy. He bit his lip bloody in the process, feeling feral, but the knight wouldn’t tear her skin like that.

He let go of her legs, gently holding her canted hips, humming, “How long do they say wait Aeg?”

A sharp cry, gasp, and tortured, “15 minutes.”

The Dayne didn’t even seem to be worried about her broken husband, smiling and holding Criston’s big hands. She kissed at each knuckle, eyes full of adoration and love. How they should be. How he deserved all along. What a special little star.

The first two came out with brown hair and eyes, sending a familiar shock across the keep. Then the third had ashen hair, just like the Queen. Mayhaps the Targaryen gene wasn’t that strong within Aegon, people whispered. Criston would smile, not indulging a secret. He’d rub her pretty bump alone, let Aegon play the daddy. He did alright enough.

#hotd fanfic #hotd smut #one sided feelings #aegon ii targaryen #ser criston cole #ser criston cole x reader #Criston cole x reader #Ser criston cole imagine

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texankat · 6 months

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Clumsily Yours 🍷

Warnings: one-sided feelings, some Spanish

(translations not included in the fic sorry!-)

Word count: 2k

Summary: Get together gone wrong

A/N: this fic was just for fun and practice, i may continue it but may not considering i already have 2 series to keep up with. But drabbles from this AU will most likely happen because i love R in this AU

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Jenna sat on her bed as you sat behind her, slicking back her hair and fixing it into a clean ponytail, pulling small strands to the side as you twist them in your finger, giving the strands a light curl. Jenna sat still for the most part after multiple corrections from you, she huffed in frustration as you continued to fix her hair.

“I could’ve done it myself Y/N, you don’t have to help me do everything…” she groaned as you pulled her head back lightly and continued to style her hair gently.

“Jenna, you wouldn't have been able to do this at all, just let me help you without complaining for once, Jesucristo….” You grumbled as you tapped her shoulder softly, signaling her to turn and face you- which she surprisingly did with no argument involved. She turned around and pouted at you as you brushed her bangs out for her, before glancing to her eyes, raising an eyebrow.

“What is it now?” You question as you stop and leave her hair alone for a moment and sit up straight, Jenna crossing her arms at you with a pouty lip.

“I said I don't need your help with this, I can do it myself.”

“Not as quickly as me.” You shrug lightly, Jenna’s eyes widening for a moment before returning to their sour glare.

“Fine, get dressed by yourself, we leave in 17 minutes.” You got up from her bed and walked out her bedroom and to your own, closing the door behind you as you grabbed your tie and waistcoat, slipping into it and tying the tie quickly. You put your hair up in a lazy bun, loose hairs poking out making it look less put together than you were expecting but you didn't mind. Once you finished you fixed yourself up a bit more you stepped out of your bedroom and took a seat on the couch, crossing your left leg over your right as you scrolled through your phone- waiting for Jenna.

A few more minutes passed as you sat and continued to wait for Jenna before hearing a quiet whimper/whine of sorts-

“Y/N…..?-” Jenna called out for you as you glanced up from your phone, “Could you come see?-” she muttered.

You got up from the couch with a sigh as you open the door, finding Jenna in a pretty casual outfit, not what you were expecting to find her wearing- though she did seem to be struggling with the belt she had grabbed for her outfit, you roll your eyes before walking over and grabbing her by her waist- earning yourself a flustered expression from her.

“Ven aquí.” You muttered as you grabbed the belt and looped it through the loops on the jeans waistline and clipped it together. You looked at Jenna- noticing the cap she had put on and took it off-

“Hey!-” You then flipped it around and smacked it back down on her head, making Jenna groan softly before brushing her hair out of her face.

“Tienes suerte eres tan hermosa….” you mumbled with a gentle smirk.

“Come on, we're late.” You calmly spoke as you walked out of her bedroom, Jenna following closely behind as she walked beside you. You both walked for a while before Jenna seemed to loosen up a bit and started to walk a bit more naturally as she lazily put one foot in front of the other, humming softly as she walked. You raised a brow and her and softly chuckled at her as she continued walking, your eyes carefully watching her. You had your hands put in your suit pockets as you walked alongside her keeping your watchful eyes on her. You had kept her from tripping over her own feet a few times just by catching her attention before she took another step, which seemed to be a lot more often that you normally expected from her- but it wasn’t that much of a problem.

It was like looking after a little kid more or less, with the way she acted she could be a 5 year old in a 21 year old’s body- which honestly would make a lot of sense for the constant pouting… not the mention the whini-

Suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by a thud as well as the sight of Jenna falling onto the rock hard pavement, you looked over to her with wide eyes as you walked over to her side- looking down to her as she got back to her feet, a small gash on her chin.

“Are you okay?- how did you even trip over air…?” You questioned as you brushed her off, lifting her head to examine the gash, narrowing your eyes at the sight.

“I’m okay, I wasn’t paying attention- got lost in my thoughts again is all.” Jenna replied softly as you tried to wipe away the leaking blood from her chin, nose scrunching at the feeling of the liquid’s warmth on your fingers. You sighed softly as you squatted down slightly looking her in the eyes, a small smile on your face.

“You’ve gotta be more careful- you’ve got to look your best for whatever you’ve got going on today…” you softly mumbled as you brushed off Jenna- just for good luck and continued walking.

It was a small get together with multiple celebrities, you didn’t really know which ones though, you just knew they were there. Jenna walked in first, then you followed her in- noticing the large amounts of food and drinks, as you stared at all of the items, Jenna tapped your shoulder with a smile.

“Go get yourself something, ‘kay?”

You gave her a light nod and walked over to the large,long food covered table and grabbed yourself something small to munch on for the time being. You grabbed what was- probably the most simple thing you could’ve chosen out of everything that was available, a sandwich. Such a fine delicacy… you were a bit disappointed in yourself but you didn’t really want to go back and grab something else, it would’ve made you seem picky- you were but still…

You grabbed a small glass of red wine that had been set out and took a large sip, sighing as you glanced around the large well lit area looking for Jenna. Your eyes fell on her after a few moments, it wasn’t hard to find her really but someone was standing next to her, seemingly talking to her… Percy Hynes White.

You glared at him immediately watching from afar, they seemed to be okay right now, talking, laughing, seemingly having a great time- but something was off… The uncomfortable look in Jenna’s eyes was telling you all you needed to know, you set down the wine and sandwich and made your way over to her.

“Hey- Jenna.” She glanced back at you, a sigh of relief leaving her body as she looked at you- a small smile tugging at her lips the moment you walked over.

“Hi, Y/N… oh this is-“

“I know who he is.” You cut her off, giving Percy a cold glare, making him tense and a bit nervous.

“Un hombre sucio…” you muttered under your breath

“Don’t you have other people to go talk to Jenna?” You blurted out, still staring Percy down as you crossed your arms at him.

“Oh well yeah, but me and him are gonna be working on a movie together- so I thought I might as well… get to know him, yknow?” You gave her a soft hum before leaving down to her ear, whispering softly.

“1 or 2?” That was something you and her had used as a signal of- ‘Get me out of here now’ for 1 and 2 for ‘It’s alright, just watch them’

“1….” Jenna replied meekly as you nodded your head and leaned back up and gave Percy a fake smile you could barely manage to make believable.

“Yeah great talking to you Percy, but Jenna’s got places to be right now….”

“Oh- where are you gonna head off to?” He asked, seemingly talking to Jenna- she didn’t reply, she didn’t even dare look him in his eyes at that point. You couldn’t even tell if he was trying to make you more irritated by keeping both of yall after you said yall had to go.

“Home probably.” You replied

“The party‘s barely started!- come on Jenna…” Percy tried to grab Jenna’s but you grabbed his instead, holding it in an iron grip. Percy flinched back as he looked you dead in the eyes, with his own which were wide.

“We’re leaving.” You hiss through your teeth as you stared him down, Percy stayed silent for what only felt like a second before suddenly throwing a punch to your cheek-

You felt the impact of the hit sending what seemed to almost be like a jolt of electricity rushing through your face- Sure Percy wasn't the strongest but he sure knew how to throw a solid punch. You could feel your cheek already bruising as you lightly put your hand to the mark he had left, turning your head back to look at him- giving him a hard glare.

“Really?” You hiss through your teeth, causing Percy to take a step back and awkwardly chuckle.

“Y-you just scared me- reflexes sorry…” He fidgeted with his hands as you gave a sarcastic chuckle. Glaring coldly before throwing a solid punch to his sternum causing him to stumble backwards- almost falling.

“Oh sorry, just my reflexes.” You spoke in a mocking tone before rolling your eyes at him with a scoff, Jenna having grabbed your arm before you could do anymore damage to Percy.

“Y/N, come on you made your point clear- let's just, go.” Jenna softly mumbled as you gave one more glance to Percy before sighing and letting Jenna lead you outside, and walking the both of you back to the apartment.

A few minutes later you found yourself sitting down on the dining table, waiting for Jenna to grab whatever she was getting for your, now, bruising cheek. Jenna walked back out of the kitchen area and over to you, a bag of ice in her hand. The stinging cold was harsh but numbing in a comforting way, as Jenna gently and slowly applied the bag of ice to your face.

“Usually I'm the one getting hurt-” Jenna softly muttered, making you chuckle as you look over to her.

“For clumsy reasons, I got hurt for a reason that makes sense to get hurt doing, Tonta.” You retorted as you both softly laugh.

“Thank you, by the way… I wasn't expecting him to do that at all-” Jenna spoke up as you held the ice to your face, then glancing over to her- offering a small smile.

“It’s my job.” You replied calmly, Jenna humming with a small nod, looking forward as you returned your small smile with one of her own.

“Yeah, your job…” she muttered gently before shaking her head and giving you a smile

“I’m gonna head to bed, lots of excitement today.” She chuckled as you gave her an affirmative nod, watching her walk to her bedroom.

“Buenas noches, Jenna.” You cooed as she looked back to you as she opened her bedroom door, you offered her one last smile for the night.

“Buenas noches, Y/N…” she replied with a small chuckle before turning back and walking into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

You sat on the dining table for a while as you tried to let the ice numb the pain in your cheek, scrolling through your feed on TikTok for around 10 to 20 minutes before you let out a sigh, getting up from the table and walking to your own bedroom, closing the door behind you. You slipped out of your suit and untied your tie as you put them back on their hangers and put them in your closet, as you grabbed a baggy T-shirt and shorts. You took out the bun you had put in earlier and flopped into bed, sighing and curling up in your sheets and falling asleep not long after.

As Jenna, sat wide awake in her bed- trying to keep her sobs quiet throughout the night.

(for the sillies who dont get it, Jenna likes R but R just sees this bonding as her work)

#f reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #Bodyguard r #one sided feelings

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drunk-vampire · 3 months

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And I cry for you while you laugh with someone else

From my old acc @emerald-kryptonite

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prefect-nandini · 7 months

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He is fond of you, but he won't say it. He wants to hold your hand and pull you close to his chest, but he can't. Your smile makes him smile immediately. You are his first true friend he can be carefree with. You are someone he adores. You are like a star, you are his sunshine. You are his light when he is surrounded by darkness. You are his support when he is falling. You are the only colourful thing in his life. He... loves you. Then... why don't you notice (Y/N)? Your hands brush against his, you still don't hold it. He steps closer, you step back. He leans in... you step back again with a laugh... What do you see in Leona that you don't see in him? For once, Malleus Draconia truly feels helpless. He waits... and he keeps waiting... but you never look back...

Leona knows. He chooses not to say anything. One part of him is extremely happy that you are his and the other part of him pities the dragon-fae prince. The second prince of Sunset Savannah knows what loneliness is like. He should be happy to see Malleus in agony, but he isn't. Because, he knows and he understands. He loves you and he isn't planning to leave you anytime soon. He watches from afar as you completely friend zone the prince of Briar Valley. He watches but never utters a word about it. After all, Leona Kingscholar sees more than he admits...

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lordofdestructionm · 8 months

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#I love the ship but the most canon accurate version is tragic and one sided #lackadaisy #lackadaisycats #tracy j butler #mordecai heller #viktor vasko #vikdecai #mordecai x viktor #bootlegger husbands #one sided feelings #one sided love

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mhathotfic · 3 months

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Having thoughts of stepbrother Midoriya accidentally falling in love with his little stepsister.

He’s known her since he was 16 and she was 14, and for the past 8 years it’s been completely platonic, he’s never even thought of her as a woman even when she turned 18, 19, 20, or 21, but now? Just past her 22 birthday and experiencing her first heartbreak, suddenly she’s not a little girl or his little stepsister anymore.

She’s a woman he cares deeply for. She’s a woman who is pressing her tear soaked face into the crook of his neck begging him to make the pain go away.

He doesn’t think an elder brother of any sort would ever feel the urge to make her forget how another man has touched her. He doesn’t think he can bare to hear her call him izu-nii anymore.

He doesn’t think he’s allowed to call himself her family when what he’s feeling definitely can’t be considered platonic or normal.

How is he supposed to act like everything’s normal?

#mha midoriya #bnha midoriya #tw pseudocest #implied #one sided feelings #cliffhanger ending

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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love the head cannons. NEED A PART 4

Perv!Charlie Walker~headcanon 4

warning : big angst, hurt/comfort, kiss, cuddling, slightly knife play, blood, wound, threat, mention of murder, one sided love, touching without consent, yandere behavior, obssed love, obsession

part one, part two , part three

Thanks for the request anon have fun reading

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°It was the middle of the night when she woke up. Dazed and with an aching head, she opened her eyes. She blinked several times and needed a moment to compose herself. ,,What...happened?" she mumbled and felt something soft underneath her. A bed, she thought and looked around.

°She was lying on a single bed, it was relatively soft and yet as she let her gaze wander she felt fear creep along her body. This was not her room, nor was she in her house. She was no longer at the barn either. She was in a strange place.

°Sitting up, she suddenly felt something slightly sticky on her leg. Looking down her leg in confusion, she saw a white, almost transparent substance. Confusion and fear were in her eyes as she wiped the substance off her leg with her fingers. ,,Who smeared this...on me?" she asked herself in shock and felt her heart beat faster.

°She got up from the bed and looked around. It was a small room without windows. A large metal roller door formed the door, so to speak. Going to the exit and entrance, she tried to push the door up. But no matter how many times she tried, she could not do it. ,,Open, please!" she shouted at the gate and tried again. But it was no use, she kicked at it angrily and fearfully before looking around.

°It was furnished a bit like a normal room. Almost as if the person had tried to create an inviting environment. Desperately looking around for a way to escape, she opened all the boxes. But next to normal materials, pillows, blankets and clothes, she found something that gave her pause. ,,What-Why is this here?" she muttered and picked up the Ghostface mask and the long black robe.

°There was no blood on it, but when she looked into the killer's face, a shiver ran down her spine. Is this his hideout? she asked herself and had only one more reason to get out of here. Away from this place and away from Ghostface. Throwing the clothes behind her she continued to look through the box. With a relieved sound she held the knife in her hand, trembling slightly.

°It felt heavy on the handle and the blade were cold but the steel was sharp. In an emergency it would serve her well. ,,Somehow out of here," she murmured and continued to look around. She was about to look under the bed when her gaze caught on a small mirror. ,,What the" she said when she saw the dark hickeys and bites scattered over her body.

°And suddenly the room scared her even more than it should have. Before she could move around, a sudden noise came from outside. Someone was standing in front of the gate.....

°Everything had gone wrong her plan completely ruined and ruined. Kirby dead, Roobie dead, and Jill headed straight for prison. ,,Damn Sidney," he cursed and heaved his way along the warehouses. The stab wound on his stomach was still bleeding. He just left a trail of blood instead of breadcrumbs for the police. He knew it was pure luck that he had somehow escaped in all the chaos.

°But it would be worth all the pain once he was with her. He would finally have her to himself and they would be together. He stifled a cry before dragging himself the last few metres along the walls and gates before arriving at his. ,,Help! Is someone there?" he suddenly heard her beloved voice.

°You're finally awake he thought and knew his luck was in. ,,Yes-yes, it's Charlie!" he called to her and continued to press his hand on the wound. He looked nervously behind him, afraid the police would be around the corner any second. ,,Oh my God Charlie! Ghostface he's locked me in here help me. The door won't open!" she shouted at him and if he hadn't been in so much pain he would have laughed at her naivety.

°Instead, he clenched his teeth briefly and suppressed a painful hiss. ,,Wait, I'll get you out of here!" he shouted back before taking the key out of his pocket and opening the lock. Pushing up the gate and going inside, he finally saw her again.

°Scared, she took a few steps back. Perhaps out of fear that Ghostface might come after her and him. Before she ran towards him in relief and embraced him. He felt her rapid heartbeat, her relieved yet frightened voice thanking him. ,,You're bleeding, wait, there were bandages here," she said in shock and started rummaging through the boxes again.

°Meanwhile he closed the gate behind him and saw her stop a moment later. She saw through it he thought and couldn't help smiling a little. ,,What's the matter...still a little tired, my dear?" he asked sacrastically and heard her mutter something before she stood up. Before he saw the knife flashing in her hands.

°She took a few steps back from him. ,,You-you did this, Charlie! You drugged me-the alcohol...my body. You're Ghostface, you murderer!" she screamed at him as the scales fell from her eyes. ,,Bingo, my love, just like it should have been all along," he said, seeing her shake her head in denial. ,,N-No...Charlie-you're crazy what are you saying?" she asked, still clutching the knife protectively.

°He laughed even though it hurt like hell. ,,Crazy about you, my love. Since we've been at school, I've seen the way you've looked at me, your loving words, the events" he counted up and slowly came towards her. ,,What-no Charlie...you've got it wrong. I've been nice to you because you're my classmate...I love you no-" but he didn't allow her to say the words. That's when he lunged at her and pulled her to the ground.

°They fell into the boxes, but he managed to get the upper hand. He sat on her hips and had the knife in his hand. ,,Don't say that! It's all true. I'm doing all this for you!" he shouted at her and held the knife to her throat. Her hands lay limp at her side, afraid he would slash her. ,,Will-Will you kill me too now?" he heard the question.

°Instantly his heart contracted. His free hand ran down her body, over her side, her soft breasts, placed his fingers on her aorta, felt her pulse. Before he wiped away her tears and clasped her hand. ,,Oh, my sweet, don't cry, I would never kill you. No no, all these other sacrifices were just necessary so that we could be together" he said and let the knife draw small circles over her breast.

°Suddenly he heard the police sirens approaching from a distance. In one swift movement he sat her up and pulled her into a hug from behind. So that one hand with the knife was at her neck and the other kept wandering along her body. ,,Shhh no noise" he whispered and pinched her lightly before she hastily said ,,Yes understood".

°They both heard the police pass by the warehouse. He felt that she would have liked to scream, but the knife at her neck forbade it. ,,They look beautiful on you," he whispered and kissed her neck where one of your hickeys was. His free hand moved lightly up her leg to her middle. ,,You don't know what else we'll do together," he whispered and let his fingers wander over her centre. He noticed how she pulled her legs together, which made him smile.

°The police withdrew after a few minutes and the blue light moved on. ,,You see, it's easy, good girl," he praised and let his free hand grasp a bandage. He easily loosened the knife on her neck. ,,Now you will put the bandage on me and if you do it well I will be gentle...if not you will see" he said and she was about to pull away from his grip when he held her by the jaw. ,,I love you" he said and kissed her. She began to unbutton his shirt and lift his jumper before reaching for the bandage.

°Later, the papers said that Ghostface Charlie Walker and his now-deceased partner Jill Roberts were behind the murders. That he had kidnapped his classmate and taken her out of America to hide somewhere. Not knowing that in his eyes it was a pure necessity to commit the victims. To be with his love, his heart, his obsession, his muse, his property forever.

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