Safehouse | Sierra Six X M!reader

Safehouse | Sierra Six x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: omg okay req for sierra six x m!reader

may i have sm with post-nightmare cuddles and/or familial cuteness w claire? thank u i adore u ( ╹▽╹ )

summary: Six knows that there's only one place he can go when he and Claire make a run for it, but what he doesn't know is that the quiet life is something he could really get used to.

tws: nightmares, smoking

You had known Six for a while, a chance encounter when he was working and then a few more meetings by supposed chance had lead you to a fair few nights together and a couple of conversations about being something serious and solid when he got out of the job; you couldn't say that you were surprised when he turned up on your doorstep with Claire, and you didn't think much of it either, letting them in and telling Claire that she could choose to either take your room or the spare room. She settled on the spare room. Six was a little unsure about the dogs, but when he saw how gentle they were with Claire, he relaxed; when she asked if they could sleep in her room, you told Six to move the dog beds - joking about how it was the price he had to pay for you letting him stay. He didn't say anything about it, but he smiled a little to himself when no one was looking. He didn't worry much about anyone knowing the location, outside of Fitzroy, no one knew about you; it was Fitzroy who had told him to pursue you romantically, he told him that he ought to ask you to be his boyfriend but he never got around to it.

Still, Six was just fine sleeping in your room; every night, after he had walked around the grounds to make sure that no one was around, he would lie on his side and cuddle into the pillows while you put your head on his side, your hands either side of your chin as you dozed off with him. Claire slept better than expected, thankfully, she didn't seem so scared of anything happening when the dogs were curled up in their beds in her room. But Six always slept with you, even if he was just taking a quick nap on the sofa, he was always near you.

It was a cold night when Six had a nightmare, tired and groggy but still quiet about it, his training and his experiences in the field meant that nightmares were easily pushed aside; he pulled himself out of the bed, and made his way around the house, pausing by Claire's room to peer in and make sure that she was alright. The dogs raised their heads, the thump of a wagging tail soft against the floor, he nodded at the dogs, then made his way downstairs. He checked the front door was locked, then double checked it, then made his way to the kitchen; he took a look around and even checked in the little toilet to see if anyone was hiding in there, before he opened the fridge and grabbed a drink. He kept wandering, and only when he was satisfied that no one was around did he settle, leaning against the counter and staring down at his socks as he frowned.

He didn't even notice when you had gotten up, not until you crept up beside him, and sighed, taking the drink from his hand and stealing a swig. He took one look at you, and then his gaze was back down to his socks.

"Weird as it sounds, I don't think I can sleep without you."

That caught his attention, but Six didn't dare to look at you. "I'll be back."

"I know you don't wanna talk," you told him, moving over to where you kept your cigarette stuff and rolling yourself one. He didn't even look up at the click of the lighter. "I'm not saying you have to, but... if you're gonna get up at three o'clock in the morning, the least you could do is warn me."

"Noted."

"Six..." you sighed, shaking your head and deciding against it. It was pointless to ask him about whether or not he was alright. "Six, where did you put my book?"

He pointed over to the jars of tea, coffee and sugar; while you were smoking, he moved over to the large windowsill by the back doors. It was thick enough to fit a couple of people, so he sat there with his back against the wall, his knees pulled up and his arms dangled over them as he stared out of the window; he watched the garden as if there really was something out there that intrigued him massively.

Six didn't say anything when you finished your cigarette and grabbed your book, knocking his knee so that you could sit between his legs; his hand went to your side as you rested the back of your head against his chest. He started to draw little circles into your side as he dared to look down at you, stretched out and quite comfortable against him.

He smiled. He could get used to this. He started to close his eyes again, his breathing getting a little softer as he stopped being so tense; he kept his hand on your side, though, and when you relaxed against him, he knew that he really, really could get used to this.

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I have seen all of the clips from Titans Season 4. I’m so excited about it, but…

WHERE THE FUCK IS CURRAN?!?!? PARDON MY MOTHERFUCKING FRENCH BUT WHERE IS HE?!? I NEED HIM, HE IS MY ONLY SOURCE OF HOPE! WHERE IS HE?!?!

But other than that, I’m excited. I can’t wait to see Kori’s new powers, Rachel exploring her own powers and Tim training to become Robin, I’m just so excited!

This made me sob. Hard. I have so many ideas for imagines I want to write. There are so many.

Also, for my Gotham fans: I hope you have HBOMAX because Gotham is moving from Netflix to HBO tonight.

My Grandma: “Girl you better lay your black ass down and go to bed! We got church in the morning

My Black ass: Up at two in the morning, reading mattheo riddle smut, painting my nails green, eating Fries and watching Batman: Bad Blood

For anyone who needs this reminder:

You are loved. You aren’t too big, you aren’t to skinny. You’re perfect. Don’t cut yourself please-it may seem like it’s a good therapy but it’s just hurting yourself. Don’t end your life, you may not feel it, but somebody needs you.

You don’t need a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner to be loved. You are amazing, and you’ll get through this rough patch. Trust me, I’ve been where you are, and it’s not pretty. It seems like no one understands, but try to keep smiling. The world can break your spirit so many times but try, try to get back up.

You are needed in this world. You have a purpose. <333

I’m here to talk if anyone needs it.

I’m just wondering how he’s running in those shoes like that🤣🤣🤣

I feel like alot of villians would be mad at Jeremiah cause he came from a rich family (his adoptive family).

Imagining male villian!Reader calling him "rich boy" and making fun of him for it yet secretly enjoying the gifts he buys and such.

Male villian!Reader reacting to Jeremiah being rich

I think it would happen if Jeremiah had some kind of obsession with the male villian!Reader.

Sohe would start hitting on him even if he gets rejected

Always sending and giving gifts receiving as thanks some sarcastic joke

Reader would make many disapproving comments while trying to hide a smile when he received a gift

He would keep rejecting Jeremiah while appreciating his attention

He would call him by pet names like rich boy, rich brat, crazy rich man and other ones

He would use Jeremiah's gifts but deny it when he would point it out to him

He would agree to start working with him if he asked him to

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