#i genuinely proofread this once and didn’t want to look anymore

[hope-drunk]

- thoroughfare | e. williams

| on the way to seattle, you decide to play a small game with ellie.

| content warning: f!reader, bottom!reader, top!ellie, oral (r receiving), pet names (baby, princess, pretty girl), implies ellie is taller than reader, reader takes dina’s role in the game (sorry dina), hunter and prey kink but not really, barely proofread and i hate this <3

Traveling through the woods with Ellie was more fun than you’d thought it would be. The long stretches on horseback felt like nothing when it was just you two talking. After you had found Jackson, albeit on accident, two years ago, you and Ellie became friends very quickly. 

You two tried not to talk about the trip you were taking. Once she came to you with a location, there was no question in your mind about whether or not you would go with her. So, here you are now. Arms wrapped along Ellie’s torso, enjoying the scenery, and giggling like a maniac at some pun she’s said.

Once the laughter dies down, Ellie helps you off Shimmer, then puts her by a stream.

“We should stop for the night. Get some rest.” she says, taking out her sleeping bag, and a shotgun.

“Okay, yeah.”  you say, following in her stride and getting your own sleeping bag out.

You were in a comfortable silence, setting up everything you needed to have a successful night.

“Do you want first or second shift?”  you asked her.

“I’ll do both, just sleep.”

You scoff at her, “Ellie, if you’re the one getting us to Seattle I think it’s important you get some rest.” She shakes her head at you. “Please, for me.”

Ellie can’t deny the look you give her, your eyes are laced with genuine concern for her well being. It hasn’t been easy for her, and you know she doesn’t like sleeping because it just brings back the memories, but you figure something is better than nothing.

“Alright, I’ll take first shift.” she says, knowing she’ll “accidentally” let you sleep longer than you intend to.

She’s standing now, and your once worried eyes are now crinkled by a smile. 

“Thank you, Ellie.”

“Whatever gets you there safely.” she replies, rubbing the inked fern covering her forearm.

“I’m gonna go look around while there’s still daylight, I need to stretch my legs.” you say, already starting to wander.

Ellie nods her head at you.

You don’t plan to go far, just enough to look at the different wildlife that lives out here. You walk around for about twenty minutes before Ellie calls your name.

“It’s getting too dark, come back.” she says. 

“Why don’t you come and find me?” you yell back to her.

You hear her grumble to herself, and let out a sigh, then you hear the crunch of leaves under her beaten up shoes. This is your sign to scramble. You run behind a tree, one with a large trunk and sagging branches. Peeking out from behind, you find Ellie’s face through the branches. Her head was whipping around for any sign of you. You put your hands over your face, having to stifle your laugh, trying not to give yourself away. When you removed the digits from your eyes, Ellie was gone.

Now it was your turn to whip your head around. Your heart was suddenly racing. You knew she wasn’t in danger, but you didn’t know the reaction she would have to your impromptu game of hide and seek.

You felt hands on your shoulders. “Got ya.” Ellie whispers in your ear.

You gasp and she whips you around to face her. Usually, Ellie had a face that would comfort you. Right now? You were a bit intimidated by her. It felt like she had grown six inches since you saw her moments before. Her eyes even looked darker in this light. You try to back away from her, but you don't get far before you hit the tree that was once protecting you from her. 

“Oh, first you’re hiding from me, now you’re trying t’run?” she says, moving impossibly closer to you. 

The game wasn’t funny to you anymore. Actually, it was incredibly serious, and that was proven by the wetness that you felt pooling in your panties.

“Just wanted to play a game, Ells.” you say, suddenly finding your shoes very interesting.

Grabbing your chin, she says, “Don’t tell me you’re all shy now.” She follows your eyes every time that you try to look away.

For a second, just a second, you thought she was actually mad. But you could see her lips fighting a smile. Leaning down towards you, her nose brushes against yours.

“Tell me you want this.” Ellie says, whispering like you were in a room full of people. 

“I want it.” 

Her lips are on yours as soon as you finish the sentence. The hand that was holding your chin has now moved to your cheek, thumb caressing your face tenderly. Your hips move to meet hers, back arching off the tree. Ellie gets the hint, and uses her spare hand to reach down between your bodies. She undoes your pant button with ease, and shoves her hand into your jeans. You gasp as she begins to rub your clit over your underwear. 

“Oh, Ellie.” you say while she moves her kisses to your neck.

“Don’t know why I’ve been waiting to do this.” she mumbles on your skin.

Stopping her assault on your neck, her hands smooth down your body before she practically rips your jeans and panties down to the ground. Her foot kicks your legs further apart before she drops to her knees in front of you. She runs a finger through your slick folds, humming in approval before diving in to taste you.

She sucks hard on your clit, causing your hand to move to her auburn hair, trying to steady yourself. Ellie sneaks a large hand up your shirt, toying with your nipple. You didn’t think you’d ever be this happy at forgetting to put a bra on. Her tongue was moving quickly through your folds. You look down at her, only to be met by her eyes. 

The moan you let out is almost pornagraphic, and you swear you can feel Ellie smirk into your cunt. Her position on the ground made it feel like she was praying to you, she was worshipping your cunt. 

Ellie comes up for a breath, thumb moving to rub your clit. “Taste so sweet, baby. Does it feel good?”

Your head nods on its own, which only causes Ellie to laugh. 

“Feels s’good. Wanted this for so long.” you say, breathless.

“Yeah? Wanted me to fuck you? How many times did you think about me eating your cute little pussy like this while we were talking, hm? Did you go t’sleep every night with wet panties?”

You let out a moan at her words and nod your head again, but that’s not enough for her. She gives your thigh a quick smack.

“Yes! Yes, thought about it all the time. Oh please, Ellie, wanna cum so bad.”

She moves her head back towards your cunt, eating you out impossibly faster. Your legs start to shake, signaling your approaching orgasm. You’re practically grinding on Ellie’s face at this point, and she doesn’t mind one bit. While you use her tongue to get yourself off, she thinks this may be the peak of her life.

“I’m– gonna…” you try to finish your phrase, but it’s no use. Ellie moans into your pussy, and that sends you flying. 

You’re sure your moans were loud enough to scare any wildlife away from you, and it took you awhile to even regain consciousness. When you did, Ellie was now standing in front of you again, trying to keep you propped up. You slouch into her chest while she rubs a hand up and down your back under your shirt.

“Shh… you’re alright, you’re alright pretty girl.” she coos. 

She pulls your pants up, figuring she’ll have something to clean you up with back with all your stuff. Ellie basically carries you back to your sleeping bag, and makes sure you’re all clean before tucking you in.

“Ellie.” you whine out, feeling her presence move away from you.

“I’ve got first shift, remember? Go to bed, baby. I’ll wake you up.”

You mumble what she thinks is a complaint, before turning over and curling into yourself. It’s not long before she hears your breaths get deeper. Rubbing a hand over her face, she grabs her gun of choice before standing guard not far from your sleeping body.

Of course, Ellie doesn’t wake you up till the morning. 

“I was supposed to take second shift!” you argue.

“You didn’t really seem in the position to keep watch, princess. Swear your legs were gonna give out if you had to stand for longer than ten seconds.” Ellie laughs out.

You turn red and let out a huff.

“C’mon, get on the horse. We can argue on the way.”

#ellie ! #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fic #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #tlou #ellie tlou #ellie williams x y/n

[sanspuppet]

Oh my god, if you could please do line 7 and 13 for Hongjoong with shibari I’ll literally love you forever 🥹💕

(Please of course only do it if you’re comfortable! If you’re not, then just whatever your creative side comes up with will be great. I’ll gobble it up regardless 😙)

Thank you for all you do and your amazing work! 💕💕

7_ “God, you look amazing like this”

13_ “Since when do friends do things like this?”

W/T: friends to lovers, jealous Hongjoong, shibari, unprotected sex

• HII here you go babe, i hope you like it :3 although it’s my first time writing about shibari, i really enjoyed writing it!

- not proofread cuz im about to pass out from tiredness :/

Finally it’s Hongjoong’s birthday, and though he hasn’t planned a big party, he invited you at his place, wanting to spend more time with you: the girl who’s secretly obsessed with. Hongjoong just finds anything you do attractive and caring, he can’t stop thinking of you and how cute you always appear. This surely involves that he’s genuinely jealous of you, and seeing you with another guy immediately ruins his mood for the entire day.

You greet him, giving him a tight hug when you enter his apartment. Hongjoong shyly smiles back, taking the present you gave him in his hands and placing it on the table. Even though you are classmates, you don’t talk often but you still think he’s a nice guy. After a good hour of random conversations between you two, Hongjoong heads finally towards the kitchen to take his birthday cake. It’s when he turns back with it, ready to blow the candles, that you receive a text. You can’t help but check your phone when you notice that it’s Mingi who’s searching for you: he asked you out, and go with him to watch the new film that has been released at the cinema.

“Oh my god” you murmur, bringing your hand over your mouth. Despite your excitement, Hongjoong’s smile printed on his face quickly disappears as he notices you’re not giving attention to him anymore.

“What” he huffs, looking at your phone as he could know what got your attention.

You stutter, unsure if you should accept Mingi’s proposal or just stay there with Hongjoong, despite you’d feel guilty… the new film seems too good, without counting Mingi’s presence that always makes your legs dizzy when you’re in front of him.

“Uhm… Joong, i think i should go now… i forgot that i have to meet with Mingi later…” you mewl shyly, something in his stare scared you.

“You’re not going anywhere, i want you to stay here with me” He affirms, his cold eyes locked on yours.

“But- but i seriously need to go Hongjoong” you’re about to stand up, when he positions himself in front of you, his tight grip on your wrist making it almost hurt.

“I said, you’re not leaving.” he continues, his face a few inches away from yours, shivers of fear running down your spine from his intimidating stare.

“You can’t do anything to keep me here!” you bicker “not even if you’d tie me up” your body is immobilized as you see a smirk diving onto his mouth. He chuckles cockily.

“Wanna try? We’ll se if you can escape.”

Even though you didn’t exactly figured out the idea, your pride suddenly speak for themselves: “Oh yeah? Wanna bet?” your reply got once again Hongjoong giggling.

“Actually, i do wanna” He smirks, his hands quickly moving on your waist, grabbing it harshly as he pushes you towards his bedroom. “Gonna tie you all up, so you’re not gonna see that fuck boy” Hongjoong throws you onto his bed, giving you a cold stare as he wants to make sure you’re not going to move. Your mouth hangs open when you see him taking a long pair of strings from his wardrobe, making you gulp as he approaches you while starting to knot them.

“Strip.” he stares down at you, enjoying the view of having your pretty face right in front of his hardening member. Your breath stops as you hear him, asking to yourself if you just misheard.

“I said fucking strip, you better do.”

You raise an eyebrow, arms crossed as you stare up at him. But as soon as he wraps his hand around your throat, raising your chin to force you to look right at his hooded eyes, you start unzipping your jeans.

“Good girl. Keep acting well and the knots will might not hurt.” he starts to tie your body with the strings, the knots positioned accurately to accentuate your curves. Once he helps you hiking up your top, Hongjoong can’t take his eyes off of your tits, perfectly sized, he can’t help but give them the proper attention by using the strings to help them pop out of your chest. He does a few steps backwards, admiring your body like it was a piece of art, his piece of art.

“God, you look amazing like this.” he approaches you again, pushing you onto the mattress, making you arch your back as your arms are tied behind it. “All naked and ready to be fucked.” Hongjoong chuckles in the crook of your neck, his hand squeezing your breast. He gets closer to your ear, whispering: “Tell me baby, can you still escape from me?” he pulls back, his thighs on either your sides, smirking at you while teasing you by pulling the strings. “Fuck- no, no…” you murmur, breathing heavily.

“I could manhandle you right now and bury my hard cock inside you, you couldn’t do anything about it, could you?” he provokes you.

“No…” you look at him through your eyelashes, a strange tension inside your stomach gets you the urge for him to touch you. “Please, do it Joong.”

“Oh? Since when do friends do things like this?” He genuinely seems enjoying himself on top of you, while you’re desperately begging for him.

“Gosh, fuck it. I want you now…” you whine, arching more intensely your back from desperation.

“Don’t you tryna ask me to stop, later then.” Hongjoong doesn’t wait any longer before removing his clothes off of his body till you can see his hard dick standing straight on top of you.

“Be a good girl and take it, i know you can” he unties the knot that keeps your legs together, spreading them right after to make room for himself. He gives you a smirk before pushing decisively his length into your soaking, needy cunt. He releases a pleased sigh, smiling with eyes closed, tongue sticking out as he feels your walls clenching around him.

“Fuck! So deep- oh god” you moan, hiccuping because of the overwhelming pleasure his cocks is making you feel. Your eyes roll in the back of your skull as he helplessly starts to fuck you dumb, his cockhead pressing against your g-spot perfectly at every thrust, giving them a blissing effect. The bedroom is filled with your moans and his grunts, mixed with the icky and squelching sounds your pumped pussy is making. His girth is slamming against your thigh gap, stuffing your hole like it was his only life purpose.

“Fuck, you’re just as perfect as i always dreamed- taking my dick so well, you like it, don’t you?” Hongjoong holds tightly at the string that crosses over your stomach, while the effort he puts into his fast movements are driving your mind blurry. You barely can elaborate any coherent thought, body and mind full with his cock, and you’d surely not even complain about that, fuck if it felt amazing.

“Yes-! i l-love it” you moan back, your muscles tensing as you feel your orgasm approaching your stomach.

“Gonna cum, don’t you? fuck i’m close too.” Hongjoong groans, his thrusts becoming faster but also sloppier. He squeezes his eyes and bites his lips, still can’t believe that he’s finally fucking the girl of his dreams.

“Fuck yeah! Keep going!” you yell out from pleasure, buring your back into the mattress, the fact that you can’t move is torturing you yet you think it’s so damn hot. You both are a moaning mess once you reach your high, when you feel wet ropes shooting inside your body you bite your lower lip, loving the idea of being stuffed full of his cum.

Hongjoong’s body falls on yours after the exhausting stimulation, his face resting on your soft breast, inhaling deeply the air as he tries to catch his breath again. He cards his fingers through your sweaty hair once he looks up at you again, you try to smile with all the energy that’s remaining in your body.

“Hongjoong, i’ll never try to leave you again, i promise”

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[bartxnhood]

wherever you are | l.r.h

luke hemmings x fem!reader

summary: he doesn’t want it to end but you can’t take the pain of being so far from him anymore.

warnings: angst, crying, break up, mentions of not eating, no happy ending / cliffhanger(?)

w/c: 2.3k

requests open

not proofread

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six months is a long time to be away from the people you consider family. it’s even harder to be away from someone who you had planned to spend the rest of your life with. luke promised himself that he wouldn’t mess up what he had with you, he swore to himself that he’d do right by you. he wouldn’t do you the way he had done his previous relationships.

but touring was hard, on his part and especially yours. but good things never seem to work out for luke.

you had a deep love for luke hemmings. he was your closest friend; you always enjoyed being with him and missed him when he was away.

however, you were unaware of your feelings at the time and merely dismissed them as a result of your closeness to him.

luke also thought of you as his best friend, and the two of you shared everything. luke was always with you; if he wasn't, his energy level was noticeably lower than when he was around you. luke needed light, and you gave him that light. when the other guys or close friends pointed out how evident it was that he felt something for you and that you definitely did too. luke, though, always dismissed it as being quite close to you.

at first, he thought maybe he was projecting his feelings on you after going through such a bad breakup, but it wasn’t until the other guys started pointing out how he acted when you were around, or the way his eyes would light up whenever getting the chance to talk about you.

luke didn’t realize that his feelings for you were genuine until the first time he left for album promotions. he remembers how his heart ached as you stood in the airport waving goodbye as you smiled but luke didn’t want to leave, he looks at you once more as before boarding the plane hoping the trip would end soon.

six weeks wasn’t too long, right?

when tour finally ended it was a bittersweet moment for luke, he was happy it was over. he was beyond exhausted and was ready for a break, and of course seeing you again after months. but also, he would miss the adrenaline when he was on stage, he would miss meeting all the fans and making a connection with them.

the moment he stepped off the plane and walked to baggage claim and saw you waiting for him, he was so glad to be back.

when his eyes met yours and he felt his heart skip a beat, a wave of relief washed over his body.

you were waving at him, smiling widely as he walks closer to you. “welcome back, rockstar!” you cheer as he wrapped his arms around your waist. your scent fills his mind as he lifts you off the ground. “ ‘missed you so much” he says into your neck. “i missed you too, lu!” your arms are around his neck, giggling as he lifts you, spins you around before setting you back down.

you both pull away, luke stands close with his hands cupping your face. he doesn’t say anything, he’s just staring. you feel your cheeks heating up while looking into his blue eyes. “what?” you ask, breaking the tension.

“i love you.”

oh.

oh god it slipped.

you blink and proceed to laugh, “i love you too!” you say, not thinking he meant anything serious by it.

“no. i..” he sighs, shaking his head. “i *love* you, y/n.” he repeats, looking i into your eyes. “i didn’t know until i left. six weeks without you made me realize that i love you.”

you feel yourself tearing up at his confession, “oh, lu..” your hand caressed his cheek, your thumb dragging over the stubble on his chin. “i love you, too” you smile and luke feels the weight behind lifted off his shoulders. “thank god, because i don’t know what i would’ve done if you didn’t..” he laughs, resting his forehead against yours.

“can i kiss you?”

your face must’ve went red because luke laughs softly. “sorry, i know that was sudden”

“no! it’s okay. really. you can kiss me” you assure. luke nods, leaning in and letting your lips meet.

that kiss changed everything.

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since the beginning of your friendship with luke, you were aware of his job. how he would have to leave for a certain amount of time and you were okay with that, you understood his passion and you admired him for it. you knew you loved what he did but it required a lot of traveling.

but when you started dating him, it hit harder and harder to watch him leave.

when he was gone, you would wait by the phone in the hopes that it would turn on and display his name and picture. luke would chat with you on those nights until you were too sleepy to carry on.

he would tell you how interviews went or all the things he saw while he was abroad on those nights, which you treasured the most. he would do his best to reassure you that he will return soon on the nights when he would hear your cries. he would hum your favorite song on those nights, wishing he was with you, his arms wrapped around your body hushing your cries.

but nothing could prepare you for the longest tour they would have.

you should have braced yourself for the mental breakdowns that followed luke’s departure for tour.

you told yourself that you could manage it.

but as you stood there in the airport, hugging luke goodbye, your heart began to break.

“i’ll be back soon i promise,” he says kissing your forehead, “it’s only a couple of months. i will be back before you know it." he assures as he presses a few kisses on your face. you frown, “it’s six months,

lu. that’s half a year.” he nods, “yes, but, i will call and text you every day, kay?" he says, and you nod, "i know..i'll just miss you so much..” your arms are around his waist holding him tightly to your chest.

“shh, i know, sweets.” he sighs, rubbing your back. “the sooner i leave, the sooner ill be back.” he adds, pulling away and looking at you, he kisses your lips once more. “i’ll text you when i land, okay?” “okay..” you sniffle, smiling sadly.

you look into his beautiful blue eyes, “just come back to me, okay?” he nods, “i will. i promise.”

the two of you share one last kiss before he finally pulls away. “i love you, y/n.” “i love you too, lu”

luke turns to leave, hands the desk clerk his passport, then looks back in your direction and sees the tears staining your cheeks. he mouths, "i love you."

“i love you, too” you mouth back and watch as he rounds the corner, disappearing.

luke was staring out the window the entire flight, with only one thought on his mind. you. he reliving the sight of you crying, as he walks away. he remembers all your previous anxieties, those late-night phone calls where you would be crying to him about how much you miss him.

hes wondering if he made the right decision if he's about to lose the one thing that kept him sane in his life.

luke looks at the time one last time, seeing his lock screen, which shows the two of you on the beach standing together as the waves crash on your feet. he groans and turns off his phone before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

the tour seemed to go on forever. the days were endless, and the weeks felt like months. he checked the calendar every time, and only a few days had passed.

three months had passed since he left you at the airport that day. he never stops thinking about how much you must be suffering while he pursues his dreams while you stay at home.

but you know he's doing his best, and you know it must be difficult for him to be away from your friends and family for so long.

luke kept his promise, he called you almost every night, and on the nights he didn’t, he at least texted you. and in the beginning, you were stronger than you thought you would be.

but both of you couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay.

eventually, it just got to the point where you couldn’t take the pain in your heart, you couldn’t keep staring at the calendar wishing it was the end of the tour.

you would cry almost every night while staring at old photos. showering was getting harder, you had a never-ending stomachache, and it felt like you never had to eat or drink anything.

for weeks, you were doing the same thing. sitting up in bed, crossing your legs beneath your heavy blanket, and rocking back and forth. your hands discovered your hair. it was greasier than you thought. when was the last time you washed it?

you didn’t want to call him, you told yourself you had to be strong and not depend on him.

where was he today? what country was he in? what time was it?

you couldn’t help but think of his voice. his voice which was as smooth as honey, his voice which could lull you to sleep.

luke was also worried about you, each day he was in another time zone and he was just getting further and further away.

the last he heard from you was a few days ago and it was only a few texts. his thumb hovers over your contact, hesitating if he should call you. he finally caved and clicked your number, bringing his phone to his ears.

“hello?” you answer, luke could hear the pain in your voice. “hi, my girl. you okay?” he asks, but you don’t reply for a few seconds.

“luke..” you sob.

“oh..sweets..” he sighs on the other line.

“i..i can’t do this. you’re so far away luke. i can’t keep doing this.” you cry, now you were sat on the floor against your closet door with your knees to your chest. “i haven’t slept in days, lu. i miss you so bad..i just..”

luke’s heart constricts hearing your broken sobs, his eyes squeeze shut trying not to cry. listening to your sobs he knows he shouldn’t have left. “shhh, i know. i know. i’ll be home soon..just..take a few breaths, okay?”

“no, lu. i..i can’t. i’m sorry..” you pull your phone away from your ear and hang up on him. you stare at your phone before dropping it to the floor.

luke does the same, pulling his phone away from his ear and looking at your contact photo. he groans, dropping his head.

he had now lost you.

luke couldn't remember anything after the night you broke up with him, so the rest of the tour was a blur. he was a complete train wreck. he would have starved to death if it hadn't been for the guys forcing him to. they had to take him out of his bus bunk and force him to brush his teeth. the only thing on his mind was you.

he would stay up late at night looking at old pictures of the two of you, listening to your voicemails, and reading old texts. he wants to call you and pour his heart out to you, making up for his mistakes and abandoning you. but he really wants to call you and tell you it's you. that he will always love you and that no one will ever be able to take your place in his heart.

but he doesn’t, because luke is a coward.

forgetting you was almost impossible for luke, he couldn’t get you out of his head. he got so lost in your love, he thought everything was going right. a love that made him forget how badly it hurt when he was away.

luke misses your voice, he misses the light in your eyes, he misses how you would listen to all of his concerns and how you’d tell him sweet nothings to calm him down. luke misses everything about you.

one hundred and eighty-two days had gone and he was finally back on the plane heading home. nothing had changed; he still missed you so deeply that it hurt him. he hadn't seen your face since the end of the relationship. luke can only hope that when he returns, he will be able to work it out with you.

throughout the rest of the tour he had messaged you a few times but you never replied. the last he messaged you was the night before, letting you know he was coming home but it was radio silence from you.

he had hoped that maybe you would show up.

luke steps off the plane and he can only hope and pray that you would be there waiting for him. but when he rounded the corner to baggage claim, his heart sank. you were nowhere to be found.

he collected his bags and continued to the exit, maybe you were waiting for him there?

luke lets the cool breeze hit his face as he looks around but yet again, you are nowhere to be seen. he sighs, rubbing his forehead. “she didn’t show?” he hears ashton ask. “nope..” luke answers, as ashton pats his shoulder. “i’m sorry, mate.” luke nods, and begins to load the van.

“luke?” he swore he heard your voice, but it was probably just because he was jet-lagged. he continued loading his luggage in the van but calum stopped him, “mate..” he said, pointing behind the blond.

luke turns around, his eyes land on your figure which was swallowed in one of his old sweatshirts. “y/n?”

#5sos fan fiction #5sos smut #bartxnhood asks #bartxnhood writes #5sos imagine #5sos fanfic #calum hood angst #luke hemmings fanfic #5sos #luke hemmings x reader

[markedinurheart]

delayed departure

pairing: jeno x reader

genre: angst

word count: 0.4k

a/n: not proofread! i’m writing this to process my emotions so im sorry if it doesn’t make sense

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in all honestly, you didn’t have anyone to blame except for yourself. everyone in your life had warned you about him and tried their hardest to make sure you wouldn’t get attached, however, all that effort went in vain.

now standing in front of jeno, you couldn’t help but cry. you wanted to be mad at him, to scream obscenities at him, but you couldn’t. while you were angry at him, you were more angry with yourself for even believing he could be genuine with his actions.

jeno had a reputation for being a sweet talker, someone who used their words and actions to make girls feel so loved, before crushing their hearts. you had been made aware of this fact, but were too deep into his spell to realize that you weren’t really special, he just knew how to work you to keep you attached.

“ so, what is it that you wanted to tell me?” he asks, looking at you with his cold gaze.

at some point in time, you began to realize what he was doing. you began to notice how he would pull you in before pushing you away, continuing the cycle since you let him.

you would see him flirt with different girls shamelessly in front of you, yet you remained around him like a safety net he could count on.

you tried to act as if everything was okay and that it was fine that he treated you like a second option, but you could only lie to yourself for so long.

“ i wanted to let you know that i’m done with this jen, i can’t take it anymore. your constant mind games are killing me and im so tired of acting like this is what normal people do,” you say, trying to maintain eye contact with him.

“ oh” was all he could reply with, not knowing how to respond in this situation. sure he had gone through similar things with countless other girls, but he never expected you to stand up for yourself.

you looked at him and scoffed, feeling offended that his response was a simple oh and not an apology, but you knew he was incapable of actually apologizing for his actions.

the both of you stood in awkward silence before you decided to stop pitying yourself and put yourself first for once. you took a step forward, pulled him in closer, and kissed him.

it was a soft kiss, as it was your way of saying goodbye to him and everything that could’ve been. you pulled away from him before walking away from him and his life.

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[queenbees21]

||•When their s/o gawks over their muscles•||

Characters : Katsuki Bakugo | Izuku Mydoria | Eijiro Kirishima

Warning | Grammar error | Not proofread

Type - Bullet Points | Fluff

Other platforms - Wattpad | a03

A/n: I didn’t think Izuku’s BP’s was going to be so freaking long!😫 I’m sorry! 😭 I promise I’m working on the Kiri one! It’s just going to take a while but I will upload it, but it won’t be any time soon, thank you for your patience! 🙏

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• He got really nervous at the way you constantly started at him from afar. He felt your eyes burn holes at the back of his head MANY time now…

• You on the other hand was to busy admiring his toned muscles that you didn't even realize that Mr. Aizawa was trying to get your attention. To get you back to work...

• Although He gave up with a sigh, rolled his eyes going back to work helping the other students train,

• Izuku always flushes when you were near because he now realizes why you'd kept staring at him during training...and he'd blush at the thought of it,

• He never thought in his life, that he'd have a female fall for him over his masculinity... He used to be so scrawny back then, but he guessed those buff guys were your... preference? Perhaps...

▪️ Once he started to get to know you a little better, he realizes you weren't just someone that liked physical appearance... or should I say his,

you were genuinely a kind and thoughtful person that cared about personality more than appearance... which he appreciated,

▪️ But that wasn't going to stop you from admiring as admitting that you liked Deku's built structure.

He mostly stuttered and blushed at your boldness ;) "You know Izuku, you looked so hot in your swimsuit the other day~ I couldn't keep my eyes off you," ah yes, ever bold.

Gosh, how much are you going to tease this poor man, cause I don't think he can take it anymore for he looked like he was about to faint out of.... happiness?

▪️ You both were shopping partners since your teachers said to go in a group of 2 pairs and you luckily were assigned to Izuku.

You were very excited! You got to shop with Izuku and admired him up close but not too close to make him unforgettable like you usually do, and you didn't want him to hate you for it...

▪️ As you both walked around the mall together you started to casually and "accidentally" slowly started to slither your hand up with his arm holding onto him there,

▪️ Izuku shivered in embarrassment and slowly a red hue appeared on his freckle face, he could feel himself slowly feeling dizzy from the heat of his face of the closeness of your body...

You asked if he needed a break from walking, noticing how hot his face was, and was very concerned.

▪️ "Y-y-yEaH I jUsT nEeD a LitTle WATER! Yeah, I need water!! I'm very dehydrated and just need to clench my thirst is all, don't worry about me (Yn)-San!"

He stutters out, the poor boy was so nervous being around you made his heart race and his face flushed,

▪️ You decided to let go of his arm and not tease him any longer for he looked like he was about to faint from nervousness, you calmly asked if you could hold his hand,

"It's So I can guide you. You look like you're about to faint," you say holding out your hand, he shyly took it without hesitation allowing you to guide the way.

He liked the warmth your hand provided, although he was embarrassed by you seeing him like this, but if it means that he can be able to hold your hand then who cares. He'll gladly do it all over again if it ever comes to it.

▪️ Without you noticing, he smiled to himself at the thought, and tightly squeezed your hand, he was a happy and shy guy, but he didn't mind at the moment.

▪️The day went and eventually went everyone started heading back to the dorms, given that it was starting to get late. Izuku and you both parted ways getting ready for bed,

▪️That night, Izuku couldn't stop thinking about you. You were so charming and easygoing, Kind and thoughtful.

Even if you might have gawked over him in he can still see the sincere and genuine happiness of spending time with him,

▪️He rested happily that night, as his stomach unbeknownst to him, felt like there were butterflies everywhere.

-------------------------------------------------------- After Dating 🐝 --------------------------------------------------------

▪️ Oh, it's all over for him now... you literally BITE him... leaving a red mark... you call them love bites.

Poor baby was so straddled and surprised by your actions. He didn't even see it coming. He asked why you did it and you responded with, "I'm sorry Zuzu... they looked so bite-able."

"......" 💀 Well then... good luck to you Izuku you'll need it; it was on his bicep to be exact ^^

▪️ In cuddle sections, you're all over him! You could be laying on top of him with your head on the crook of his neck. Or on your side with your leg dropped over his waist and arms around his neck.

You just love cuddle sections with your man, it somewhat gives you an excuse to get to feel his toned ahem... waist... 👀

He blushed whenever you moved closer to him.. he can practically feel you trying to mold your body to him although he doesn't mind,

He likes being close to you. It helps him feel relaxed and comforted in a way, so keep doing your thang! Reader! ;) now it was your turn to blush (>//^//<)

▪️ He noticed that sometimes when you both kiss. You tend to travel your hand on his bicep... he gets flustered at the small affectionate touch. You do this often, now that you know that Izuku likes it ;)

▪️Although, touching and liking his muscles is not important in a relationship, and you know this. You'd touch his bicep in a comforting way; as well... and honestly he appreciates it. When he's feeling down or just not in a good mood to joke or play around.

You'd sit with him, pulling him close to an embrace, and rub his arms while petting his hair in comfort.

He'd often cry in your neck sometimes, ruining your shirt with tear stains, but you don't mind. That was not important at that moment. It was Izuku and his well-being.

▪️ You once kissed his bruised arm in the infirmary when he had that fight with Shoto at the sports festival.

You scowled him for being reckless and purposely breaking his body.. but you understood why though. You let it slide and almost cried in his arms when you saw the damaged skin in his arms.

It must have been painful to move around and yet, he still wanted to watch, and support his classmates when they fought their next battle.

It was sweet, you lightly rubbed his forearm in comfort and watched as the battle started. Izuku was grateful for your kindness, he held up your hand to his lips and gave it a delicate kiss of gratitude.

⚠️▪️You both were feeling cuddly and deiced to watch a movie together, although; throughout the movie, it was being ignored, and their main focus was on each other.

To be exact, it was on their lips.. full-on make-out ... you both were kissing each other like it was the end of the freaking world 😭 why!!??

Although, you did enjoy being close to Izuku. You got to feel his muscles :> and as for him,

He got to show them off to you. He held you close, Shielding you; arms wrapped around your body and your head being held down by his hand preventing you from squirming around too much.

You just wanted to pull away from the heated moment it made you flustered T^T but he didn't. Although the tables were turned quickly when you had put your hand on his chest circling your finger around as a way to calm him down...

which it did cause, THAT of all things made him flustered?!?!..

You will from here on out, use this method to tease him. 😃

▪️Although One day... out of nowhere, Izuku asked you an overwhelming question that shocked you out of your mind and made you feel very awful and ashamed of yourself...

"Hey (Yn)... is my physical appearance all your dating me for... or do you feel real... romantic feelings for me..?" You were stunned speechless...

Was that the kind of vibe you were giving off?... — Was this a break-up?... — Did he fall out of love?... — Did you do something wrong?... — Was your love a problem...

You were overwhelmed with a great amount of stress and emotions. You didn't want to give off the intention that you only liked and dated Izuku for his appearance.

You thought you were doing a good job showing that you truly loved him... Did you perhaps, over did it with the touching?

Izuku could feel the tension from you and was about to apologize and ask to forget the question until he stopped and saw a single shed of a tear falling down your face...

You must have over thought about it and kept that emotion to yourself until you couldn't hold it anymore...

He pulled you into his arms and wrapped your head on his chest shushing and apologizing to you that he didn't mean to make you cry or overwhelm you...

He didn't mean to cause harm to you, he'd never think of doing such a thing. He rubbed your back and smooth your hair and kisses the top of your head in comfort.

▪️That day, Izuku realized that's how you showed your love and affection. Through actions and physical touches.

So him telling you what he had told you, what he said that day seemed as though he was rejecting your love; and that was the last thing he ever wanted.

He loves your love, If you make him flushed once in a while he still wants your physical affection and he hopes you know that.

He apologized later that day and both made it up with cuddles,

▪️Izuku cuddled you close as you both were enjoying watching a new series on Netflix, laughing and enjoying your time together even jumping a little at jump scares.

It was a chilly session so you got closer to Izuku for more of his body warmth. He noticed this and is not bothered by it.

He pulls you as close to his chest and places butterfly kisses on your neck and shoulders enjoying the little laughers that he got you to do.

▪️It was a cool fall night and you were shivering to the bone! No matter how many pillows and blankets you cover yourself in, you still somehow always seemed to feel the cool breeze on your legs.

You cuddle up closer to Izuku's side, wrapping your arms and legs around him snuggled up letting the warmth absorb you. You could feel Izuku steer in his sleep as he place his arm around your hip pulling you closer to his broad chest and placing your hand on his heart.

You felt the beating of Izuku's heartbeat, lowly stealing itself as you can tell it was beating fats not that long ago... was it you?

You decide not to tease him and drifted off back to sleep. Dreaming about the moment you laid eyes on him.

▪️Walking along the garden of the park where many flowers and beautiful butterflies flutter around, Izuku held you by your waist squishing your hips now and then making you flushed.

He kisses the top of your hair enjoying the flowery scented aroma of your hair. You smiled up at him and nuzzling your face at the crook of his neck, he blushes and gives your side a little playful tickle.

You looked up at him and pucker your lips asking for a kiss. Izuku blushes at the cuteness you display, he nervously leans into it. Closing in the space between you.

Locking lips Izuku inhale nervously, he didn't think he was good at kisses very much. You giggled while kissing him, he was so cute when he got nervous.

You both pulled away, Izuku was a blushing mess. You clammily rubbed his arm and continue your walk in the park enjoying each-others calm presence.

▪️You enjoy drawing on his arms, creating small tattoos. He admires your work and leaves them on for the rest of them day, just to see that smile on your face > w < when you noticed it hasn’t been wiped off.

▪️Sometimes Izuku would feel insecure about his scares in his arms, he thinks it makes him unattractive and ugly, but you beg to differ.

You told him that it only made him look attractive, it shows how much he's endured over the years and he made it.

You kiss his scares in comfort telling him he looks handsome with or without his scares. He felt butterflies in his tummy and he sore he fell more in love for you then ever.

And he made up his mind, he will marry you someday when your older as pro hero's 🥹

▪️Your's and Izuku relationship has only grown throughout the years, your both have happy and healthy relationship and you'd hope it'd stay that way for the years to come,

"I love you Izuku," you say suddenly, looking up at him smiling at him and rubbing your hand on his arm. Izuku looks down at you with adoration in his eyes and leans down to capture your lips,

"I love you to sweet, happy anniversary.” He says as he hid a small little box in the back of his hand. All you had to do was say “Yes” to make him the happiest man alive.

Word-count - 2363

A/n Thanks for reading! Hoped you enjoyed stay safe and Have a Good day and night 💤🫶

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[littlexscarletxwitch]

hi is it okay if i make a request for florence? i was wondering if you could do one where it’s flo’s first time seeing reader and trying to get to know them. maybe reader works on set of a new movie she’s in and caught flos eyes and she does everything to try and get their attention to talk to them, however it ends is up to you, thank you :)

── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘁

paring: florence pugh x gn!reader

tag(s): fluff, oblivious kinda trope (?), r being clueless

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread

word count: 1.4k

note: I actually have no idea what a makeup artist does on a set, so just go with it. While writing this a had a female reader in mind, but I'm pretty sure it works as a gn reader as well. I'm so sorry this took so long, anon. I really hope you like it and that is, somehow, what you wanted. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

As soon as you walked into the makeup trailer, Florence’s eyes immediately found your frame.

And all she could do was stare at you, admiring your beauty, watching over every movement of yours. She just couldn't take her eyes off of you, it was as if now you were the only person in the world. She could tell you were new to this environment, her working place. She could tell you were nervous, looking down at your feet, as if you were afraid to face her or do the wrong thing. 

“Hello, there,” she said, trying to get your attention. 

“Oh, hi. Um, have you been here for a long time?” you finally looked up to her.

Truth was she had been waiting for about half an hour, but once she took a look at you and saw your puppy eyes, she couldn’t just say that to you, afraid you would break down in front of her. 

“No, I just got here. I’m Florence,” she gave you her hand to shake. 

Accepting her hand, you said, “Y/n, the new makeup artist, but I think you already figured that out.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/n,” Florence liked the sound of your name falling out of her lips. 

“You too.” 

“Hey, by any chance are you the same Y/n that does Hailee’s makeup?”

“Yep, that’s me,” you gave her a shy smile, the fact that she knew you made your cheeks go red. Which Florence noticed and chuckled at your reaction. 

“Oh, great. Then I trust I’m in good hands.”

“I really hope so, or else I’m gonna get fired,” you joked, earning a genuine laugh from her. “Um, should we get started?” you asked once her laugh died down. 

“Oh, yes, of course.”

Florence sat on one of the chairs in front of the mirror and let you do her job. This was supposed to be a makeup test, she wasn’t sure if that was what it was actually called but it was the name she gave it. After all, they would test different shades of foundations, shadows, blushes and find the right one for her skin tone that also had to match her character's personality. 

Ten minutes in, she couldn’t take the silence anymore. Sure there was background music playing, a playlist you put on before getting started. She could hear the faint voice of Harry Styles. But she didn’t want to hear his voice, she wanted to hear yours. All of you intrigued her in ways no one ever had. She could tell you were shy, otherwise you would have started talking right away, so she had to take matters into her own hands. 

“So, um, why did you become a makeup artist?” That was the most stupid question she could ever ask you, but her brain was working properly at the moment, although she didn’t understand why. 

“Well, um, it was just a hobby at first. A way to get my mind off of things. But then because of a friend, somehow, I got to do Gracie Abram’s makeup for a red carpet and then I just kinda took off. Ever since then I worked with lots of different people,” you now softly applied eyeshadow to her other eye. “And then after I got to do Haillee’s makeup, she recommended me for this job, and here I am,” you noticed Florence’s eyes were looking right at yours. 

A lump formed in your throat once you realised how close you were to her. You always had to get this close to the other person while doing your job, but something about being this close to Florence felt different, almost intimate, even though the two of you had just met.

“Sorry, I said too much.”

“No, no, don’t apologise. So this is your first time working on a set, right?”

“Yes, it is,” you squint your eyes trying to find a matching foundation to her skin tone. 

“How are you liking it?” she gave you a grin, which, again, caused heat to rise to your cheeks. 

“So far so good,” you shrugged, mirroring her smile. 

[...]

It’d been a week since Florence first talked to you. The two of you became quite a pair, always being around each other. Whether it was you watching Florence do some scenes, hanging out in her trailer, grabbing lunch together, or just messing around in between scenes. 

She soon realised you were constantly on her mind. So much so, that some nights, when she face timed her little sister, she would bring you into their conversation and mumbled nonstop about you. That was when her little sister made her realise how much she actually liked you, and not just in a friendly way. It was way more than that. It was something deeper, something that made her chest warm and her stomach burn just by the thought of you.

But Florence wasn't sure if you saw her the same way. So she decided to leave subtle hints for you to pick up and figure out. She started bringing you coffee every morning, always making sure it was your coffee order; sometimes she would take you out for lunch, sometimes even dinner, trying to, subtly, imply it was actually a date but always was so afraid to admit to you. She started to text you on a daily basis, especially when she wasn’t needed on set, but she knew you were probably there. So she would text you, sometimes even call you, to know how you were doing. 

But nothing was working. You were clueless about her feelings for you. And the shooting was soon to be over, she wouldn't have that as an excuse to be constantly around you. Sure, the two of you developed a friendship, you two would probably keep in touch and stay friends, but that wasn’t what Florence wanted. It wasn't even close to what she actually wanted. 

So she had no other choice but to confess her feelings to you. If things went wrong then she probably wouldn’t have to see your stupid cute face everyday, given that the shooting will be over in two days. But if things went right, well she could only imagine what that would be like. 

So she patiently waited for the last day of shooting, still sending hints your way but it was pointless since you couldn’t pick up on them. And by the time everyones started heading to their homes, she quickly headed to your trailer. She knew you would still be there since you always were one of the last ones to leave the set. 

“Hey, you,” she said walking in your trailer.

“Hey, I thought you had already left,” you were packing your belongings. 

“Without saying goodbye, no way,” you chucked at her words. “I, um,” she cleared her throat. “I have something to tell you actually.”

She noticed her hands were starting to get a bit sweaty, her heart beating fast and felt the temperature in the room increase. 

“I’m all ears,” you were now facing her, making sure she knew she had all your attention. 

“I, um, you know what. I’m just going to spit it out: I really like you, Y/n. I’ve liked you after our first week working together. And I’ve been trying to tell you, but you didn’t seem to pick up on it. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I just had to shoot my shot. So that was it, I guess. I shot it,” she took your silence as a negative so she slowly turned around and made her way back to the door.

“Flo!” you stopped her from walking away. “Hey, where are you going? Don’t I get a say in this?” you made your way towards her, placing your hands on her shoulders. You could feel she tensed under your touch, but a second later just gave in and relaxed. 

“I just thought–” but your lips got her off her words. 

She was taken aback for a second, not sure if that was actually happening or it was just something she imagined. But once she placed her hands on your cheeks, she knew it was all real. You were there, your lips against hers. Biting, licking, sucking. A smile formed on her lips once you two pulled apart and you rested your forehead against hers. The two of you were breathing heavily. 

“So, everytime we went out, it was actually a date?” realisation hitting you.

“Yeah,” she pecked your lips. “You just couldn't take a hint, could you?”

“Well, better late than never,” you smiled at her, and soon kissed her lips once again.

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-M

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How He Flusters You — Kuroo Tetsurou

gender neutral reader, wc ≈ 0.6k, reader is a bit upset in this, overall pretty fluffy, not proofread

synopsis: the rare occasion where college!kuroo successfully flusters you…

a/n: this was originally going to be a small drabble but i found myself getting carried away again, however i really like how this turned out! please lmk if i should do the same thing with iwaizumi and oikawa :))

you’re really bummed out because you didn’t get a good grade on the exam he put so much effort into helping you study for. eventually, you facetime (or just video call for my non apple users) him to tell him the bad news.

he’s not disappointed in you. if anything, he feels terrible seeing you so down on yourself about your bad grade. so he drops everything he’s doing to hang out with you and try to lift your spirits. he tells you to stop by his dorm.

and you’re so eager to get there. you walk hastily (practically sprint) to his dorm room. when you get there, you softly knock on the door. from the other side, you can hear faint footsteps approaching the door, and it unlocking. kuroo swings the door open.

“i’m sorry, next time i’ll work even—” you start, but you find yourself lost for words once you look at kuroo. he answers the door in a pair of light gray joggers and a black t-shirt draped over his shoulder, though the first thing you notice is his toned figure.

“don’t apologize, you put in quite a lot of effort. you don’t need to ace the exam for me to be proud of you,” he praises. he’s so sincere and genuine yet so painfully unaware of how he can make you feel flustered so easily. “i know you’ll do great on the next one.”

“it means a lot,” you say in such a small voice. you mentally scoff at how bashful you are at this moment.

“let’s do something fun, yeah? maybe we can go watch a movie. the one you said you wanted to watch but couldn’t because we were studying,” kuroo’s lips curled into a smile.

“i don’t know i just-” you sigh, stepping into his dorm room and sit on his bed. “i’m sorry i let you down.”

“don’t be like that,” he says, walking over to you, sitting down next to you. “you exceeded my expectations every time.”

“so does this mean you have such low expectations for me? i’m so hurt tetsurou,” you hold back a burst of laughter as you notice his face becoming red and he tries to frantically explain that’s not what he meant. “can we just lay here? i’m not too thrilled to see the movie anymore. being in your company is enough,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze.

“we can.”

and that’s how it starts. you rest your head above his shoulder, and you find yourself subconsciously tracing your index finger against his bare chest. he takes notice of this as he looks down at you, but faintly smiles without saying anything. you begin to draw the shape of a heart on him.

“is that a heart you drew,” he looked at your finger on his chest, softly laughing joyfully. he’s words caused you to freeze. when you finally realized what you were doing, you quickly sat up.

“what are you talking about,” you replied nervously. “you know, maybe we should go watch that movie. let’s get up and go quickly.” you stood up fast, walking towards the other side of his room.

kuroo blinks at you confused, but he doesn’t ask you any questions. he just nods and quietly smirks and grabs the shirt he had folded on his nightstand.

you want to wipe the smirk off his face so badly but you can’t blame him. </3

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[toastnpretzels]

Connection

masterlist

Relationships: Fives x female!reader

Warnings: smut 18+ (MINORS DNI), vaginal fingering, public fingering, medic reader, slightly angsty

Word count: 1898

Summary: A night out to 79s doesn’t end the way you think it will.

Authors note: This is my first time writing a smut. I’m sorry if this isn’t good, just know I am trying. I’ve also got a few other things in my drafts. I only proofread this once, so sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. Also, I will be making a masterlist after I post this. Thank you for all the good feed back on the Echo imagine. It really made me continue writing. I hope you all enjoy this :)

Being friends with Fives was always easy. The conversations came easy. Fives was so outgoing. He brought out the same thing in you. You both had been friends for so long. You met the first day he had become part of the 501st. He made an attempt at flirting with one of the other medics, which had failed very badly. She walked right away from him without saying a word. As female civilian medics, you were used to it. You were around men that see very few females that aren’t their commanding officers, of course you would be hit on. You’ve been hit on more times than you can count, although you never know if it’s from the drugs from whatever injury they are facing or if they are just being themselves.

The week had been long. The 501st had not been on Coruscant in a very long time. The first night was spent differently for everyone, some going to see secret significant others, others going to celebrate, and some just sleeping. For you and Fives, it was going to 79s with many of his other brothers. You loved going out with everyone, but it was becoming increasingly hard with Fives. Of course, you would start catching feelings for one of your closest friends. You tried so hard not to, but it was bound to happen. Between his flirty personality and his overall genuine care for you, there was no way you wouldn’t start feeling something. But every time, Fives would leave with someone else. You knew he wasn’t hurting you on purpose, but it still stung every time. The way he would dance with a new girl every night, the way he would kiss them in the corner where he thought no one would see, it all hurt you. But it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know how you felt.

Tonight was different. Fives hadn’t left the booth where you and the rest of the 501st were sitting. Jesse and Kix had already both left with someone, leaving you with Tup and Dogma still sitting with you and Fives, but eventually they left to find someone as well. You expected this night to go the same as always, with some girl grinding on Fives and you leaving before you had to witness anymore. But Fives stayed.

“Why aren’t you going out there?”

“Why aren’t you out there? I don’t think I’ve seen you go home with a single person anytime we’ve came here,” Fives says while taking a sip of his drink. How did he even notice that? You never thought he would notice when you leave, being too busy wrapped around whatever girl he wanted for the night.

“It’s not really my type of thing to hook up with people. I prefer having a connection. Makes the experience so much better,” you said, trying to hide that the real reason was because you wanted to leave with him.

“What makes it better?”

He looks right at you with this stupid smirk on his face. Maker, he looked good tonight. You swallowed the rest of your drink before answering.

“Have you ever had sex with a someone you had feelings for? I don’t know how to explain it but it just feels so much better than with someone that you just met. Even if its not someone you love, just having a connection makes it better. Like having feelings for someone and being able to show it in a physical way,” you say. It sounds stupid in your head, but it’s the only explanation you can give without letting your emotions come spilling out.

“And what if I said I had feelings for you?”

You look up at him. He’s staring at you with the same stupid smirk from before. He must be joking.

“Please don’t say something like that if you are just trying to get a quick release from me,” you say quietly while looking away. You feel like you are going to cry. Why would he do something like this?

“Mesh’la please look at me. I would never treat you that way. I’ve had feelings for you the entire time. I know I have a horrible way of showing it, but that’s why I’m telling you now. Ever since the first day when you laughed at my horrible attempted at getting someone else’s attention. I knew I had picked the wrong person to flirt with from the very start.”

Fives moves his hand to cup your face. He looks at you with so much love in his eyes. You can’t believe you ever even thought that he would use you. This is your Fives, the one that cares so much about the people he loves, the one that would never hurt someone intentionally.

“Why did you wait so long to say something?”

He looks down and laughs a little. Even now his laugh is still cute.

“I couldn’t ruin the friendship we had. I’ve never had a friend like you. You mean the world to me. I just couldn’t keep going on acting like I didn’t feel something for you, like I hadn’t been wishing that every girl I’ve been with was you,” he says while looking back at you. He wipes the single tear that had escaped your eye.

“I have feelings for you too. I didn’t realize until it was too late. If I would’ve known you felt the same way, I would’ve said something.”

Fives smiles and leans in, letting his lips feel yours for the first time. Heat starts to rise throughout your body. Fives starts trailing his hands along your sides, settling them on your hips for the time being. You let your fingers slide through the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging a little. At this, he slips his tongue into your mouth. The feeling of his tongue gliding over yours is starting to become not enough. You can feel how your body aches for him. The kiss feels more heated, more hungry, every second.

Fives pulls away from your lips and starts to kiss down your neck. You let out a small gasp as he sucks a mark onto you. Your entire body is screaming for him to take you right here, not caring if anyone else sees. You aren’t sure if it is the feeling of the drink running through your body, or just the sensation of him touching you. It seems he is feeling the same way as you as he pulls away from your neck to look in the eyes. He looks just as a mess as you are, lips swollen from the kiss.

“Would you let me finger you in this booth?”

Fives glides his hands up your thigh. You couldn’t have made a better decision by wearing a dress tonight. The feeling of his hand slowly moving up is making your entire body pulse with need. You didn’t think tonight would end with a confession, let alone something so exhilarating happening in the back corner of 79s where anyone could walk over at any moment. His fingers ghost over your panties, now soaked through at the thought of him. You nod at him.

“Please, I need you,” you sigh as his finger presses slightly on your clit.

“Maker, your soaked. All of this just for me?”

Your head is spinning just from the feeling of him softly rubbing up and down your clothed clit. Your pussy is throbbing with need, enough that you are ready to cry with how badly you need him.

“Fives, please more.”

“Shh ill take care of you. You are going to cum on my fingers, then I’m going to take you back to the barracks where I can fuck you with no one else around,” he whispers in your ear, making you whine in anticipation.

As he finishes, he grabs at the waist band of your panties and pulls them down. You shift your hips up to help him take them off. Once they are around your ankles, Fives leans down to grab them and tucks them into his pocket. He brings his hand back up to your thigh. His touches are so soft making you ache for his fingers. As you’re ready to beg, he brings his finger to your clit. The smallest touch has you gasping again.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet for me. We wouldn’t want anyone interrupting us would we?”

Fives presses his lips to your neck as he circles your clit. Your whole body is screaming with need as he continues to tease you. The touches are too light, too slow. It’s slowly driving you insane.

He finally brings his finger down from your clit to your entrance. You can feel yourself dripping onto his fingers already. He slips the tip of his middle finger into your entrance, the feeling making you want to scream out with just how good it feels. Your body is screaming for more as he continues to push his finger in slowly. He finally pushes it all the way in and curls it up. You whine out loud on accident. Fives stops his assault on your neck and puts his mouth over your own instead. He pulls his finger almost all the way out, just to then push it back in harder. He continues doing this, his palm rubbing against your clit every time his hand bottoms out. He keeps doing this, making you whine into his mouth with each push of his hand. You can hear the wet sounds coming from below you. He pulls his finger out slowly this time, making you whine again in protest.

“Think you can take another? I think you can,” he says as he pulls away from your lips. You nod your head, just wanting to feel more of him.

You clench around his fingers as he adds in another. It feels so good, too good for only being his fingers. He pumps them in faster and harder than before. Your head drops against his shoulder. You quietly moan and whine into his ear as his thumb comes up to circle your clit. Thank the maker for the loud music or else someone would have for sure heard you, from the small whines or the wet squelch coming from under the table. He begins kissing your neck again, nipping and leaving marks. You can feel yourself hurdling toward one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

“Cum on my fingers baby. Be a good girl for me, you can do it,”

At the sound of his voice, you feel yourself hit your peak. He kisses you again to swallow your moans. It washes over you in waves. You can’t feel your legs, just the pleasure coursing through your veins from just his fingers. You’ve soaked his hand and surely the seat below you. He pulls away again and kisses your forehead. He pulls his fingers out slowly, being careful not to overstimulate you. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them in. You can already feel your body becoming hot with need again.

“How was that?”

He has that stupid smirk on his face again. You giggle at that. Was he really asking like he didn’t just give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had?

“Can we leave now? I would like you to keep your promises of fucking me tonight.”

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Make Damn Sure (Robert Renfield x Reader) Oneshot

A/N: before you all ask, yes this is Lust For Life written from Renfield's perspective. BUT, in my defence, people like how I write Renfield sooooooo, i hope you all enjoy. word count: 1,623 warnings: not proofread, mentions of blood and a corpse, renfield being renfield, song fic so lyrics to MakeDamnSure by Taking Back Sunday

"I'm gonna make damn sure that you can't ever leave. No, you won't ever get too far from me. You won't ever get too far from me. " - Taking Back Sunday

You've got this new head filled up with smoke, and I've got my veins all tangled close.

A loud, noisy street in the middle of New Orleans. And yet, I walk these streets alone, as I always have. Men and women pass by me, loudly wishing me a happy mardi gras. A mere head nod is all I can give them back. Once again, it is a curse I bare that he is gone. Dracula is dead and gone.  Do you I have a purpose anymore? No more running about, taking innocent lives, and looking for places to relocate. What do I do? Sure, I have the group and all the talking. But yet, I can’t help about find myself growing sadder every time I hear a new story of suffering and emotional pain. These people always add advice, but it almost feels like no one cares.  And I have Rebecca, the love of my life. Is she really the love of my life? What does that phrase even mean? Do I genuinely love her?

To those jukebox bars, you frequent. The safest place to hide.

Now, I pass by a corporate market. A large, garish sign read "Howdy’s." God, the lights felt blinding against my eyes. A man rushes past me, mumbling something under his breath. It didn’t matter what he said to me since the street was so loud, and I was stuck in my head. All I wanted was a quiet night indoors. But all I get is my unstoppable thoughts and bright lights from the city. Nothing is gained for this, but everything is lost. Maybe something different. A different girlfriend, location, or diet. Something different.

Suddenly, I feel a shoulder hit my arm. The woman looks up at my face and studies it for a moment. Her hair shone gently in the light of the sign. Her messager bag slowly fell off her shoulder. She seems thrown together and tired from a long shift.

 "Can I help you?" she asks, a polite tone ringing.

My face froze up; I had to say something. 

"Hi-yes, please help me," I spat out.

A long night spent with your most obvious weakness, you start shaking at the thought.

Her eyes just stared back at me as my hands grew closer together. It almost felt like she was studying me– my body, hair, eyes. An older-looking man comes into my field of vision, still wearing his uniform.

"(Y/N), you know this boy?” the man yells at her.

"Um, yeah, I do. This man is my-" she pauses, looking at me. "Boyfriend." she spits out.

"Really? What’s his name?" he asks suspiciously.

She, of course, dodges the question. "Yes, we talk all the time. We’re best friends."

"I wouldn’t say that," I mumble in reply.

"Seriously? You call this poor boy your boyfriend, and you can’t even tell me his name." her coworker replied.

"Shut up, Jim." she replied, "I do know his name."

"Don’t you think you should say it then?"

A long pause. "C’mon. Can we not fight in front of your so-called boyfriend?" Jim looked past me, and I could feel the man’s eyes fall toward the ground. 

You are everything I want. Because you are everything I'm not.

"No, you’re right, Jim. This boy has intrigued me as she did all those months ago. Let me talk to him just a bit longer." she say.  

"Aw, fine," he rolls his eyes. As the woman got closer, she continued her silent studying, noticing all stains and holes on my suit jacket. I’ve never felt more exposed, even though I was fully clothed. My shoes felt like they were too small for my feet, and my button-down shirt felt like it was too big for my newspaper-shaped body. I must come off as homeless, or better yet, a zombie.

She spoke again, this time in more of a whisper. "Listen, man, I am so sorry about that boyfriend thing. My coworker is so nosy sometimes and doesn’t know when to keep things to himself."

My eyes focus, finally looking into her eyes as I turn around. She didn’t need me anymore. I filled her purpose of being a three-second-worth of a boyfriend. 

"It's fine; I can find help elsewhere. It’s no worry."

And we lay, we lay together. Just not too close, too close. 

"You don’t get it. I didn’t say I wouldn’t help." the woman said, letting the bag she was holding fall to the ground. "What can I help you with?"

My eyes can’t help but look down, admiring every little bit like she did me. Her figure was so perfect. I could hold her in my arms like two puzzle pieces. "It is hard to explain-"

"Hit me. I’ve done some fucked-up shit before." 

Her voice dropped a tone as she completed her sentence. For a second, I thought she had suddenly become ill. I nod slowly and ask her to follow me. This is messed up. Here I am, letting an innocent girl help me move a body into my car so my master can be fed. My heart can’t help but pump more blood as I think about it. My hands flex and tense, trying to rid my newfound sinking feeling. An alley about a block from where I had first met her. I finally led her to the dead man: covered in his blood. Her body became rigid and stone-cold, but her face told a different story. 

"JESUS CHRIST!" she yelps, covering my eyes.

I am quick to hush her, covering her mouth. "Hey, it's okay. I didn’t kill this guy. I just found him." 

I’m not usually the type to lie in cases like this. But… this woman was different. Her soft lips- I mean, her mouth could tell others, and I might get jail time. 

How close is close enough?

I wipe my hands on my coat and hold the woman’s wrists gingerly. She drops my hands, briefly looking at the body again.

"Who are you?-" she asks, her voice and hands shaking like leaves.

"Robert Montague Renfield, and everything is going to be fine-"

"THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF FINE ‘BERT!" she screams, her eyes looking in every direction.

I cover her mouth again. She gives me this look, a look I can’t describe. We continue to stand like that until her breath finally slows down. I remove my hand, still worrying that she might scream again.

"Hush, you said you’d help. Please…" My eyes went soft. I dragged her into something she didn’t want to do. And she made that very clear with all her screaming and fighting.

I nod my head. This is the scariest moment of my life.

"Okay… fine. I’ll do it." the woman says, giving in to defeat. 

"Also, not that it matters, but it's Robert, not ‘Bert.’"

And we lay, we lay together. Just not too close, too close.

"That’s what I said, but okay. What do you want me to do?" the woman says, her hands making random gestures.

I look at the body and back at her. She’s scanning me again. My pupils dilate for a moment, looking at her face. 

"You grab your feet. I’ll take the head." I tell her.

She nods again and starts picking up the corpse by the feet. She is good with directions. Oh, she’s a good girl.

I grab the head by its hair and slowly move it into the palms of my hands, covering the ears. I jerk my head, ushering her towards my car. Starting with the hair, we shove him into the trunk. I take one final look and close the door. 

"Thank you for helping me… I’m sorry I completely forgot to ask your name." I let out a long sigh. "It's been a long night."

She lets out a soft laugh. "It's fine, really. It's (Y/N)."

"(Y/N)..." I repeat. "What a beautiful name."

"Well, it's no Renfield." she laughs again.

I extend my hand to her. She looks at me, puzzled.

I just wanna break you down so badly. Well, I trip over everything you say.

Suddenly, as she steps towards me, I notice her body is sparkly. Oh lord, another vampire? Like I need another one in my life. My eyes go wide.

"It's body glitter… like Twilight. Y’know sparkly vampires… Edward Cullen."

"Oh." I place my hand over my chest. "I thought you were really oily or something. I get what you mean."

"No, but I’ve always wanted to meet a vampire." 

Her eyes glaze over as she pictures a knight in shining black armor. Or at least, that’s what I assume.

"Well… I know a guy. I mean- he’s my boss, but I don’t think he’d mind." I mumble.

Her eyes go wide but quickly shrink.

She coughs. "Yes, I think it’d be cool to meet him… if he’s available."

"Okay, do you want to drive, or shall I?"

"I’ll drive. It's alright. Now, gimme those car keys." she says, urging her to hand her my keys.

As I toss her my car keys, she looks at my small, white cat keychain hanging off my apartment key. She seems to be in love with the thing, staring at it as she moves it back and forth in her fingers. Before getting too distracted, I cough, and she finally snaps out of her gaze. We hop in the car, and she turns on the engine, slowly backing out of the parking space.

This is going to go horribly. 

I just wanna break you down so badly in the worst way.

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Some Strangers (Part 3 to Someone Else) // (Marcus Pike x GN!Reader)

Word Count: 3219 Warnings:  not even proofread in the slightest! I’m letting yall read this rawdawg Summary: Last part babes! This is it, the grand finale of angst! Good luck to you all and sorry for any emotional turmoil this series may have caused you 😌

Marcus’s POV

I was offering her a life, a future, with me. Because I needed to fill the void in my heart, a void the shape of you. I wanted Teresa to fit void and I tried to make her fit but she didn’t and she knew she didn’t she knew she was competing with someone else, someone who wasn’t even around anymore. So she left, I don’t blame her, I’ve become a version of myself I hate. I destroyed what I had with you for a false future, a future that was built with you. I was selfish, I am selfish, I saw something new and shiny and thought it’d fulfill the future I had with you but that was the problem. The future I wanted was only possible with you. I not only ruined that but dragged another woman into this mess as well. She’ll be fine, Teresa was with me as a distraction from Patrick, an attraction that couldn’t be ignored. Now she’s with the man she wanted and I’m alone. I deserve the ache and pain I’m feeling, the heavy guilt that sits on my shoulders, I hate what I did and who I became. 

I was able to start anew in Washington. The pain never left me but no one knew my horrific actions, the man who had been divorced once and later left his soulmate for a woman he barely knew all because she was new and exciting. I went to work and lived my life day-to-day quite ordinarily. Never socialized, I couldn’t hide my pain well enough to socialize or make friends. But this false sense of security came to a screaming halt when I was told I’d be returning to California for a case. There I’d face Teresa, who was happy with Patrick and the city where I made my biggest mistake. 

As much as I hated the idea of going my heart leapt at the chance. You were there, I’d be close to you. I could visit you. I could, but I won’t. I know you don’t want to see me. When I think of you I’m reminded of how amazing you are and how much I love you but for you, I remind you of pain and heartbreak, that anyone can leave no matter how much you love them. I’m not just a ghost in your life but a haunting, a poltergeist. My actions haunt you every day, have changed your view of the world and yourself in the worst way possible, I’ve instilled fear in you. 

I’ve arrived at my old office, I’m not working with Teresa’s team but God isn’t kind enough to spare me entirely.

“Can I help you?” an all too familiar voice asks, breaking me from the report I was filling out.

I turn to see him, Patrick Jane, the man Teresa left me for, the man she wanted me to be.

“Jane.”

“Mike… Hello,” he welcomes awkwardly, surprised at my presence, understandable. 

“I’m uh here consulting on a case, was a last-minute assignment,” I explain, avoiding the elephant in the room.

“Beard looks good.”

He’s starting to piss me off, I don’t know what he wants, if he wants me to beg for information about Teresa and make him feel like more of a man but he’s already won. He’s got the girl of his dreams; Teresa, and I have lost mine; you.

“It’s for an undercover thing,” I pause, he wants to acknowledge the elephant in the room, “so, you and her?” I finally ask.

He makes his way closer, “Yeah, um, I’m sorry we’d- we didn’t intend for it to happen like this.” He almost seemed genuinely apologetic, something I didn’t expect, I thought I’d come back here a hated man, not a pitied one. “I know the last thing on her mind was hurting you.”

The words hurt because it's exactly what I did to you, unintentionally hurt you, I never wanted to hurt you.

“I know that,” I respond quickly, trying to get this over with as soon as possible, trying to forget the pain I feel while here. My eyes dart around the room looking for an escape but there is none. 

I take a breath, Teresa and Patrick, the perfect couple, will probably live a picturesque life like the one you and I planned together before I burned it to the ground. 

“So do you have a plan?” I ask, thinking about the future I promised you and then tried to force upon Teresa. My tone and demeanour have become more hostile, not at Jane but rather at myself for losing the future I wanted.

“I- I don’t really understand,” Jane plays dumb, he wants 

“Well, I was offering her a life,” a life I planned and built with you, that I wanted to fulfill with you, “a home, a family if she wanted it,” a home I wanted to come home to, to see knick knacks you’d decorate the place with, a home where you’d be at ease. A family we made together, maybe kids running around with sticky fingers or just gathered friends and loved ones around our dining room table. “A future,” that only has meaning with you in it. “Have you thought about any of that?” Does Patrick think about the very real future he has with Teresa? Because I think about the future I could have had with you every damn day.

“I haven’t thought that far ahead yet,” Patrick answers. 

He has a real potential future with Teresa, they’ve known each other for years, and he hasn’t thought about what their future may look like, while I still dream about what our future could have been. I look back when I first started thinking about the future with you in it and panicked because I thought I was moving too fast and that if I voiced my thoughts I’d scare you away. Little did I know that you were thinking the same thing, secrets we each kept until one fateful night months down the line. 

If Patrick doesn’t think about his future… what is it he wants from her? “Well… what’re you offering her?” I ask quizzically, confused about how a couple can seem to love each other so furiously and not think about their future together. Maybe it’s because Jane has never had to worry about his future romantically, he believes people will always be banging at his door to get a taste, “I mean other than Patrick Jane,” I add with venom, angry at the situation I find myself in in comparison to Jane. 

We don’t get any further as Teresa’s lone voice pierces the silent room.

 “Hey,” she says politely announcing her presence, clearing looking for Jane. 

Jane excuses himself, passing Teresa while whispering some cute pet name. Teresa scans the room nervously as I approach, wanting to talk without listening ears hearing, she has the same question Jane did when he realized it was me.

“What’re you doing here?” she asks.

“I’m consulting on a case, just had to fill out a deposition,” I finish with a sad sigh. When I look at Teresa all I see is the pain in your eyes when I told you about her. Before, when I saw her and you disappeared from my mind, now? You’re all I can think about.

I don’t let her prolong the conversation, “anyway, it was good to see you, Teresa.”

“You too, Marcus,” she says meekly. 

I acknowledge Jane with a curt nod and go to leave, happy to get out of the office. I'm about to reach the doorway and breathe a sigh of relief when Teresa calls out, “They’re still here,” she says with some urgency. 

I stop in my tracks but don’t turn, I don’t know what she means yet or if she’s even talking to me, but then she says your name. I haven’t heard your name out loud in what feels like millennia, it’s sharp yet refreshing like ice. You don’t just live in my head, you’re still real, you still have a life to live that isn’t the fantasy in my head. I turn to look at Teresa, having so many questions I want to ask, to pick every bit of information she has about you but I don’t get the chance.

“I think it’d be good if you saw each other. Maybe buried the hatchet,” she says with a reassuring nod. Then she goes to the nearest table and begins writing on a scrap piece of paper. “I think you need it, the both of you,” she adds before joining Jane and leaving. The paper has a phone number. Your phone number.

– Second Person POV, Past –

Life had been… boring… grey without Marucs. You weren’t miserable, you’d found a new normal, a new baseline. You weren’t happy or sad, but not numb or robotic either… it was like you were just going through the days letting the wind blow you wherever but you also weren’t relaxed as that might suggest. You were in an in-between, neither here nor there. Until you’d gotten a text.

Your phone buzzed in the morning while you were getting ready for the day. The number wasn’t in your contact list but the message made it clear who it was from.

‘I thought you should know that Marcus and I have split. I’m telling you because he’s still living with the ghost of you, maybe you guys can work things out. -Teresa’

It felt like the text was supposed to bring you relief but it didn’t. It dwarfed you back to the melancholy feeling you were drawing in when Marcus first told you about Teresa. You didn’t think this was your chance to get him back, you didn’t feel bad that Marcus had made a mistake and still wanted you. You just felt small… your emotions were so big that you felt small. 

You didn’t know what to say to her, you didn’t owe her anything but she wasn’t at fault for anything either. You settle on something that doesn’t focus on you, on what happened.

‘I’m sorry things didn’t work out for you. I wish you guys could’ve been happy.’

The text is heartbreakingly true. Marcus hurt you and you still loved him, always would, but because of that, you wanted him happy even if the cost was you. You accepted living a miserable life while watching him and Teresa get married, have kids, and grow old together, because at least then Marcus would still exist in your world even if you didn’t exist in his.

Nothing more came out of that text. You’re thankful for that. You got to truck on in your grey life and not be set back or thrown in a whirlwind.

– Second Person POV, Present –

As more time passed you healed. Your smile became less fake. You didn’t forget about Marcus but in a way… you did. Marcus didn’t rule over you as a gloomy cloud anymore. This was not a result thanks to you and you alone, you credit your therapist for a lot of it. Even though your therapist would tell you that you’re the one who sought therapy, that you’re the one who kept up with it, that you’re the one who did the work. And you 100% are that person, you are to thank them while also acknowledging the help their guidance provided.

You felt new like you’d broken out of the dead shell Marcus left you in. You’re on the way home from a decent day when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, you glance at it and see a number you don’t recognize. At first, you think it to be a scam but then your eyes skim the message and you know it’s not. You also know that whatever is within the text while requires your full attention so you pocket it and try not to overthink it for the time being. 

You’re happy to get home, it finally feels like your safe space, the place where you're most comfortable. So once you drop your things you debate whether you settle in or read the text. You decide to settle in, you’ll feel better, you want to read it when the rest of the day and done. You unpack your bag and change while trying not to let your mind catch fire with anticipation.

Finally, you sit down and open the text. 

‘I know this is random and we have no relation or obligations to one another but Marcus is in town. Patrick and I ran into him in the office, he’s in for a case. I’m not here to tell you that he looks miserable because he doesn’t but he’s… I don’t know, grown. And I know his actions still haunt him. I hope the two of you can meet, even just for coffee, to lay everything to rest.’

Her message is cordial and not pushy. It’s dawned on you since her last message that she’s so eager for you and Marcus to bury the hatchet because she saw his aftermath. You might have healed but he might not have, he might still have something to get off his chest. You don’t owe him anything to help him heal or clear his conscious. You don’t pity him or feel sympathy but you do still love and care about him, maybe not the same way you once did, but you still do nonetheless. You let out a loud sigh before you begin typing.

‘Do you have his number?’

‘No but I know how we can do this’

A little bit later you get a text from Teresa that tells you that you and Marcus will meet at a nearby lounge after work. From what she tells you, you think it sounds all too inconspicuous, like he’s being kidnapped but after some further discussion, it was the easiest way without getting anyone in trouble.

A few days later you find yourself putting more effort into your look. You tell yourself it isn’t for Marcus and it isn’t, you’re not trying to win him back with your looks, you just want to put your best foot forward with him. A small part of you is even excited, the old you that’s still with Marcus. Another louder voice is terrified. You think of him and worry that all you’ll be able to see and think about is how awful he left you, broke you. You put effort in to try and drown out the voices as well, you can’t feel bad when you look good right?

You make you’re way to the lounge at the set time, and see Marcus seated alone. You go to join him, your heart is in your throat and you suddenly feel nauseous. When Marcus sees you his eyes widen and he freezes for a moment before abruptly standing from his chair. He whispers your name in disbelief and his shocked reaction tells you that Teresa didn’t tell him you’d be showing up. 

“Marcus,” a beat of silence, “I take it Teresa didn’t tell you I was coming?”

“N-no, no, she uh- said something about an agent and I meeting for a case, I-”

You can’t help but laugh at how nervous he is. You finally nod and explain, “yeah, no. That’s not what’s happening, umm, I was told you were in town and I was hoping we could meet and-” and what? I don’t know. 

“Of course, yeah-” he agrees. 

You smile, he looks good, he has some facial hair but it suits him. Then you realize that the two of you are standing awkwardly at a table, “guess I’ll take a seat,” you tease yourself. 

Marcus moves and says he’ll help you, “oh no, I got it, don’t worry, sit down,” you reassure. 

Finally, the two of you are seated and there is an awkward silence. Both of you try to start a conversation at the same time.

“Oh, sorry, you go ahead,” the both of you say at the same time. Which ends up in the both of you laughing. 

Marcus feels his heart come to life again when he hears your laugh. He doesn’t realize how much he missed this, misses you. But if he is honest he knows he doesn’t deserve your smile, your laugh, your love. After, what he did he doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t expect you to want him back either. Life feels more colourful than usual when he sees you but a part of his chest aches because he knows that this is no longer his, all because of him. 

“How have you been?” you ask with a smile.

“Uh, good… I guess”

“You guess?”

“Yeah, I just… there’s been a lot going on between the move and then work and- you know, just busy,”

You nod solemnly, “I’m sorry about you and Teresa by the way. I really did want it to work out for you,”

Marcus can’t help but look away, filled with guilt.

“Yeah I don’t think I wanted wanted it to work with her…” he says quietly. 

“What?” you ask with your brows furrowed. 

Marcus looks away and clearly becomes nervous, “I didn’t want Teresa as Teresa. I… we got together and all I wanted was for her to be you. That… that was what ended our relationship, I was trying to make her into someone she wasn’t because she isn’t who I wanted.”

Oh, you think. “Oh…” you say aloud upon realization. 

Marcus nods guiltily, “yeah… I hurt you and dragged another woman into the mess all for… something I still can’t quite understand.”

“Marcus… I’m sorry but we can’t- I’m just not-,” you sigh, “we can’t just get back together,” you explain painfully, both because you are reminded of the pain he caused and because it feels like you’re saying ‘good-bye’ to him again.

“Oh no no! I wasn’t implying that- I just, I needed you to know that… there was nothing ever wrong with you. You had everything I wanted and for some reason… I tried finding that in another woman…” Marcus explains. 

You nod, a heavy silence covering the both of you. 

“So are you staying or going to be around for a while?” you ask Marcus curiously. 

“I’m not sure, until the case is solved for sure but… afterwards… I’m not quite sure what I’m doing,” Marcus scoffs at himself.

“Well… don’t stay away because of me.” you say softly, “I was able to find my peace and you deserve that too… and maybe if you’re going to be around for a while we can find time like this every now and again, and just get the closure we both need.”

Marcus’s eyes light up at the thought of seeing you again and his chest aches at the thought of being so close to you, living in the same city, but not being able to love you how he wants. He looks at you and sees a new person, a bright, smiling, lively person who isn’t letting their past haunt them and Marcus knows that that means the door for him is closed. It hurts but he doesn’t fault you, you deserve it and like you said, maybe he does too.

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the lights and noise are blinding // academic affairs part two

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Pairing: Jesper Fahey x gn!Reader

A/N: Back again with a Jesper x Reader fic! This is part two to a miniseries I started, so please read part one before this one. You can find the link to the miniseries masterlist right under the author's note :)

This is part two of an ongoing miniseries! Find the miniseries masterlist here!

Summary: The reader goes out to meet Jesper at the Crow Club to give him back his jacket. Or are there other reasons involved?

Genre: Fluff, a tad bit of Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 5.6K

Warnings: Gambling, drinking, typical Crow Club shenanigans, poor proofreading

“Sooo, who’s the lucky guy or gal that managed to pry you away from the library every once in a while?” You almost choked on your tea in response, clearly not expecting your previously semi-serious academic discussion to take that turn.

“What do you mean?” 

“Oh, don’t act dense, Y/N!” your friend groaned, grabbing the textbook out of your hands and tossing it to the couch next to you. You let out a dissatisfied huff, folding your arms in front of your chest to signalise that you were not about to be involved in any sort of gossip she was about to wring from you. “The jacket. It’s so not your style. Definitely not yours.” 

She pointed to the rust-coloured leather jacket that you had slung over the backrest of your chair. Jesper’s jacket. It had been over three weeks since that fateful encounter at the institute and, regrettably, he had been on your mind ever since. You had no idea why it took him so long to come back to the University District, but you began to worry that something might have happened to him. Having an article of clothing that constantly reminded you of him only managed to distract you even more.

After the first week of him not showing up to see you, you began taking his jacket with you to university; just to have it at the ready once he came to get it back. You hadn’t intended on wearing it as often as you did, - quite frankly, you hadn’t intended on wearing it at all - but whenever your eyes would find it hanging on your coat rack in the mornings, you just couldn’t help yourself. By now it didn’t even smell like him anymore. The strong smell of gunpowder mixed with cinnamon and what you assumed to be his cologne had lingered in your flat for close to four days and you had to admit that you were a bit disappointed that it had ebbed away that quickly. 

Saints, you sounded insane. You barely knew him!

“Well,” you stammered, your brain going into overdrive while you attempted to search for a believable lie. Your friend raised her brows almost comically high, a shit-eating grin spread all over her face while she watched you haggle for words. Maybe you’d just have to settle on telling half-truths instead of lies. “It’s not like that, Mila. He’s just a friend.” She snorted, giving an incredulous look which you tried to ignore as best as you could.

“A very good friend I assume?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “Like I said, we’re just friends. He came by to visit me at the institute a few weeks ago and gave me his jacket for my way home because I had left mine at home. Nothing more and nothing less.”

Mila was visibly dissatisfied with your answer, still looking at you as if you had just told her something utterly otherworldly. “And he didn’t want it back?”

“He told me that he’d drop by to get it, but he obviously didn’t do that yet.”

“He’s probably still busy thinking about more ways to ask you out after his first attempt of giving you his jacket seemed to have flown completely over your head.”

“Mila!” you laughed before you bent down and picked up the previously discarded textbook, giving her a few gentle slaps on the shoulder with it.

“Okay, okay! I’ll drop it!” she yelped, blocking your assault by putting her arms in front of her. “But I have to admit, this jacket does look nice. You should genuinely think abo- ow!”

“Jesper, what’s going on?” Inej sighed, finally taking it upon herself to ask the sharpshooter why he had been acting even more erratically than usual during the last few weeks. 

He looked up at her from his spot on the couch, biting the inside of his cheek as he thought about a possible explanation for his restlessness. The only problem was, that he really didn’t know why he felt so on edge recently; he only knew that it had to have something to do with your appearance in his life. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way your face had been lit up by the welcoming light of the oil lamp, the warm feeling of your hand on his thigh, or the wide smile you gave him when he gave you his jacket. It intoxicated him, made him reckless and stupid. He wanted to see you again, but he also needed to ensure that he could keep seeing you afterwards.

“What are you talking about?” he laughed nervously, tapping his foot to at least be in some sort of movement. 

Inej sat down next to him, laying a hand on his knee which he promptly jerked away. He didn’t know why he did that, but something about her almost motherly behaviour ticked him off. Her gesture was very similar to yours, yet it just wasn’t the same. Inej wasn’t you.

Thankfully, she didn’t use this sudden reaction against him, merely giving him a concerned glance before pulling her hand away. “You’ve been acting…different recently, Jes. I worry about you, what’s on your mind?”

“I don’t know what you mean, nothing is wrong.” He had the urge to stand up and leave. Inej’s scrutinising gaze made his instinct to flee stronger than ever.

“I don’t believe you.” She didn’t catch his pleading eyes that begged her to drop it. Or maybe she did and just didn’t care enough to stop. “Ever since you came back late that one night three weeks ago, you started acting like you have something that is bothering you. Something happened and it’s been on your mind since then. I just want to know how we can help you, please.” 

Jesper let his hand run over his face in exasperation. He knew that lying to the Wraith would be futile, she’d figure it out eventually anyway, but the nagging voice inside his head told him to keep this one secret. To keep you for himself.

“I promise you, there’s nothing wrong. I’m fine. You don’t need to worry.” There’s nothing any of you could do to help me anyway.

He could see the apprehension in her eyes. She didn’t want to leave him in this state, however, if he wasn’t willing to talk to her, there was not much she could do to change that. Unwillingly, she stood up, giving him a curt nod before turning to leave. 

She paused at the threshold of the door, casting another hopeful glance at her friend. “Just so know, should you ever want to talk about…whatever it is that’s on your mind, I’m always there to listen.” With that, she was gone, soundlessly slipping through the dim cracks of the Slat like the phantom she always had been.

The room was draped in silence again, the weight pressing down on his chest and burying him underneath it. If he didn’t take the initiative to see you again soon, he’d probably never bring himself to do it. 

For now, he needed another type of distraction though.

You hadn’t been able to focus on the books in front of you for the entire day, especially not after your friend had pointed out the fact that Jesper still hadn’t been back to retrieve his jacket. You were seriously starting to think about all the worst-case scenarios, ranging from him getting stabbed and thrown into the harbour to him being taken by the Dime Lions and tortured in some dim basement. Even though it was a terribly stupid idea, you decided to take matters into your own hands. 

Quickly, you pulled on the most casual-looking outfit you owned, throwing it on carelessly before grabbing his jacket and leaving your flat. Going to the Barrel alone and in the middle of the night could definitely be added to the list of your less intelligent decisions, but you couldn’t help thinking about the damned sharpshooter and whether or not he was alright. You needed to see him with your own eyes to calm every erratic nerve pestering you about it.

The walk to the Crow Club was a bit longer than you had expected. You had been here before, right after your first semester ended and you and your friends wanted to go out to get drinks since the clubs in the University District were more like glorified cafés than actual bars. It wasn’t your kind of establishment though, filled to the brim with pushy men or other odd figures looming around every corner. Nevertheless, you tried to look past your previous experience and still find some entertainment in your uncharacteristic nightly expedition. You were here for a very specific reason this time. A charming, lanky reason, that is.

Upon pushing open the already battered wooden door that lead to the club, you were met with the pungent smell of cigarette smoke, spilt alcohol and what you assumed to be vomit. You looked around the room cautiously, rooted to your spot next to the door. A few people thrust past you, laughing almost maniacally as they staggered outside, visibly drunk. This really was not your kind of establishment. 

It wasn’t as crowded as you had expected it to be, however, it was deafeningly loud. People yelled, laughed and quarrelled loud enough for the words to reverberate inside the cramped space around you. Jesper really did fit right into this mess of a place.

Speaking of the devil, when your eyes landed on one of the gambling tables at the other end of the room, you spotted exactly the person you were looking for. He sat at the head of the table, shaking a pair of dice inside his hands and letting them hit the crimson cloth with a certain skilfulness one mainly saw in people that frequented dens like this. You frowned at that thought. Him being a gambler would explain a lot; his relationship with his father, his indenture to the Dregs, the thrill of always seeking something to bring up his adrenaline. But it also reminded you of your father; a man lost in the game, barely ever having enough money to take care of himself and eventually getting swallowed by the constant need for something he just couldn’t win. Needless to say, this habit hadn’t worked out well for him.

Still, you decided to weave through the crowded room, avoiding the prying eyes of the other patrons who seemingly had nothing better to do than to stare at people that didn’t quite fit in here. The closer you got, the more of the table you saw. The other men sitting next to him looked decades older than him, sunken in faces, uncombed hair and crooked grins on all of their faces. There was also a younger boy standing next to him, leaning against the wall and casting woeful glances at Jesper. His hair was an eye-catching shade of red, some strands almost shimmering golden as the light hit him. He looked a bit too frail for the Barrel, small shoulders, shy eyes and a generally pretty defenceless stance, but somehow, he seemed to fit in better than you ever could. Occasionally, he tried to speak to the sharpshooter, who in return, only dismissed him with what you assumed to be a playful or teasing comment, leaving the younger-looking boy with flushed cheeks every time.

You approached the table slowly, mentally going through all the possible ways you could begin a conversation. None of your initial ideas felt right, judging by the fact that you literally only met him once. What could you even say to make this not completely awkward for the both of you?

 Hey, I don’t know if you still remember me, I was the person that saved your ass a few weeks ago and with which you continued to talk for roughly three hours afterwards. Anyway, here’s the jacket that made probably everyone around me think that I have a boyfriend because I started wearing it while I waited for you to return. 

Yeah, that sounded like a great plan.

While you were still busy contemplating your words, his head turned to face you. He initially didn’t see you, the flashiness of the Barrel providing enough distraction to swallow you whole, but after doing a double take, realisation dashed over his features. You watched as he said something to the others surrounding the table, giving his red-headed friend a pat on the back before scrambling to stand up. The friend in question looked at him with a befuddled expression before shaking his head and wandering off. You wondered what kind of relationship the two of them had.

Jesper didn’t give you too much time to think about that though, since he appeared in front of you in a matter of seconds. There was a wide smile painted all over his face, and he hadn’t even seen the jacket in your arms yet. Instead, he seemed to be absolutely elated to see you. The mere thought of you having that effect on him made your heart rage against your ribcage.

“Y/N?” he asked giddily, almost as if he couldn’t quite believe that you were actually in front of him. 

His next move was a stupid one, but he acted purely on impulse. Without thinking about it, he leaned down towards you, wrapping his arms around you to engulf you in a surprisingly tight hug. You reciprocated the gesture, albeit a bit hesitantly, resting your hands on his back to not have them awkwardly hanging at your sides. Hugging him felt surprisingly welcome; you wouldn’t have complained if the two of you stayed like this forever.  

After a few moments, he pulled away, a slight hint of embarrassment filling his eyes. “I, uhm, sorry, that was inappropriate. I’m just happy to see you again,” he stammered, taking a quick step back to put some distance between you. You were almost disappointed when he did so, but you couldn’t possibly pull him towards you again. 

“Oh no, it was totally fine, don’t worry about it,” you tried to reassure him, smoothing over a few wrinkles on the jacket that was still draped across your arm. Suddenly, you remembered the reason why you came here in the first place. “I came here to bring back your jacket.” You held it out to him expectantly, waiting for him to acknowledge it.

His smile faltered ever so slightly, not enough for it to be noticeable to anyone else but him. Of course you weren’t here for him. He was delusional if he had genuinely believed that you cared enough for him to come to the Barrel just to see him again. He shouldn’t have projected his own feelings onto you this much. 

He reached out to take it from you, his fingers accidentally brushing over the exposed skin of your wrist. It felt as if this brief contact sent an electric shock through him, causing him to quickly pull away, not noticing the way your eyes latched onto the spot he touched. 

“Thank you again for lending it to me, it kept me from freezing my ass off on my way home. You didn’t come to pick it up, so I already expected that something was holding you back.” He didn’t miss the way your eyes flickered towards the cards table, swallowing thickly as he realised what you thought he did instead.

“I wanted to, I really did. But my boss wasn’t too happy about the fact that I was gone for so long. He forced me to watch the door basically every day since then as a punishment. I only got him off my back this week.” He bit his lip, not quite content with his rather clumsy delivery. “I’m sorry, I should have let you know or shown up a bit sooner. It was unfair of me to expect you to watch it this long.”

“It was no trouble at all, Jesper. I was just starting to get a bit...well, worried since you didn’t show up.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling very empty without the jacket in your hands. “I hope you don’t mind that I fixed some of the bullet holes, I assumed they weren’t there for stylistic purposes. If they were meant to be there I'll be happy to open the stitches again.” 

Jesper looked down at his jacket, immediately spotting a handful of stitches that closed the holes and rips he had been too lazy or busy to repair. He allowed his hand to trace the lines of your handiwork that were basically invisible next to the other seams of his jacket. His heart fluttered when he thought about you taking the time out of your day to sit down and sew together all of the damage he had caused. He decided to ponder all the other implications of this statement later.

“Y/N, you really didn’t have to,” he mumbled, still focused on the fabric in his hands. “That must have taken so long.”

“And you didn’t have to give me your jacket. I just wanted to even out our debts.”

“Even out our debts? I still owe you for saving me from the Dime Lions, my debt to you isn’t paid off in the slightest, sweetheart.” He bit his tongue instantly after finishing that sentence. Calling you ‘sweetheart’ was definitely pushing the limits, he was sure of it. Would you have been literally anyone else, he wouldn’t have minded. But you weren’t just anyone.

Much to his surprise, you either hadn’t noticed his slip of the tongue, or you simply didn't seem to mind. “Maybe I could accidentally walk into Dime Lion territory on my way home so that you can jump in and rescue me?”

“I’d rather you use it that pass for something less lethal.”

“Noted.”

Jesper casually slung the jacket over his shoulder, staring at you for just a little bit longer before opening his mouth again. “Care for a drink?” 

You gulped; you hadn’t prepared yourself for that offer. You actually hadn’t prepared yourself for anything other than giving him his jacket back. Of course, you wanted to stay with him for a while longer, but drinking with him while you were still unsure of how you felt seemed like a terrible idea.

“I really don’t think I should, you’re probably really busy and I don’t want you to get into more trouble. I also should probably head back home now, it’s already a bit late.”

He frowned. Everything started off so well and now you wanted to leave? This was not how he wanted your second meeting to go. “I promise you won’t bother me.” Quite the opposite actually. “And you won’t get me into trouble. Stay here a bit longer. Please?” 

“Fine,” you smiled, making his face light up in an instant. 

His free arm found its way around your shoulder, stirring you into the direction of the bar as if you wouldn’t have been able to find it on your own. Your body was flush to his side, the warmth of your skin seeping through the two layers of clothes separating you almost effortlessly. When you looked up at him briefly, he could feel your hot breath hitting his neck, and even if it was just for a split second, it made a range of goosebumps rise in its wake. His heart was going crazy inside his chest, but he tried to downplay his panic as best as he could. 

At the bar, he ordered for the both of you, quickly putting a stack of kruge in front of the bartender to keep you from attempting to pay for your own drink. “Drinks are on me,” he laughed, bumping your thigh with his and giving you a cheeky wink.  

The bartender placed two glasses of whiskey in front of you, a few ice cubes swaying in the amber liquid. He shoved your drink over to you, almost spilling some of its content in the process. It made you wonder whether he already had a few glasses before you arrived here. Jesper lifted the glass into the air and you mirrored his gesture. You let the glasses clink, the ice inside them echoing the sound as both of you put them to your lips. You’d probably regret drinking something when you still had to find your way back home later, but that thought definitely wasn’t at the forefront of your mind.

“You know,” Jesper’s voice broke the comfortable silence between you. No matter whether it was his first or third drink, the alcohol did seem to have a slight effect on him. The lopsided smile that spread over his entire served as enough proof for you to believe that. “I quite like that outfit,” he said, his eyes wandering up and down your body as if he felt the need to underline his statement. “It suits you. And it’s good to know that even someone like you is able to let loose every once in a while.”

“Someone like me? What is that supposed to mean?” you snorted, feigning offence to hide how light-headed his compliment had made you. Or maybe it was the whiskey, you weren’t quite sure.

“I didn’t mean, uhm, I meant that I didn’t expect someone as smart as you to have something so fitting to wear for an…establishment like this.” He gestured around the room roughly, ignoring the muddled glances the other customers gave him.

“Aw, you think I’m smart?”

“Probably one of the smartest people I’ve met,” he replied with surprising sincerity. He hastily put the glass back to his mouth to keep himself from spilling any more of his honest feelings.

“You haven’t met many smart people then.” You could feel the heat rise up to your cheeks and hoped that the warmth wasn’t also accompanied by a physical manifestation.

The two of you kept talking for what felt like an eternity. He ordered a few more drinks, while you were still busy nursing your first one. Walking home drunk in the middle of the night didn’t seem like the best thing to do, so you wanted to keep at least an ounce of your previous sobriety. You wanted this conversation to last forever, despite the fact that you could do without the constant shattering of glasses or drunken yelling of names. It wasn’t a noise level you were used to, but one you’d definitely be willing to endure if it meant spending more time with him.

As much as you wanted to stay, after some time you felt the weight of the day have an effect on you. You were constantly suppressing a yawn and it became harder and harder to stay focused on whatever topic Jesper was talking about now. 

“Tired much, love?” he laughed, but a faint hint of disappointment tainted his words. 

“A bit,” you yawned again, not trying to hide it this time. “I should probably go back to my flat now, I have to get up early tomorrow and I don’t think a lack of sleep will help me with that.” He gave you an acknowledging nod, not trusting his voice to stay composed. “Thank you for the evening though, I enjoyed being here…with you.”

“I enjoyed myself too,” he assured hesitantly, sliding off his chair and offering you his hand to stabilise you while doing the same.

You accepted his offered hand, carefully getting back to your feet while trying to not stumble over your own feet. When you were back on your feet successfully, you kept his hand in yours for a moment longer, letting the touch linger until it became suffocating. You quickly removed it when you saw him pursing his lips, internally praying that he didn’t think of this as weird.

What left his mouth instead went in a completely different direction. “Would you like me to bring you back home? It’s not really pleasant to walk around the Barrel during this time of the day, so maybe you’d like someone to accompany you.”

Even though you wanted to tell him that it wouldn’t be necessary, the offer sounded so tempting that you just couldn’t bring yourself to refuse it. “I’d like that.”

With a dazzling smile, he threw on his own jacket; the same jacket you had worn only a few hours prior. But of course he didn’t know that. He led you out of the club, the noise immediately fading away as he shut the door behind you. 

You walked next to each other, a fair amount of distance between you that was just close enough to imply that you were friends, but also just far enough to imply that you weren’t more. His pace was surprisingly secure, probably way securer than yours, even after more than a handful of drinks. You almost envied him for his skill of keeping himself this steady.

His pace faltered a bit when you approached a somewhat wretched multiple-story high building that had probably seen better days at some point. Two people stood in front of it, eagerly conversing about a topic you couldn’t quite make out. The man was completely clad in black, a sorrowful, almost annoyed, look on his face as he leaned on an extravagant cane with a crow’s head on top of it. You imagined that he wasn’t necessarily a pleasant person to have a conversation with and pitied the smaller woman that stood next to him. She, however, didn’t seem to be bothered by his glare at all, merely continuing to speak to him in a hushed voice. She was also dressed in black, but with a few hints of purple sticking out from beneath her cloak. Her long black hair was neatly plaited into a stiff braid that swayed behind her loosely as she moved. 

“That’s the Slat.” Jesper leaned towards you, nodding in the direction of the building you had been looking at. “All the Dregs live there. It’s kind of trashy, but it’s home nonetheless.”

“You live there too?” 

“Yep.” He pointed at one of the windows on what you assumed to be the third floor. “Right there.”

“And do you also know who-”

“Jesper!” A gruff voice cut you off rudely. It took you a second to realise that it belonged to the man with the cane, whose attention was now completely focused on the two of you. He raised his brow suspiciously when his eyes met yours. Simply making eye contact with a man this rough made the blood in your veins freeze. 

Jesper sighed, giving you an apologetic look as he turned to look at the raven-haired stranger again. “What is it, boss?” he asked, almost making you choke on your own spit.

That was his boss? Suddenly you felt even worse for stopping him from getting back to work all those weeks ago. A man like this surely didn’t have much mercy when it came to punishments.

“Tell your…company to go back home on their own and get yourself ready,” his boss ordered, a certain amount of venom lacing his voice as he spoke. “We have a job on West Stave tonight. I expect you to meet us at the Crow Club in fifteen minutes. You better hurry.”

“But Kaz, I-”

“Jesper.”

“Okay, fine,” he groaned, watching as the man disappeared inside the building again. The girl stayed there a bit longer, mouthing something that you could only think of as a silent ‘sorry’ before also taking off to go Saints know where.

Jesper turned to look at you, his previously chipper and excited demeanour completely gone, replaced by a rather sombre expression you couldn’t quite follow. “Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-”

You put up one hand to get him to stop talking, an understanding look on your face. “It’s fine, Jesper. It’s work, and as much as I would have loved to keep talking, you should probably better get going. Your boss doesn’t really seem like he’d take it too kindly if you’re late.”

“He wouldn’t,” Jesper muttered under his breath, visibly frustrated. “You sure you can get home on your own? I can ask one of my friends to keep you company. At least until you're out of the Barrel.”

“I’m sure I can handle it.” You bumped his shoulder with yours, hoping to at least bring a little smile to his lips. The corners of his lips tugged upwards a bit before he cast an anguished glance at the door of the Slat.

“I should better get going then, or else Kaz might genuinely have my head for this.”

“Which would be a real shame for someone as pretty as you.” You wanted to take the words back as soon as they slipped from your lips, knowing that this kind of flirtatious behaviour was going way too far for people who only met each other twice. But he didn’t seem to mind, a genuine grin gracing his features.

“It really would be a shame.” He pursed his lips to say something else, but you beat him to it.

“Just in case you’re interested, the offer of you dropping by to visit me at the institute still stands. With or without your jacket.”

He stood still for a second, uncharacteristically still. You feared that you had said something wrong, maybe even something inappropriate. Maybe you should have dropped the comment about the jacket. Maybe that was a bit too straightforward, too pushy. Maybe-

“You’ll be so annoyed when I actually end up taking you up on that offer.”

“I think I’ll be able to handle myself,” you laughed, a weird sense of excitement overtaking you as you turned his words around in your head. “Now go, or else your boss might rip off my head instead.”

He gave you a mock salute before turning around to leave, barely unable to contain his newfound giddiness. 

You were really in for it now.

“Who was that?” Inej threw an inquisitive look at Jesper while they trailed behind Kaz whose pace was unsurprisingly brutal today. 

“Who was what?”

“The person you were walking with earlier. I haven’t seen them around here before.” She inquired carefully, not missing the faint blush that tainted his cheeks now. “You looked quite happy with each other. Are you friends?”

Were you friends? He wouldn’t call you a stranger, or even an acquaintance, but calling you a friend made it feel like things were moving way too quickly. And maybe they were. Time seemed to be nothing more than a concept since meeting you. 

“They aren’t in the Barrel.”

Inej blew a harsh breath out of her nose, obviously dissatisfied with his less-than-sparse answer. “How do you know them then?”

“I, uhm, we’re friends…”

“Friends?”

“Friends from uni.” That wasn’t a complete lie at least.

“You managed to make friends in one week of barely going to your classes?”

“And they stuck around long enough to still be in contact with you now?” Nina chimed in as she hastily jogged up to them. Of course she wouldn’t let this sort of juicy gossip just pass by.

“Apparently they did,” Jesper grumbled. Why did they have to bring all of this up now?

“Wait.” Nina stopped dead in her tracks, narrowing her eyes while she kept on staring at the jacket he was wearing. “Isn’t that the jacket you ‘lost’ when you went on that job three weeks ago?” 

“Like I said, ‘losing’ was relative in that situation…” At this point, he would have preferred walking next to Kaz.

Inej’s eyebrows threatened to shoot off her face as she began connecting the dots. “Jesper! Are you…seeing someone?” She sounded as if it would be inappropriate to suggest that he could, in fact, be in a romantic relationship that went further than the casual hookup.

Nina’s mouth stood agape, a wicked grin spreading over her face. “Oh my Saints, are you seeing that ‘friend’ from university? Did you give them your jacket? My, my, who knew that you were such a romantic?”

“I don’t see how this is any of your business,” he stammered, speeding up his pace to fall into step with Kaz.

The girls didn’t dare to question him again that night, but they sure as hell remembered this crucial piece of information to tease him with during the following days.

When Jesper fell into bed after their job, you were still the main focus of his thoughts. He couldn’t bring himself to occupy his mind with anything else but the intoxicating feeling of your smile, or the warmth of your body against his. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even feel the need to take off anything other than his boots. 

His head dropped onto his shoulder as he lay there, wrapped up in a terrible myriad of thoughts and what-if scenarios that just didn’t want to be still. However, something about the smell of his jacket sobered him up in a matter of seconds.

It was to be expected that it would smell differently after three weeks of not being in his possession, but this scent was strong. Stronger than it should have been. It smelled clean and homey, a mixture of scented candles, old books and some floral perfume he hadn’t smelled before.

No.

He had smelled it before.

Of course, it was your perfume. 

He sat up straight, shrugging off the jacket and smelling it again. He was really starting to feel insane now. 

The jacket smelled like you.

And he didn’t want it to change.

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Grishaverse fics in general: @yesshewrites1 @dal-light @pomagranteseeds @treasureofmy-heart

Jesper Fahey: @ell0ra-br3kk3r @writingmysanity @fall-writes

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[hope-drunk]

- flowers | a. anderson

| you get abby flowers for valentine’s day, she gives you something better in return

| content warning: fem!reader, oral (r receiving), pet names (baby, princess), top!abby, bottom!reader, established relationship, barely proofread, not accurate description of how flowers grow but it’s the apocalypse so idc, definitely ooc manny, mushy abby and reader, idk i just wanted to write a valentine’s day fic LOL

“Yeah, but what’s the point of it?” you ask Manny.

“I don’t know. To get some?” he answers.

You had met Manny in the cafeteria, being assigned to patrol with him for the day. When you saw him, he wished you a happy Valentine's Day, which you had no clue was a thing. Of course, you have heard of the big holidays, like Christmas or Halloween, but you had never heard of Valentine’s Day. Now, you were walking in the cold to the checkpoint, trying to figure it out together.

“How’d you even hear of it?”

“Saw it on a card in an old grocery store one time, then found the day on a very old calendar. It’s the day of love.” Manny laughs, dragging out the ‘o’ in love. 

You laugh with him, then fall to a natural silence. You cleared out the few infected that were running around before starting to head back to base. 

It was still cold out, but there wasn’t any snow on the ground anymore. Looking around, you spot some flowers growing up along a building, running over to quickly grab them.

“What are you doing?” Manny chuckles, jogging to where you were.

“Didn’t they give flowers as gifts? I’m getting Abby flowers.” you say, trying to find the freshest ones to pull out of the ground.

He groans. “Oh you’re such a love bird. It’s really gross.”

You laugh at him, gathering your makeshift bouquet before shoving him.

“At least I can keep someone.” you say running back to the truck you had driven in.

“It’s a choice!” you hear him yell, which only causes you to laugh harder.

The drive back was quiet, you spent it fiddling with the flowers, excited to give them to Abby the first chance you got. You had been together for a few months now, and it was everything you had ever wished for. She came off as intimidating to everyone else, so when you went public, it was hard for them to adjust to her being soft with you. Manny has asked you many times why she won’t treat him the same way, which causes Abby to give him a glare in return. 

When you got back, you found her in your joint room, sweaty. She must have just gotten back from the gym. She smiles when she realizes it’s you that walked in, coming over to give you a sweet kiss before backing away.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” you say, stretching out the flowers towards her chest.

“What the fuck is that?” she asks “And where’d you find flowers?” Confusion is written all over her face as she examines the flowers you had pushed into her hands.

“Manny told me about it, he said it’s a day to celebrate love. So I thought I would get you a present.” you say, voice faltering.

Abby didn’t have the reaction you were expecting. She seemed genuinely confused, but your brain was taking it as disapprovement. She looked up at you, noticing your smile had turned into a slight frown. She’s quick to jump over to you, using her thumb to rub out the crease between your eyebrows. She gives you a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and then your lips, which are already back to a smile by the time she gets down to them.

“I don’t know why you’d listen to Manny on anything in terms of love, but thank you for the flowers, baby. They’re almost as beautiful as you.” Abby says. 

You laugh as she starts to cringe from her cheesy line. Grabbing your hand, she moves you both to the kitchen to grab something that at least emulates a vase to put the flowers in. 

“So, what do you want in return?” she asks, putting water in with the flowers.

“Don’t want anything, Abs, just thought it would be a nice gift.” you say, blushing at the stern ‘that’s not gonna happen’ look she shoots you.

Once she’s gotten the flowers how she wants, she comes over to where you’re standing, grabbing your hips to lift you onto the kitchen countertop. You try to stifle your small giggle, placing your arms around her neck while she rubs matching circles on each of your hips. 

“What about,” she says, kissing down your neck. “I give you something I know you’ll like.”

She stops her assault on your neck to look at you. You nod your head eagerly, which she smirks at. 

“Lift up your arms.” Abby demands. Once she takes your shirt and bra off, she’s quick to move her mouth to your breasts, sucking at them hungrily. 

She unbuttons your pants just as quickly, using one strong arm to lift you off the countertop. She’s acting crazed, you’ve never seen her move at this pace. Usually, Abby likes to take her time with you, she’s cruel with her teasing, and she loves to hear you beg. Right now? That Abby is long gone. She kisses down your stomach fast, before scooching your body further off the counter, cunt coming towards her mouth. And Abby dives right in. 

You let out a strained moan at the contact. Her hot mouth licks fast at your heat. You’re trying to find something to grab onto, settling on her head. You don’t mean to, but you try to grind into Abby’s face, she’s going so fast, your orgasm approaching before you know it.

“Abby, oh God–” you try to speak, wanting her to slow down, but also thinking you may die if she does.

She replaces her tongue with her thumb, rubbing tight circles into your clit. 

Looking up at you from the ground, she says, “What? What d’you want, baby? Know I’ll give it to you.”

You’re so blissed out you can’t even answer her, you just softly grab the top of her head again, trying to push it back to your pussy. She understands exactly what you’re asking for, and moves her tongue back onto you. You let out a strangled groan as you feel her the muscle enter you, her nose bumping your clit. Her arm is around your waist still, making sure there’s no way you could move away from her.

She comes up for a breath, fully standing this time, and you feel two fingers slip into your hole. Abby’s thrusting them in rapidly.

“Want you to cum for me, okay?” 

You nod back at her, eyes glassy from the pressure on your walls.

“‘M gonna cum.” you say, maintaining eye contact with her the whole time.

“Yeah you are, give it to me, princess.” Abby says, before contacting your mouths together.

You taste yourself on her tongue, and that’s what sends you over the edge. Your mouth falls open as your walls clench on Abby’s fingers. She kisses your cheek as you ride out the orgasm.

Once your orgasm has finished, you slouch against Abby’s shoulder, and she lets you stay there for a while before carefully pulling her fingers out of your sensitive hole, shushing you as she does. You use some of the little energy you have left to look up at her.

“Hi.” You say, giving her a shy smile.

“Hey there.” Abby replies.

“We can never make food on this counter again.” 

She laughs, shaking her head. “We’ll clean it, it’s fine.”

Abby helps you off the counter, steadying you as your legs wobble.

“Let’s go take a shower, yeah?” she says, kissing the top of your head. 

You can’t find it in yourself to say no, letting her walk you to your bathroom. You giggle to yourself as you remember what Manny said, maybe Valentine’s Day presents do help you get some.

#abby ! #abby anderson fan fiction #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #tlou fic #abby anderson #abby anderson fic

[fr3sh-tragedies]

A Place to Go

[The Owl House] Amity Blight x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.02k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: Yelling, crying, general angst, Odalia being Odalia, and talk of an unsafe home environment.

[A/N]: Here's story 1/3 for Amity!

P.S. the reader / [Y/N] / you essentially replace Luz in the story. It doesn't change how anything plays out, I just figured I should mention it to explain the relationship.

Enjoy!

“Amity, I don’t care about whatever it is you think is more important than your schoolwork, but this is unacceptable! You’re hardly trying anymore, for Titan’s sake. Are you trying to make me look bad?” Odalia sneered down at her youngest daughter, waving Amity’s report card in front of her face to show her recent grades. “Mom, I still have almost all A’s! I don’t see why that’s such a bad thing to you,” she hollered in return, glancing to the side to find Edric and Emira peering in anxiously from the doorway. “Almost isn’t good enough, dear. You know that. You’re doing so much worse than you ever have. I feel like you’re doing this intentionally,” came her mother’s retort.

Amity sighed and ran her hands down her face, already beginning to feel the anger boiling and bubbling up to the surface. “Mom, I’m not intentionally doing anything. I’ve just been…distracted is all.” Odalia scoffed and rolled her eyes. Her free hand came up to pinch the bridge of her nose. “So I’ve noticed.” Her mother then grumbled something underneath her breath, glancing back over the sheet of paper in her hand before handing it over to one of the Abominations that stood in place of a servant. “Ever since that human came to the Isles, it seems you’ve been distracted every day. Honestly, I don’t see what interests you so much about her. She’s beneath us, Amity. You know that.”

The twins winced at the statement, watching as their younger sister tensed up and visibly grew irritated. They glanced at each other, silently wondering how they could step in without escalating the situation even further. “How dare you talk about her that way?” Amity yelled in return, stepping forward. “You know nothing about her! She’s actually the one who’s been listening to me and making me genuinely happy!” Odalia’s eyebrow perked up as she thought for a moment. She hummed with a knowing smirk.

“Is that so? So she’s the one who has been distracting you from your responsibilities? I suppose your father and I will just have to do something about her in that case.”

Amity’s body froze, her blood running cold as she stammered. “Y-You wouldn’t. You can’t! She’s all I have!” “All you have? Amity, have you forgotten all I’ve done for you? I gave you a name, a title, a reason for others to fear you. I gave you power and status! You’d be nothing without me, and you know it. [Y/N] is nothing but a pest who needs to be squashed. If that’s what it takes for you to return to normal, then so be it.”

Trembling harshly, Amity stepped back and tangled her hands together in an attempt to steady them and ground herself. “But…I don’t want to be feared,” she whispered. “I-I don’t want to have power and status if it means I can only use it for something bad.” She swallowed the lump in her throat and sucked in a shuttered breath. “[Y/N] treats me with the respect you never have,” she started again after a moment of silence, finally looking back up to her mother to look her in the eye as she forced her confidence once more.

“[Y/N] is a better person than you’ll ever be.”

Odalia gasped at that, her features contorting as she grew infuriated with her youngest daughter’s attempt to fight back. “Amity, you have no right to speak to me that way. And how would you even know that? It’s not like she means anything to you.”

“She means everything to me! She’s my girlfriend!”

Her hands came up to clasp themselves over her mouth as she gasped. She didn’t want to tell her mother about her relationship with [Y/N]--she knew she’d be disowned for being involved with someone her mother saw as inferior. Had she ruined everything? What if she had to break up with her? She let her gaze drop down to the floor. If that’s what she had to do to make sure [Y/N] was safe, she would, but she knew how painful it would be. There had to be a way to avoid her getting hurt.

“Girlfriend? Oh, no, Amity. You’re mistaken. You can’t date someone so far beneath us. We’ll find you a new girlfriend–one who’s better suited to be with you.” Amity’s jaw clenched, her teeth grinding painfully against each other as her arms dropped back down to her side. “And how do you know who would be suited to be my girlfriend? You don’t know what I need.” Odalia faked a laugh. “Oh, but I do, dear. You need someone who will benefit your place in the world. Someone who will better our reputation.”

Finally, Amity lunged forward and snatched her report card from the servant, glancing over it before holding it back up to show her mother. “If your reputation is all you care about, and you don’t care about me being happy, then I don’t want any part of it.” In a swift movement, she tore the paper in two, then let it fall to the ground beneath her feet. Her eyes never left her mother’s, however, which narrowed. They stared at each other for a moment, the tension in the air growing thicker with each passing second.

At length, Odalia sighed and crossed her arms. “Very well. I can always find a better replacement. Feel free to stay here if you’d like, but don’t bother taking any pride in your little stunt. Either way, [Y/N] will be punished for ruining your future.” Amity growled in frustration. “She didn’t ruin my future, she is my future! All you do is cause problems! I hate that I have to live here with you! You’re the only reason I don’t enjoy having the name Blight,” she hollered as loudly as she could, then spinning around on her heel to turn and storm off.

After she made it to the front parlor, she heard her mother start to bicker again. She picked up her pace quickly before sprinting out the door. She had no plan on where to go–she had never tried to run away before. She knew it was only a matter of time before someone found her and forced her to go back to living at the Blight Manor–she knew that–but she just wanted to get away for enough time to clear her head.

Tears blurred her vision, making it almost impossible to see where she was going as they spilled from her eyes in thick masses. She wiped furiously at her eyes, sniffling and hiccuping. The late hour certainly wasn’t helping: the sun hadn’t quite set all the way yet, but with every passing minute, the world around her grew darker.

In an attempt to calm herself down, she thought of where she could go. Her first thought was her hideout at the library, though that idea was quickly shut down. She knew that was one of the first places her family would look.

There had to be somewhere else she could go.

There was no way she was going to run to Boscha’s house, or any of her old friends for that matter. None of them would comfort her the way she needed. Her family would also look there anyway, so there was no point. In the midst of her thinking and weeping, she had sent a text through her scroll at some point, though she couldn’t quite make out whatever it was she had typed.

After several minutes of running in a random direction, Amity came to a halt, huffing and panting heavily as she hunched over to rest her hands on her knees. Her eyes closed, already growing weary from the tears that had barely dried while streaking against her face. Where could she go?

Where would her mother not look for a while?

Where could she go to feel understood and safe?

Her eyes shot open after a moment, her mind screaming at her feet to start moving again. She managed to pace herself in a light jog, eventually realizing it wouldn’t get her where she needed to be for a long while. She brought her hands up to cup the sides of her mouth as she hollered out. “Ghost! I need a ride,” she called out. Her palisman took a moment, but finally made it. Amity summoned her staff and quickly hopped on, flying off as quickly as possible.

She didn’t know how she hadn’t thought of it immediately: The Owl House was definitely a place she could go to whenever she needed, and unless her siblings ratted her out for it, Odalia would never think to even check that place for a while. She’d have at least a few days to recollect herself.

Another round of sniffles sounded from her as she mumbled where she wanted to go to Ghost, who flew even faster in that direction. It had only taken a few minutes for them to make it, though it felt like hours had passed to Amity. She hopped off of her staff and managed to run to the door, ignoring Hooty’s greetings and heading inside. Eda and King both asked what was going on, though all Amity could hear was ringing. Her body felt like it was going to collapse at any moment, and all she wanted to do was hold [Y/N] before that happened.

Racing up the stairs, Amity stumbled hurriedly to [Y/N]’s bedroom door, shoving it open and struggling to catch her balance as her eyes searched the room frantically. She sighed once her gaze met [Y/N]’s. A choked sob quickly forced its way through her lips as she walked forward and fell into the girl’s embrace. There were so many things on her mind that she wanted to talk about, but none of them came out coherently.

[Y/N] gently shushed her and told her to take her time. “Just breathe for me right now, okay?” Amity nodded and sniffled, squeezing [Y/N] in return as she struggled to steady her breath again. The feeling of her girlfriend’s arms around her torso was the only thing keeping her grounded to reality. That, and the sound of [Y/N] whispering soft words of reassurance beside her ear while she rocked her back and forth in a soothing manner.

Eventually, Amity managed to calm herself enough to start talking about what had happened. [Y/N] listened intently as she ranted, only speaking here and there to show that she was listening. After a good half hour of speaking, Amity crumbled into herself once the two of them sat on the bed. “I-I just don’t understand why her name is more important to her than her actual children. Why does she think her reputation matters more than me?”

[Y/N] could feel her heart shattering at her words. She pulled Amity into another hug. “I…I don’t know, Amity. I really don’t. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: every child deserves a parent who will love them and keep only their best interest in mind, but not every parent deserves a child, especially if they aren’t willing to put in the effort it takes to help them feel loved.” She leaned back to look Amity in the eye. Her hands came up to gently cup her face, and she could feel her heart throbbing again as the girl in front of her could only close her eyes and lean into the touch.

“You deserve so much more, Amity. You deserve everything you want. I hope one day your mom realizes that.” Amity hiccuped and began to cry again. Her head lowered, allowing her to bury her face in her hands. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry again.” Gently, [Y/N] lifted Amity’s head and moved her hands. She cupped her face once more before letting the pads of her thumbs stroke her face to wipe her tears away.

Another sniffle came from Amity before she opened her eyes. She glanced up at [Y/N] and smiled weakly. “No, it’s not you. I just…you have no idea how badly I’ve needed to hear someone who isn’t my family say that. Thank you.”

The two shared a smile. After a moment or two, [Y/N] leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Amity’s forehead before speaking. “You look exhausted. Why don’t we get some sleep? There’ll be plenty of time to figure things out in the morning, okay?” A small nod was her response. The two of them then shuffled around for a bit to get the room more comfortable. The lights were turned off, and multiple blankets and pillows were brought in to provide a larger sense of comfort.

They laid down on the floor, bundling up underneath the blankets and facing one another. [Y/N] grabbed ahold of Amity’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, whispering a few more words before letting her eyes flutter shut. Several moments passed, but Amity was struggling to fall asleep peacefully. Every time her eyes closed, she thought of what would possibly happen to [Y/N] if her mother ever got ahold of her.

After gathering a small amount of courage, she scooted forward towards [Y/N] and rested her head against the girl’s chest. [Y/N] tensed at the feeling, looking down at her. She never asked why she moved closer, almost instantly understanding what was happening. Amity finally managed to fall asleep after focusing on the sound of her girlfriend’s heart beating behind her ribs. She counted the beating until she crashed. Considering all that had happened that night, she managed to have a relatively decent dream, her mind finally processing that she was safe at the Owl House.

She wished she could call this place her home instead of Blight Manor.

Maybe she could talk to [Y/N] about it when they woke up. She knew her girlfriend would be on board with her living there for the time being, but she would also need to make sure that Eda and King would be okay with it as well.

She’d have to wait until she woke up the next morning.

“Alright, that’s all for today. Remember there’s an extra credit assignment that’ll be due next week if anyone chooses to do it.” After the teacher made final announcements for the day, the students in class began to pack their things back up. Amity smiled at the thought of going home. She gathered her belongings and waited patiently for the bell to go off. Her eyes shut as her palm supported the weight of her head, propping her arm up against the table as she remained in her seat.

“Hey, Amity! Think you could help us with the extra credit this weekend?” Skara suddenly quipped, making Amity jump and look over at her as she and Boscha made their way over. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she smiled. “Ah, no, sorry. I’m not gonna do it this time. I just want to stay home and relax for a while.” Boscha’s eyebrows raised before a look of confusion crossed her face. “You aren’t doing the extra credit?”

Amity’s eyes squinted a bit at her. “Why? Is that such a bad thing?” Her tone came across a little more aggressive than she intended, but she didn’t have a visible reaction to it. Boscha shrugged. “No, I just don’t remember the last time you skipped doing anything for extra credit. Can’t blame you though,” she waved her hand with an exasperated expression. “The assignments are always boring anyway.” Amity only hummed, not contributing to the conversation any further.

Finally, the bell screamed throughout each class, echoing down the hallways. Amity beamed brightly and stood up, ignoring the surprised and confused glances from the others as she rushed out the door.

She made her way out the main doors of Hexide, summoning Ghost at her side before flying off to the Owl House. She landed relatively swiftly before jogging inside, finding that [Y/N] had already made it home before her and set up her phone to binge watch the shows she had been begging Amity to try watching for weeks. Amity smiled wider and laughed, gently discarding her school supplies before joining her girlfriend on the sofa.

They bundled up together under the blankets that had been set out, snuggling against each other before [Y/N] started the show. Amity grinned as [Y/N] laughed at a joke here and there, sighing contentedly as she leaned further against her girlfriend. She didn’t entirely understand what was happening in the show–and she definitely didn’t get any of the references made–but she was enjoying it anyway.

Something about the way [Y/N] held her and talked so passionately about what was playing on her phone made Amity feel safe and wouldn’t let her stop smiling. She had never felt this happy at the Manor. And although she knew she wouldn’t be able to stay here forever, she was glad her mother agreed to let her live there until the Day of Unity, though she didn’t appreciate the way she had explained why she was allowing it.

She ignored that though, and instead found herself falling even more in love with [Y/N] than ever before. Being able to spend every day together meant they could do everything together: go on dates, walk around town, crack bad jokes about what had been happening at school. Eda treated her like her mother never did, always making sure she was taken care of and keeping her best interests in mind. And King, although it wasn’t much of a surprise, became like a younger sibling to Amity. Anytime she was feeling upset and [Y/N] wasn’t there to make her smile, King found a way to make her laugh.

She loved every part of it, and she loved [Y/N], the girl who saved her from her lowest point in life and welcomed her into her new home with loving arms.

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[starryevermore]

🥃 “You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me.” “I lied.” + steven grant

don’t say you’re in love ✧ steven grant

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request: 🥃 “You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me.” “I lied.” + steven grant - annab-nana

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

word count: 389

warnings?: angst, pet name (love), not proofread

Steven felt like his heart jumped out of his chest when he heard your confession. Were you serious? Were you genuine? He…He couldn’t believe this. “You…you love me?” he repeated, making sure he heard you right. 

“I do,” you said. 

“But you…You said you wouldn’t fall in love with you.”

And you had. Long ago, when you met Steven, he was still struggling with the whole Marc and Jake situation. Back then, the two of you had gone on a couple of dates. You thought things had gone well, but Steven…He was scared to let anyone in. He tried to break things off, but you insisted that you could be friends. He agreed, but he made you promise that you wouldn’t fall in love and he would do the same. That had been easy enough, the promise, you mean. But not falling in love with a man as sweet as Steven…That was a whole other ball game. 

“…I lied,” you said. “Look, you don’t need to do anything. We don’t need to act on this. You don’t even have to love me back. But I couldn’t keep this from you anymore.”

Steven spared a glance at his reflection in Gus’s tank, before looking back to you. He shook his head. “I can’t do this. I think you need to go, love.”

“Excuse me?” you repeated. 

“You…You can’t love me. I can’t let you love me,” he said. “I-I should have realized this sooner. I’m sorry. I just…This isn’t good. For you. For us.”

“Steven, please—”

He looked away from, refusing to meet your eyes. “I-I know this hurts. But, it’s better in the long run. Believe me.”

You felt tears pricking at your eyes, and you prayed that they wouldn’t spill over. You didn’t want to cry. Couldn’t. Not now. “Is that really what you want?”

He nodded. 

“…Fine. But don’t come looking for me once you realize the mistake you’re making. That you’re throwing away a friend over this, over something we could easily move on from. When I walk through that door, I don’t ever want to hear from you again. Am I clear?”

“Crystal.”

And so, you left. And you prayed that you would never see him again. Because, if you did, your heart would surely break. 

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[im-no-jedi]

MLWTBB: First Time For Everything

aka the (continued) journey into my self insert nonsense✨

chapter summary: the eventful night is over, and Hannah and Hunter are ready to go home, but neither of them are finished confessing to each other quite yet...

notes: this is a continuation of my story, “My Life With The Bad Batch”; I highly recommend reading that first before this one! I created a few new planets for this story. I’m also not 100% versed in SW terminology, so forgive me if some things are labeled incorrectly! each chapter will be rated accordingly, as opposed to the overall fic. lastly, there is romance in this story. hope you enjoy! 💙

add. notes: this chapter was edited and proofread by my sis @jam-n-ham! thanks sis!! 😋💙

closing message: and here we are, the end of yet another long, multi-chapter fic. it was a huge deal for me when I finished MLWTBB earlier this year, and although I said I planned on continuing the series, I honestly was unsure if I would make it this far. but I did! and I have a LOT more to come! so thank you everyone who took time to read this (as well as all of my other stories!), and I hope you all look forward to the further adventures of me and TBB! 💙💙💙

Chapter 19 (Final), 3200+ words, rated T (mostly just for smooching and a smidge of suggestive things 😋)

previous chapters: Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18

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The walk back to Hannah’s apartment wasn’t going to be quick, by any means. Even if there had been no threat of danger, it was still quite a distance between the watchtower and the apartment building. It was already quite late as well, and Hannah had definitely begun feeling the effects of physically exerting herself for most of the night. But as to be expected, Hunter took the lead and held Hannah by the hand, guiding her back through the dark streets of Ord Mantell with an air of caution and care.

Unsurprisingly, the trip was quiet for the most part. Even if they didn’t both enjoy the silence so much, Hannah’s fatigue made her even less talkative than normal. They didn’t go entirely without speaking to each other though. Hannah still had some questions she wanted answered.

“So, be honest,” Hannah began. “What was the first thing that attracted you to me? Physical or not, doesn’t matter, just the first thing that, like, made your heart flutter or whatever.”

“Oh man,” Hunter replied, scratching the back of his neck. “Uhh... probably your smile, I think.”

“Aww, really?”

“Yeah, you have a cute smile. And believe it or not, as sensitive as I am to sound, I really love hearin’ you laugh.”

Almost like she wanted to prove it, Hannah broke out into a fit of laughter. She covered her mouth to soften the loudness of it, but like usual, her laugh was almost too much to muffle.

“Dare I ask what part of me you were most attracted to first?” Hunter asked once Hannah’s laughter had died down.

“Oh gosh, I mean, I was pretty smitten with you right away. Even through the armor. Your body is... fantastic.” Hannah bit her lip and ran a hand along the back of Hunter’s shoulders, causing him to shiver a bit. “But also, like... you are stupidly handsome, dude. Tattoo or not.”

A flustered blush broke out on Hunter’s face and he cleared his throat. “You think so, huh?”

“Oh absolutely. I’m genuinely shocked you haven’t had girls flocking to you up until now.”

Hunter looked torn. Clearly, he wasn’t used to hearing such things. “Well, lucky you, I guess.”

There was no way he could fully hide anything from Hannah anymore, and her eyes squinted a bit as she studied Hunter’s face. “You don’t believe me, do you? Or should I say, you don’t agree with me?”  

“I mean... not really,” Hunter replied with a shrug.

Hannah scoffed. “And you get on my case all the time about disliking my own appearance?”

“Hey, isn’t it a good thing that we find each other attractive? Can’t that be enough?” Hunter’s tone was borderline irritated, and it both saddened and frustrated Hannah to hear.

A moment of silence went by before Hannah said anything else. “Have you always thought that way about yourself? Or was it because... others told you that?”

Hunter kept his face turned away from her as he spoke. “Bit of both, I guess... I try to not let other’s opinions of me affect me too much, but... I dunno, it’s a bit harder hearin’ it when you’re a kid...”

Immediately, Hannah wrapped her arms around Hunter’s waist and snuggled her face into his shoulder. “I’m sorry, babe...”

Hunter said nothing and just wrapped an arm around her, keeping her close as they continued to walk.

After another short period of silence, Hannah asked if she could ask another question. Hunter didn’t mind at all; he was still happy to answer her questions.

“Alright, so...” Hannah sighed and laughed a bit. “I’m probably the most curious about this above everything else. But it’s ok if you don’t have an answer for it.”

Now Hunter was genuinely curious to know what the question was.

“Do you... do you remember... or do you know in general...” Hannah sighed again. “Sorry, lemme start over. Do you know... hmm... no...” She cleared her throat. “What... what was the moment where you... where you knew... you know?”

Hunter had been holding back a snicker and finally let it out. “I don’t... Knew what?”

Redness began to show on Hannah’s cheeks, and she bit her lip in contemplation while looking down at the ground. “You know... when you fell in love with me?”

Hunter’s face immediately softened. “Oh... umm...” He went quiet for a moment to ponder the question. “I think I do, yeah. It was a while ago, actually.”

“Yeah?” Hannah’s face lit up. “Me too.”

“Oh yeah? How long?”

Hannah chuckled a bit out of embarrassment. “Since... Volruna...”

Hunter’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

“Yeah...”

“Oh... well... me too.”

Now Hannah’s eyes went wide. “Oh my gosh, seriously?”

“Thinkin’ about it... yeah. I’ve been in love with you since Volruna.”

If Hannah’s heart could’ve burst out of her chest, it would have. She clutched Hunter’s hand to her chest and looked at him adoringly. “I’ve loved you since Volruna too...”

For a moment, they just stared at each other lovingly, with Hannah keeping Hunter’s hand close to her chest. He could feel her heartbeat and it gave him a sense of calm he’d never experienced before.

“What was the moment?” Hannah eventually asked. “The moment where... you just knew.”

Hunter took in a breath through his nose and thought for a moment. “The Prism Palace... it was at the Prism Palace.”

Hannah blinked in surprise. “Really? Oh... was it when I gave you that little...” She leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the side of his mouth, and he chuckled.

“No, but that was nice, thanks.” Hunter gave Hannah a little squeeze, which made her giggle. “Nah, it was... it was right before that actually.”

Now Hannah was even more curious and watched Hunter intently as he spoke.

“Everything that had happened up until then was... a lot. I wasn’t even sure exactly how I felt about you. I knew I liked you and I was definitely attracted to you. But... there was somethin’ else. Something I’d never felt before. And then when we got to the Prism Palace and you spilled your heart out to me –tellin’ me about your family and all that – I figured it out. I loved you. And you choosin’ to stay so that I could leave... kriff, it broke my heart. I knew after that, I was gonna do whatever it took to keep you safe. To not lose you again.”

Unsurprisingly, Hannah had been brought to tears by his words. She had already figured out the last part a while ago. But hearing him say it out loud, hearing the inflection of pure love in his tone... she could’ve melted. His hand was still clutched between both of hers, and she brought it up to her face to nuzzle into it, placing a few gentle kisses just above his knuckles.

“Well gee, mine’s nowhere near as emotional as that,” Hannah eventually joked with a chuckle.

“That’s fine,” Hunter reassured her. “Wait, hang on, lemme try and guess it. Just tell me: was it before or after mine?”

“Before,” Hannah answered, sounding almost ashamed.

The signature thoughtful pose of Hunter clutching the base of his chin reappeared as he pondered the answer. This time, Hannah finally admitted how cute she thought it was, which prompted Hunter to teasingly tell her to not distract him.  

After another moment of thought, Hunter grimaced a bit. “Don’t tell me it was the Loth Cat toy...”

Hannah threw her head back with a hardy laugh. “Why do you hate Grumpy Pants so much? But no, that wasn’t it. You’re close though...”

Hunter’s eyes squinted and he studied her face to try and ascertain the answer from her. “Wait... the sugar sticks?”

Hannah’s lips tightly pursed together. “It was during that moment, yes.”  

A puzzled look crossed Hunter’s face, and it made Hannah giggle.

“Let me just tell you,” Hannah said, letting out a small sigh. “So, it started before we even left together. I had... made this sort of bet with Omega – more like a promise, really. Cause I had gotten a glimpse of your softer side earlier, and I was so determined to see more of it. So, I told Omega that I wasn’t planning on even coming back until I’d gotten a laugh out of you. I knew it was gonna be near impossible, buuuuut I was up for the challenge.” She started laughing as she recalled the moment. “It was so stupid. Possibly the stupidest joke I’ve ever made in my entire life. But I said it, right after we’d gotten those sugar sticks, and well...” The memory made her break out into a fit of giggles. “You let out the most genuine laugh I’ve ever heard. At my stupid little joke. And I guess it touched me enough to realize that... that it wasn’t just a fleeting thing. I had strong feelings for you, and I could finally put a word to it. I was in love with you. And I haven’t questioned that for a single second.”

The touched expression on Hunter’s face spoke volumes. He felt the same way of course, never once questioning his own feelings for her. It made him even more regretful that he’d ever tried to stifle a relationship with Hannah. There was nothing that was going to separate them from that point forward though. Not if he could help it.

Hunter didn’t ponder these thoughts for long, as the context of Hannah’s confession was too silly to ignore. He couldn’t help himself and broke out into a fit of snickers. “I wish I could be more surprised by that, but I’m not. Your sense of humor is so weird; it’s adorable. Just like you.” He pulled Hannah in closer and gave her a big smooch on the side of her face, causing her to break out into giggles again.

“We’re both just a couple of weirdos, trying to make our way through the galaxy,” Hannah joked.

“That’s for sure. With emphasis on the couple now.”

“And don’t you forget it!” Hannah pulled Hunter’s face down to kiss him on the lips, making an audible smacking noise for emphasis.

The rest of the trip was spent recalling some of their favorite memories of each other. Since Hunter was so well-known for keeping an eye on things, it wasn’t surprising that he’d noticed so many things about Hannah. Brief little things that seemed so mundane to her were treasured moments to Hunter. And to his surprise, it was the same way with Hannah towards him. He wasn’t the only one who liked to take note of other people, and all things considered, the fact that she prioritized him so highly shouldn’t have been so surprising. Neither of them liked being in the spotlight for very long, but when it came to each other, the attention was a welcome act.

By the time they made it back to Hannah’s apartment, it was well into the night. The moon was high in the sky and already starting its descent down again. And yet, it still hadn’t felt long enough, and they both regretted having to end their time together. But it wasn’t really an end. If anything, their time together was just getting started.

Unsurprisingly though, Hannah wanted to use any excuse possible to not have to go the long stair-filled journey up to her apartment. “If I have to see one more step today, I’m going to explode,” she lamented.

Lucky for her, her newly acquired lover still had enough energy for both of them and practically dragged her all the way up the stairs. “See? That wasn’t so bad,” Hunter said once they’d made it to the apartment. “Easier than the watchtower, right?”

Hannah looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “Babe, you literally had to carry me up the last flight.”

“And?” Hunter teased as he carefully set Hannah down on her feet again. “Worked out great for me.” He got a playful bop on the arm and snickered.

“So how much you wanna bet they’re still up?” Hannah asked, keeping a hand hovered over the door panel.

“All of ‘em? Nah. Tech, maybe. You know how late he likes to stay up.”

“True... usually not this late though. If any of them are still up, it’s probably Echo. Call it a bestie feeling.”

Their predictions set in place, Hannah motioned for them to be quiet and then finally opened the door. As expected, the room was dark inside except for the small bit of light coming through the open door. The curtains hanging over the back door were slightly cracked, which allowed a sliver of light to cascade into the sitting area. Snoring could easily be heard and was immediately recognized as Wrecker and Tech, who were spotted sleeping on the couch together. Another figure was nearby, sitting up awake and reading a datapad on a pile of pillows made into a makeshift seat.

“Well,” came the instantly recognizable voice of Echo. “Look who finally decided to come back.”

“Told ya,” Hannah smugly said, playfully conking Hunter in the chest.

Echo sat his datapad down and walked over to them as they came further into the room. “So, how was it?” he teasingly asked.

Hannah and Hunter both looked at each other, then back at Echo again.

“Oh, it was terrible,” Hannah blatantly replied.

“The worst,” Hunter added, acting completely serious.

“Absolutely awful.”

“Hated every second of it.”

The unamused face Echo gave them broke Hannah enough to make her sputter and start snickering. “You know what,” Echo said, his tone as unamused as his expression. “It’s probably better that I not know what you two were doing. You can just keep that information to yourselves; I’m good.”

“Oh, come oooon, Echo,” Hannah said with a fake whine. “Don’t you wanna hear in detail about all the times we--”

“Nope!” Echo quickly retorted. “No thank you!”

Hannah began snickering again while covering her mouth to not be too loud. Wrecker stirred a bit in his sleep, which prompted everyone to keep their voices down.

“Well, I’m gonna get some much-needed sleep now,” Echo said in a quieter voice. “You two do whatever you’re gonna do. Just remember there’s other people in the room now.” He was playfully poked by Hannah before going back to his pillow seat, now with the intent of snuggling up into his signature blanket burrito.

“Guess that means it’s time for us to head to bed too,” Hunter said with a sigh.

“Yeah...” Hannah also sighed, but hers morphed into a yawn. “Wish we didn’t have to though.”

“I know...” Hunter grabbed both of Hannah’s hands and held them gently. “Just remember: this wasn’t our last night together. Not by a long shot.”

A soft smile spread on Hannah’s face. She already knew it in her heart, but hearing it out loud was still reassuring.

Per the norm, the two of them took some time to just stare into each other’s eyes and hold hands in silence. If they could’ve stayed that way forever, they would have. But Hannah felt herself physically unable to stay awake for much longer and was the one to eventually break the silence.

“Goodnight, handsome,” she softly said, giving Hunter’s hands a little squeeze.

Hunter ran his thumbs across the back of Hannah’s hands and held them just a bit tighter. “Goodnight... my love.”

The smile on Hannah’s face grew, and within seconds, her lips were on his, giving him a loving and tender kiss. They held the kiss much longer than necessary and were slow to part. Their clasped hands and gazes on each other remained as Hannah slowly walked backwards into her room. The last thing Hannah did was give Hunter an adoring smile before shutting the door for the night.

Hunter let out a wistful sigh once she was gone. He looked down at his own hands, still feeling the warmth of Hannah’s touch on them. They still had her scent as well, and he brought his hands up to his face to take a deep inhale in ecstasy. Even though he was tired, it was probably going to be a bit before he could fall asleep for the night.  

Regardless, he walked over to the sitting area and plopped down on the other makeshift seat of pillows across from Echo. Maybe it was the events of the night that had gotten him so pensive, but Hunter looked between each of his sleeping brothers fondly. He was so grateful for them, and especially grateful that Hannah had welcomed them all in as her own. She truly was everything he’d dreamed of having as a partner. Reaching into one of his pockets, Hunter pulled out the good-luck charm he’d been gifted, and he mindlessly began fiddling with it as he replayed the events of the night in his mind.

Meanwhile, Hannah was having a time of her own in her room. Right after she’d shut the door, she practically collapsed against the wall and let out a long, dreamy sigh. Her hands clasped tightly to her chest and her eyes shut as she reminisced on everything that had happened. She truly felt like the luckiest woman in the whole galaxy and had never been so happy in her entire life.  

Her eyes eventually opened again, and she was met with the sight of a small figure curled up asleep in her bed, surrounded by pillows and plushies. Hannah took a moment to fondly watch her sweet little sister, almost lamenting the fact that she couldn’t gush about the night to her right away.

After changing out of her clothes and into some comfy pajamas, Hannah slowly and carefully crawled into the bed, next to Omega. She tried her best to not wake the little girl, but to no avail as Omega began to stir once Hannah tried to lay down on her pillow. Omega’s eyes slowly blinked open to the sight of Hannah smiling down at her, and immediately she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up.

“You’re back!” Omega exclaimed, prompting Hannah to shush her. In a quieter tone, she began bombarding Hannah with questions. “How was it? Did you have fun? What did you do? Where did you go?” She covered her mouth and let out a small gasp. “Did he kiss you?”

The smile on Hannah’s face spread into a wide, cheesy grin. “Uhh, what do you think, sis?”

Immediately, Omega broke out into a flurry of happy squeals and practically tackled her big sister, causing her to go into her own fit of happy laughter. It was all over after that, as Hannah began going into detail about the night while Omega sat and listened intently.

They had no idea they could be heard from the other room. Even though they weren’t being that loud, Hunter could still hear them through the walls, and a delighted smile never left his face until their voices finally died down, signaling that they’d gone to bed for the night.

The last thing Hunter saw before falling asleep that night was the bouquet of fake flowers Hannah kept on her kitchen counter. From the small amount of light feeding in through the back door, he could see another small object sitting next to the vase: a small cup with a single blue-green flower in it.  

A perfect sight to end a perfect night.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #and that's a wrap!! #wanted the end of this story to be super mushy so here it is LOL #I'm SO relieved it's done OMG #finally I don't have to feel weird making OTP art anymore ROFL #star warz #my storiez

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The feeling is mutual | | Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader | |

A little fluffy 2 part series that I wanted to drop real quick to get back into the swing of things, I hope you like it! It feels good to be back but I’m terrified. I feel like a little deer in headlights! Feedback is most welcomed ALWAYS. ✨

PART 2

Summary; You’re both profilers, analysing behaviour and making connections. So why is it so hard to read each other?

Includes; mentions of sex, mentions of being on period, mention of serial killer unsub (if you know what movie i’m referencing then I love you), fluff! ✨

Word count; 1.2k ✨ (second part will be longer! this is just a little part 1 to see what y’all think)

“I literally want nothing more right now Spencer but I can’t.”

Stood in the break room at work, you mixed the sugar into your coffee and sighed at the very eager colleague beside you.

For a few months now, you’d been having a physical relationship with Spencer. No deeper or hidden feelings had been discussed, you guys were friends who had needs, and those needs could be met by each other. Nothing but trust, friendship and safety with a side order of good sex.

However, Spencer was usually good at keeping things subtle; he’d at least wait until you were both off and out of work to pursue things further. But not today. He’d clearly woken up with a motive. Which was apparently to be inside you by the end of your shift.

Unfortunately for him it was that oh-so-wonderful time of the month and as much as you debated it in your head the second you saw the dark desperation in his eyes, you were not in the mood for all the effort of cleaning up after. Especially not at work.

“You called ME last night, Y/N. It took all of my self control to NOT to get in my car and take you until sunrise.” Spencer grew closer to you, his attitude not remotely intimidating because of the whiny tone in his voice. He was right, you’d been particularly needy the night before; calling him up and breathily whispering down the phone in an attempt to get him to come over. But you both had an early start so you eventually changed your mind.

You just giggled and sipped your drink, misjudging how hot it would be.

“Ah you - stupid fu-‘ Immediately grabbing a bottle of water from a mini fridge below the counter, you took a gulp to soothe your throat.

“I’m just saying, what’s suddenly changed in 16 hours and 42 minutes that’s so drastic?” Spencer looked down at you, ignoring the entire hot drink charade, but having a genuine concern on his face for something else.

Rolling your eyes and standing up to speak to him properly, you took a hold of your coffee cup once again and attempted your most serious face.

“First off, I’m allowed to change my mind. Secondly, I got my period this morning and - no, before you even attempt to convince me ‘oh it’s fine’ I’m not in the mood. Now get your blood rushing back to the right head because I do believe we’ve got a case.”

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The unsub was suspected to be a woman in her mid to late 30’s, using a technique similar to that of Ted Bundy and Aileen Wuornos. So far the team had deduced she would lure the victims with seduction at local bars in the area, pretend to be extremely drunk in order to attract creeps and when they took her home she would kill them.

The plan would be for Derek to go undercover at a bar that all the victims had attended and hopefully find the unsub. But first they all needed rest. They’d been working from 8am, after landing at 7am, and now it was 11pm.

Hotch had agreed everybody needed to recuperate and get together around midday the next day, as he knew the unsub would only be out and preying from late evening.

The hotel you guys were staying at was actually pretty luxurious considering the urgency and location. Hoping to share a room with Tara or Emily so you knew you would get some sleep, you grabbed your bags and headed up to see your roommate.

Keying the card and gaining entry with a jolly beep, you noticed it was still dark. Had you been lucky and scored your own room? Flicking the lights on, you let out a frustrated groan when you saw him sitting against the headboard.

A smug grin stretched across his face before it dropped back into that familiar pursed concern look.

“I didn’t do this to annoy you Y/N, I just wanted to spend more time with you. I can switch with JJ.” Spencer began to shuffle off the bed and you just tutted and put your bag down.

“No, stay. I’m not mad. At least not annoyed mad. I’m frustrated. But not with you. I’m just-“

“Y/N.”

Tiredly dragging your palms down your face, you opened your eyes to finally make eye contact with the poor man who was victim to your hormones.

“I’m sorry. I’m just miserable.” you walked around to the side of the bed where Spencer sat on the edge. His eyes followed you, watching your face in an attempt to profile whatever you were thinking. His hands came up to rest at your sides, thumbs stroking lightly across your hips.

“Do you want me to leave so you can get some rest? You’re tired, I can tell.”

“Don’t profile me Spencer.” you chucked lightly, your own hands coming to rest over his. He smiled softly up at you, waiting for your answer.

“Stay please.” Matching his gentle smile, you looked over at your bag before looking back at him. “I need to shower and then I’ll be right in okay?”

Spencer nodded and leant to reach just beside you, where his bag sat on a chair. You knew he was getting a book out, so that he would distract himself while waiting up for you; the one thing you admired and got excited about was falling asleep next to him.

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“Do you always do that? I’ve never noticed it before?” Spencer asked quietly into your ear.

You were cozily tucked into his neck, one hand resting against his chest and the other squished between your bodies. Legs entwined with one another, you were absentmindedly rubbing your foot up and down along his. It was a comfort for you, you mostly did it to yourself when you were sleepy.

“Mhmm.”

“It’s cute. Are you anxious? Or stressed? It’s actually a very common limbic response to anxiety, it releases endorphins so you know, you’re essentially giving yourself a massage.” Spencer rambled onto the top of your head, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

“ ‘M not stressed. Not anymore.” you hummed into his neck, snuggling in closer than you thought possible. You could feel his pulse quickening slightly against your cheek, hear him swallowing with nervousness as you readjusted yourself; throwing a leg over his hip and latching onto him like a little koala. “Calm down Spence, I’m just getting comfy.”

“Sleep well Y/N.” He spoke so softly it almost lulled you into sleep. His breathing settled as yours did, the arm he had wrapped around your shoulder holding you tight. His other hand drawing lazy lines up and down your spine as he too adapted a comforting stimulation that was going to send him off too.

Spencer couldn’t help but think about how perfectly you slotted against his body, how much you felt like home. The sharp but sweet scent of your shampoo overloaded his senses and bypassed the oestrogen-filled attitude, the drop in energy and the rise in other types of tension. He would do anything you asked him to. But he was sure you didn’t know that. He was even surer that he wouldn’t tell you. Instead, he would appreciate the seconds, minutes and hours you spent together and let his mind drift off onto what the next day would bring him.

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fic #fluff #criminal minds #feedback pls #i genuinely proofread this once and didn’t want to look anymore #i can’t remember how to write #so #i’m sorry in advance if this is gross #i love you all a lot #i missed you