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luveline · 6 months

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I'm in an angsty mood.. and I love love love Spencer x bombshell!reader.

maybe she gets hurt somehow (maybe like an unsub or something) but refuses to get checked out

ty for requesting!! sry this isn't super angsty

cw criminal minds typical gun violence

Blood is a strange thing. It can run quickly or slow, feel tepid or burning hot. It's warm and uncomfortable as it slinks down the curve of your shoulder to the very tip of your index finger, dark as coal pitch in the poor lightning.

The gunfight is promptly ended, so quickly that no one even knows you've been hit. Morgan throws himself at one unsub and the other is shot in the thigh. Your ears ring, a gun firing too close to your head, clearly.

In all the hubbub, nobody notices you're hurt.

You'd like to keep it that way.

It's not that you believe you're infallible, nor that the others believe it either, but in the grand scheme of things it is a very small cut that you can attend to in your hotel room alone with a butterfly stitch or even a roll of bandages. There's no way it requires real stitches, and no way you're gonna sit in the back of an ambulance for the next hour.

Your jacket is black. The wound clots itself while you're in the SUV —you choose a window where your arm faces away from everyone and you manage it. And truthfully… you would like the others to think you're smarter than getting hit by a stray bullet. After everything that's happened lately, you've reason to build yourself up. Let the others hold you in some prestige again.

It works for a time. You get back to the hotel, and everyone says goodnight. Your room is clean and waiting for your return.

You'd collapse into bed if it didn't mean you'd leave a bloody line on the linens. You shed your ruined jacket and throw it in the trash. Your shirt is split where the bullet nicked you, and that comes off next. The wound begins bleeding sluggishly at the agitation but doesn't erupt, and stays strong as you wipe the skin clean around it. Your fingers mar with copper stain, the face cloth you've sacrificed turning an ugly brown, but eventually you've cleaned the skin enough to see the damage.

It's deep but small. A nick.

The issue is your lack of bandages. It's a hotel room, a small one. There's no first aid kit and your go bag is sorely lacking. Which means…

You have to go bat your eyelids at someone, and if you're being honest, you only ever want to do that to one Dr. Spencer Reid.

He's not expecting you, clearly. You weren't expecting it either. "Hey," he says, rubbing his eyes, his pyjama pants flush to the floor.

"You were sleeping? I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, are you kidding me?" He opens the door wider to encourage you in, turning away from you as he murmurs, "S'like my dream."

He must be very tired. You beam like a fool and follow him inside. "I had a dream like this once, too. Same kind of dream, do you think?"

"Knowing you, probably." He's growing more comfortable with you, but he's still clearly a little flustered to be this suddenly presented with you, wrapping himself up in a cardigan hanging over the single sad chair. "What's up?"

"I'm glad you asked." You take your uninjured arm out of your coat, and then the other. You know what you're doing, laughing softly as his eyes turn to dark dimes in an otherwise pale face. "I need your help with something, Spence."

"Uh–" He stammers, looking you up and down with shock. "Um, I–" He licks his lips quickly. "Okay."

You kind of hate that you aren't there to seduce him for a split second. Too bad your arm has started to throb. "I need a bandaid," you say, turning your arm into his line of sight. "Help me out?"

—

"I know something you don't know," Morgan sing-songs. Emily sips her coffee, mildly interested by her friend's taunting. She doesn't give him any feeding, waiting, and sure enough he cracks. "What, you don't want to know?"

"You want to tell me, right?"

"Mm, no. I'll tell Penelope."

"Fine! Alright, what is it?" She breaks, putting her coffee down on the little table in front of her. They're sitting in the hotel lobby waiting for Hotch and the others to collect their things. The jet awaits, as do a few hours in the air before she gets to sleep in her own bed again.

"I saw–" Morgan laughs. "This is too good. I saw a certain bombshell visiting Reid last night. After hours."

Emily's heart kicks in. "No way!" she gasps. "I mean, I know there's something between them, we all know that, but– his room, seriously?"

"He didn't even question her. She knocked, he answered, she went inside."

"What were you doing up?"

"That's my business," Morgan says.

Emily leans forward to gossip. This is insane. Sure, you flirt with Spencer relentlessly, and sure, he blushes like he loves it the majority of the time, he even manages to get you back, but you're sleeping together? "This is so scandalous," she whispers.

Her job is hard, but God does Emily love her team. She's genuinely happy for you both, but seriously! She giggles to herself at the drama of it all, and Morgan looks like he might say more, but then he looks behind her and stops.

Emily turns. You and Spencer are walking out of the elevator together, and while you aren't looking more coupled than usual, Spencer's acting unusually. "You're sure you're okay?" he asks, hushed but carrying in the relatively quiet lobby.

"I promise I'm okay, Spence." Your voice drops. "It's our secret, okay?"

"Sure, but–" He takes your hand, there, where everyone can see, the love in the line of his shoulders clear to anyone who might be watching, which Emily and Morgan very much are. "Can I look at it again?"

Morgan laughs into his hand, hiding it with a cough too late. Emily kicks his leg and he looks admonished, but it doesn't convince you where you look up from your conversation, the same surprise written in your features as Emily herself feels while Spencer continues, "You need to let me take care of you," he says, practically pleading.

"Spencer," you say, looking Emily straight in the eye, "you took care of me just fine last night."

She gawps.

Spencer whispers in response to your lowered tone, making his answer partially inaudible, "It was my first…" He shakes his head. "I've never… and I know you said it didn't hurt that much but… go see a doctor–"

You stop him with an affectionate smile. "You could never hurt me, handsome. Do I look like I'm in pain?"

"No." Spencer drops your hand. "If you're sure. Let me go get you a drink, okay? Go sit down."

"Yes sir."

Nothing about you says anything different to usual as you sit on the lobby chair next to Morgan's, beside your worn hoodie. You fiddle with a fraying sleeve as you kick one leg over the other, giving your friends a pleased smile. "Morning," you say lightly.

Emily genuinely doesn't know what to say. Her mouth hangs slightly ajar. "I…"

"You're shameless," Morgan says with a laugh.

"Look," you say, shrugging though the action makes you wince, "I could tell you the truth and you wouldn't believe me."

"Sure we wouldn't. Reid looks like a lost puppy right now."

Spencer stands anxiously by the coffee machine across the way, his gaze locked solidly on you where you sit. You throw him a smile and he looks away.

"I don't deserve him," you say softly.

Spencer carries your bag for you all the way to the BAU. Emily doesn't think it's a question of deserving, though you do, only an example of Spencer's big heart. And, you know, post hookup appreciation, or something.

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absolutelydedinside · 28 days

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Dear Il Dottore,

I love you so much it cannot be contained into words. Even this letter is but a mere fraction of my affection. But I hope it gets the point across!

Every night when I cannot sleep and you're busy with work I imagine you laying next to me, your warm arms feel so real. I imagine you giving me snuggles and kisses. Even if in reality it is a mere delusion, it makes me happy. I care not if it is hurtful to me to love you so much, the happiness I feel with you by my side is something I will never forget nor change. Your existence brings me motivation and strength; something I find slipping from my grasp everyday without you.

In the early hours of the day I love it when I eat with you, even if it is a mere scrap or another tub of ice cream. Having you there with me is comforting. I know i'll never be alone because I have you with me! and i'm here for you as well! No matter what i'll always be here for you! 💕💕💕💕💕 I will be here to make you happy!! 💕

I love it when you tell me about how the serum you injected into patient 67 was a success or how you figured out what the missing component was to a machine. I love you so much Dottore!!!!!!! I feel like crying when you arent with me, even writing this im getting so emotional im.not evem joking.

AAhhhhh I just love you so much !!! I love you eyes, your face, your hair, your wardrobe, your ideals, your inspirations, your smile, and your EVERYTHING!!!! I just love you so much <3 WHENEVER I LOOK AT YOU I GET SO OVERWHELMED !!! I have to scratch and claw at my bed to calm myself down !!!

I love you so much I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU DOTTORE!!!!!!!!!!

I remember you were so happy when I suprised you with that cheesecake for your birthday. You picked me up and gave me so many kisses!! I was so happy. And then for my birthday you made me a giant killing machine 😊 It was the best birthday present EVER!!!!!!!! I still love to snuggle with it!. I even got it a cute pink bow so it could match with you! It's so cute!! (but you're cuter~)

I love all the segments if it wasn't already obvious too!! Even if you cringe at things you did when you were younger, which is pretty funny :3 I love our son babyttore who gets rocks thrown at him!!! I love playing lps with him (he likes pulling them apart but its ok because he puts them back together afterwards) I love snuggling with you and all the segments!!!! 💖💖 YIPPE !!! *jumps around joyfully* I LOVE U DOTTORE!!!

*BEAMS MY AFFECTION DIRECTLY INTO YOUR HEART* *BEAMS MY AFFECTION DIRECTLY INTO YOUR HEART* *BEAMS MY AFFECTION DIRECTLY INTO YOUR HEART* *BEAMS MY AFFECTION DIRECTLY INTO YOUR HEART*

I love you dottore!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you are so silly...... you are silly man :] 💕☺️ I love big spooning because it means I get to feel your soft hair!!!!!! YAY!! I LOVE YOU DOTTORE... You mean so much to me!! YOU ARE SUCH AN AMAZING MAN!!!! A BEAUTIFUL MAN!!! YOU ARE SO ADORABLE AND CUTE!!! I JUST WANT TO SMOTHER YOUR FACE WITH KISSES!!!!! AND I WANT TO HUG YOU FOR ALL ETERNITY!!!!! you hold such a special place in my heart, all my thoughts lead to you. I see you EVERYWHERE!!!! I hear you EVERYWHERE!!! I'm so in love with you Dottore!!!

My dreams, which used to be empty now have you in them, whenever I close my eyes I see you there smiling at me. I love you! you are my everything in life, my sweetie pookie bear kitten. I love being with you every day 💕 you make every day worth it!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE U DOTTORE!!!!!! i love you :3 you are so smart and pretty, you're the prettiest man EVER!!!!!!!!! and I love you!!!!!!!!!!! :]

When im sad I think of you and my day immediately gets better! You bring me so much joy ! you make every day my best day! I love listening to you ramble about your experiments and theories! and I love seeing you happy.

I love kissing you!!! seeing you cute face blush whenever I kiss you makes it so worthwile! I know you think that you don't deserve it, but I will always be here to remind you otherwise! I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU DOTTORE!!!! 💖💖💖💖

I have some other things i'd love to say too but... *giggles* ehe! not here *blushes* thats for private ;) giggles :3 lets just say!! I wanna make whoopie with your cushions! 💖💖💖💖💖💖 *blushes madly* hehehe..... >//////< got a bit too carried away there sorry sweetcheeks <3 lets get back to the more sfw stuff~

You have such a beautiful smile that it rivals the world. Your eyes are like a sunset and your hair is the blue sky. Your smile shines like the clouds which litter the sky and the stars that scatter at night. You're my favorite view. You light up my world.

Even if others throw rocks are you I wont!!!!!! I will shield you from those rocks and bear the pain. I will protect you my princess! I will save you from the evil tower!!! and then I will kiss you 💕 I will give your face kisses.... and then I will kiss your lips!!!! 😊😊😊😊

A world without you feels so far away, the thought of you vanishing is one that brings me pain. I would rather bear the heat of a thousand suns than think of leaving you, my beloved sopping wet beast. I'll stand by your side no matter what!!!!!!!!!!! because I LOVE YOU!

You're so smart and determined that it inspires me to be my best self everyday!!! to not let others bring me down! You bring out the best in me and I bring out the best in you 💖 we bring out the best in each other!!!! We fit together like puzzle pieces 💕 Whenever i'm with you i feel like im drowning in a sea of love and affection, a blue abyss of serotonin 🥰

Your eyes are the same color as that which keeps my body alive, maybe this is why I always find myself getting lost in them. Whenever I think of you my chest feels like its going to explode! my love for you is so strong. Your happiness is my happiness, Dottore 💕 I love your eyes so much!!! they are so beautiful and I love how you get flustered when I compliment them ☺️ you're just so cute when you blush!!! It makes me want to kiss you all over! ♡

The warmth of your body when we snuggle is a comfort I love experiencing every day!! I used to have a hard time sleeping but with you I don't! The love of your embrace never fails to lull to me dreamland at night 🥰🥰 I LOVE YOU DOTTORE!!! I LOVE YOU!!!

You bring me so much happiness, I can't even imagine a world without you!! I would probably be withering in the corner of my room like a dead fly in a fridge (reference to the dead fly that was in my fridge). I would have been turned into tiny little mold particles!! but IM NOT BECAUSE YOU'RE IN MY LIFE!!! :DDD

Ill fight the heavens to save you. ILL PROTECT YOU MY SNUGGLE BEAR!!!!!!!!! I love you so much. Even writing this I feel my cheeks heating up! 😊 and when I hear your voice I feel butterflies in my tummy !!!!! i love you so much 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕😊☺️😊😊

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOBE YOU I LOVE YOY I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOBE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOBE YOU I LOVE YOY I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOBE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOBE YOU I LOVE YOY I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOBE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOBE YOU I LOVE YOY I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOBE YOU I LOVE YOU 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Ahhh! so joyous!!

Love, Absol ♡

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cdbabymp3 · 1 month

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𐙚chris' girl chp. 2 ― matt sturniolo

summary: y/n confides in matt on the drive home

notes/warnings: chris x influencer!reader x matt, some suggestive mentions (talk of sex & virginity) , y/n and chris have a toxic relationship, dialogue heavy/filler and i HATE it lol+ this song is so matt it hurts

thank you all for waiting, ily asf !! :*

(edited, but definitely not my best i fear)

matt's blood went cold. his muscles tensed so much from sheer embarrassment that he felt sore sitting up in bed.

shit. shit. shit. shit.

tucking his boner into the waistband of his boxers, he hopped out of bed and threw some pajama pants and a random shirt on. about to knock again, matt opened the door to reveal y/n, a light sheen of sweat across her chest and forehead. most of her makeup had faded or been smeared off and her hair wasn't as smooth as it was at the beginning of the night. small flakes of mascara stuck to the skin under eyes and flushed cheeks. had she been crying? or was it from fucking? or both? he couldn't tell.

she flashed a weak smile, holding both her high heels in her hand, "sorry, i didn't mean to wake you."

"no, you're good. i was barely asleep," matt lied assuringly, scanning her face for a clear expression.

she fidgeted with the straps of her shoes, struggling with what to say.

"do you want me to take you home?" matt provided quietly, unsure whether or not chris was awake or if he'd even care.

y/n's eyes lit up at matt's offer, nodding. "yes please. if that's okay?"

this never happened. y/n always spent the night with chris. and now matt was about to be in the car with her. just her. he didn't allow himself too much excitement, though. not until he knew what was going on with her.

"of course," matt whispered, leaving the doorway for a moment to grab his car keys and a jacket.

"oh, wait. one sec," y/n set down her shoes in the hallway, carefully opening chris' door. chris laid on his side, fast asleep. y/n pulled a hoodie from his dresser and put it on over her dress, the thick fabric draping over her thighs completely. tip toeing to the bed, she leaned over chris, whispering, "matt's gonna take me home, okay?" lowering her face to his, she pressed a feather-light kiss to his cheek, "love you."

matt felt like he had been kicked in the stomach. it almost made him sad, y/n talking to chris as if he could hear anything she's saying. surely, she knows he can't hear her and that's what makes it even more sad.

matt zipped up his jacket, the noise causing y/n to end her moment with chris and leave his room. she shut his door with a little creak, but chris remained in a deep state of sleep. matt gestured to outside the hallway to leave, y/n leading the way through the living room and back down the stairs.

she stayed uncharacteristically quiet as matt drove. he wasn't sure what to do or say - or if she even wanted him to. he could sense some kind of apprehension from her, like she wanted to tell him something but couldn't find a way to articulate it. suddenly, in the weighted silence, y/n's stomach growled loudly. she gasped, giggling a bit at the abrupt noise. finally, her smile.

matt joined her laughter, turning into the second to last intersection before her house, "you wanna get something to eat real quick?"

y/n looked at him again with bright eyes, like a little kid. "can we? i didn't eat at the party."

matt tapped the gps on his console screen, ending the route, "yeah, me neither. i'm starving."

"what's gonna be open this late, though?"

matt cracked a knowing smile, putting his blinker on and turning into a shopping plaza. at nearly 1 am, only two of three cars took up the otherwise empty parking lot. however, at the end of the plaza, a long line of cars wrapped around the in n out drive-thru.

"oh, thank god." y/n exhaled deeply in relief, making praying hands, "i'm gonna pass out."

matt chuckles, maneuvering the car to the back of the line, "please don't do that. not on my watch, chris will kill me."

y/n's smile fades, her body language turning demure.

shit. way to go, idiot.

"not so sure about that." her voice is small as stares at the car in front of them

hesitantly matt asks, "okay, i know it's none of my business and you totally don't have to answer, but...is everything okay? like with you and him?", he inches the car further in line.

she's conflicted, it's all over her face. she runs a hand through her scalp and leaves it there, propping her elbow up against the car door to lean on.

she shakes her head, "you're gonna think i'm crazy." the car ahead's red tail lights cast across her face, making her eyes glisten.

matt lets the wheels roll an inch or two, then stops to catch her gaze. her big eyes meet his and, without fail, his heart flutters.

"no, seriously, i won't judge. i promise." and he means it.

she knows he means it too, which is why she continues.

"okay, um-you know kenzie coy?"

"uh, the blonde girl that does the fitness tiktoks?" matt confirms, even though he knew exactly who she was, unfortunately.

kenzie coy; widely known for her viral workout videos and lingerie pictures on instagram, caught the attention of most young guys in l.a. and if they weren't in l.a. to see her in person, they were probably jerking off to her pictures in the lonely confinement of their bedrooms.

"yeah, her." y/n says, slouching more into the seat, "i think chris and her are hooking up. they were talking at the party and she kept putting her hand on his shoulder like they'd known each other for years. plus, he laughed at every little thing she was saying, even the shit that wasn't funny. it was so weird, matt. i don't know, something just feels off and i can't let it go."

god, what are you doing, chris?

"no, there's no way." matt refutes with certainty, "he's with you. he likes you, y/n. always has, simple as that."

"me," huffing, "and kenzie." she adds, attempting to prove a point, but matt's unsure.

he quirks an eyebrow in disbelief, having to do a double-take before driving forward a bit more. "what? like at the same time?"

she shrugs, "it's possible is all i'm saying," now turning to face matt, "to like two people... simultaneously."

matt's face goes warm, grateful that the red car lights mask the vivid blush probably forming. he can feel her eyes on him as he rolls down his window to order their food. though he admittedly knows y/n's order by heart, his speech is jumbled. a stutter persistent throughout the entire order, but the employee doesn't seem to have trouble taking it and telling them to pull forward. matt fumbles around his jacket pocket for his wallet with shaky hands, retrieving his credit card from the sleeve and almost dropping it.

does she know what she's doing? how her words sound?

"i-i mean, yeah. technically that's possible, but-" matt's interrupted by another employee as he pulls up to the window to pay. quick, but politely, matt thanks the employee and grabs the bag of food. "do you wanna eat on the way home or-"

"actually, can you park for a sec?" y/n asks, taking the bag of food from his lap and placing it on hers.

her question nearly makes matt run over the drive-thru curb, maneuvering the car into the nearest parking spot. "yeah, are you good?"

"yeah, no, i'm fine. this night's just been a lot. i kinda wanna chill out for a bit." she explains, hand diving into the white bag for her burger and fries. she sets her food on her lap, then goes back to the bag for matt's, handing it to him with a smile.

"thanks." he can barely choke out, the atmosphere suddenly feeling incredibly intimate as he turns the car's ignition off. now it was really just him and her, no background noise, no distractions, no chris.

"what were you saying earlier, before you ordered?" y/n tosses a fry into her mouth

"oh nothing. i was just saying that it's possible, but you guys made up, right? so i wouldn't worry about it."

y/n let out a breathy laugh, in between chewing, " 'made up' isn't what i would call it."

he's not sure what's gotten into him, but matt takes advantage of this surge of confidence. "okay, then what would you call it?" matt furthered. there was no going back now.

a little surprised by his boldness, y/n raises her eyebrows, putting her fries down on her lap and shifting to face him again. "i'd say we put a bandaid on it. something temporary, like we always do," she looks down shyly at the space between them, "but sex doesn't fix everything, y'know?"

flustered, matt chokes on a fry, patting his chest for air.

y/n rapidly back-pedals at his reaction, "oh my god, sorry. he's your brother, you don't wanna hear about that."

matt takes a sip of water from the center console, and regains his breath. "no, no, it's okay." clearing his throat, "i'd imagine it doesn't."

she frowns at this, a little smirk forming in the corner of her lips. "'imagine'?"

oh god. just shut up, matt.

"i mean, like-it's-y'know?" he tries, but can't save himself whatsoever, "fuck." embarrassed, he gives up with a defeated laugh, taking a giant bite of his burger to silence himself.

y/n giggles, licking some salt off her finger, "you've never...?"

she wants me dead.

chewing down the bite, matt swallows with a loud 'gulp', making her giggle more. "uh, no, i haven't...it's really embarrassing."

y/n shakes her head, "no, it's not," carefully she asks, "is there a reason why?"

her tone is sweet and genuine. he could tell, for some reason, she really cared about what he'd say next.

"honestly, yeah." matt avoided her gaze, "i have a hard time, like...getting to that point i guess?"

he wasn't sure why he was spilling his guts to her like this. he's never told anyone this and he swore he never would.

but it's y/n. everyone told y/n their secrets. she was just that kind of person.

she tilts her head teasingly, humming in denial, "mhm"

matt's heart skips a beat, his brain going blank. "what?"

"i think you know what you want, matt," her voice is like velvet saying his name, "and you know how to get it. the only thing holding you back is yourself." she speaks so matter-of-factly, so innocent, it drives him fucking insane.

the tension in the car was so thick, it clouded his usual rationality. for a split second, he was convinced she was trying to tell him something. an innuendo of sorts.

but that thought is soon dismissed when she continues, "regardless, you're smart for waiting. your first time is better when it's with someone you genuinely care about." she didn't have to say it. matt knew who she was talking about. but just to twist the knife, she adds, "but it does make you get attached... i think that's my problem right now with chris."

and just like that, the moment was over.

only able to nod in agreement, matt turns the car back on, discarding his burger wrapper into the white bag along with some used napkins."it's getting late. i should probably take you home."

y/n sits back up in her seat, gathering her trash and tossing it as well. "yeah, good idea." she says, blinking a couple times back into reality. for those 30 minutes they spent together, time seemed to pause.

the drive to y/n's house is silent, but not like before when they were leaving the party. the silence is comfortable. y/n admires the city lights that flash and flicker by, illuminating the area surrounding her. she looked at everything with such awe, appreciating little details in arbitrary things. it's something that matt loved most about her, something that chris would bring up to their mom when describing her. such a double-edged sword, the whole thing was. and yet, matt kept coming back for more.

he pulled up to her driveway, parking the car and turning to her. she smiles at him sincerely. "thank you," she grabs her high heels from the floor and opens the door, "for the food, for everything, really."

matt internally melts,"no problem, any time."

"goodnight, get home safe." she whispers, closing the door and walking to her front door

fuck it, matt. just say it.

he rolls down his window and raises his voice so she can hear him from the car, "oh, hey, for the record,"

"yeah?" she steps forwards a little, amused.

"fuck kenzie coy."

y/n erupts with laughter, putting a hand over her mouth as to not wake her neighbors.

"you're miles prettier than she'll ever be, i mean it."

she shakes her head bashfully. for the first time ever, he was seeing her get flustered by a compliment. "you're sweet." she reaches for her front door, "goodnight, matt."

"goodnight, y/n." matt rolls up his window, reversing back onto the street and driving away. once he was fully off her block, he silently cheered, gripping the steering wheel and rocking in celebration. if nick or chris were there, they would never let him hear of the end of how corny he was being. but he didn't care. they weren't there. truthfully, if the night had gone differently, he would've got out with her and talked more. but he was exhausted and so was she. the moment didn't call for it yet. he had time, he just had to bide it.

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lynaferns · 4 months

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I'm seeing a lot of people saying stuff like

"it makes me sad that he's mean :(" "I'm scared that my au is not accurate anymore" or "I got my interpretation of him wrong"

And I think you should put this new information about the DCA at a side for a moment, go talk to friends and info dump about your original AUs and ideas, brighten up a little bit that spark that makes you create your art and just have fun talking about it. Because the fact that he's sassy in one game doesn't mean that that's the only trait to his personality now.

He can be mean, he can be anxious, short tempered, good intended, caring, dramatic, a little bitch, a cinnamon roll... He can be all the things you can come up with, in this fandom he's always been all of the above and more in different ways, in different stories. And you can still write him the way you want, people can still interpret him the way they want, don't let canon or other people or your own thoughts stop you from creating your AUs.

Instead use it to get inspired, get new ideas and create new stories. They turned the tables, you can turn them back up. He can be mean because of the virus but get softer to you with time, you can make a story about self-confidence and worth, he can hate and love his job simultaneously for different reasons.

The AUs where he's soft and caring are still going to be there, the fics where he's good with kids and patient are still going to get written. Keep writing those fics, don't stop just because canon says otherwise. I stopped writing my steampunk AU when the mimic was revealed to be burntrap and not Afton because "it wasn't canon anymore so my AU is not accurate anymore" and I'm still with that thorn stuck in the back of my head for not continuing writing even if it wasn't canon accurate anymore. Because I actually got excited about writing that AU but for the way my brain see things "if it wasn't canon accurate it wasn't worth it" and let me tell you that's a shit of mentality.

So please

Please please please please

Don't give up on your stories and creativity like that.

The immense variety of characterizations and AUs is one of the pillars of this community and one of the coolest things. The fact that you can come up with any concept for these two dorks and make it an investing story and you have a whole catalog to choose from what you're going to see next. Don't let that stop.

I love this community even if I don't understand it sometimes and I barely interact, I love seeing people having fun making their AUs, going nuts making fanarts and gifting art to each other just because it makes them happy.

Don't let this limit you.

Now I don't care how you share this, if rebloging, or reposting it, or rewriting the whole thing but shorter in your own post but just share this feeling with the community. It would be so sad if all the things that makes this place special crumbled because people aren't confident anymore in how they write the DCA because of a game that came out yesterday.

#for me. I see the hw2 Sun as the piece I was missing for my interpretation and I feel it will help me write him better and more comfortable #but I'm also a BIG. SUCKER. for a Sun that goes soft or a Sun that a bit sassy because of stress and when he gets to know you he softens #I just like people getting along in fiction #help wanted 2 spoilers #help wanted 2 #dca fandom #fnaf daycare attendant #long post #lyna rambles

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Don't Belong part 2

Masterlist Natasha Masterlist

Part 1

Word Count: 5499

Relationship: Mother WandaNat x Daugher Reader

Summary: After Y/n's accident on her mission, her mother's are terrified that they might not get the chance to make things right with their daughter. That's assuming Y/n wants anything to do with them when she comes around.

Nat: Mama Wanda: Mom

Nat's POV:

It's been over 24 hours since Y/n came out of surgery and she's still unconscious with a machine helping her breathe. I thought she would have been awake by now and there'd be a relief that she was on the start of her long road to recovery.

Instead, Wanda and I are glued to our seats next to her bed. We've only gotten up to use the bathroom. Otherwise, we've remained by her side. Pepper kindly offered to take the boys for as long as it's needed. Though they are both very anxious to see Y/n themselves. They might be young, but they understand that she's hurt. They love their sister, and they want her to wake up just as much as we do.

I've not slept since we found out that she was hurt, and I don't plan to until she is awake. Though the longer it goes on, the more my body is fighting against that desire. I want to be there when she wakes up to show her that her moms are going to be there for her the whole way through her recovery.

Wanda and I have spoken a lot over the last day. We've shared our pain and sadness, whilst making sure we come up with a plan to help her with her recovery and to ultimately gain her forgiveness.

We both know that Y/n will not forgive us easily, if at all. But that doesn't mean that we're not going to try with everything in us. For too long we've allowed her to go about her life thinking that we don't love or care for her anymore. She has every right to feel that way after how we've treated her. But she will not ever question that again.

The both of us are sat in silence, both of us watching over our daughter. My eyes are trained on her chest, making sure that she is still breathing, gaining a lot of comfort from the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. However, the silence doesn't last long until the door flies open.

Out of instinct, both Wanda and I shoot up from our seats and take a defensive stance in front of our daughter to protect her from any danger. However, we soon relax when we see Yelena's worried face. "I came as soon as I could." She tells us as she moves closer to the bed, her hand hesitant as it reaches out towards her niece.

Yelena has been away for most of the time over the last few years. She's been helping to find all the widows and has only come back for a couple of days at a time. Each time though, she has always made time for us. "How is she?" She asks, as I pull up another chair for my sister.

"It's not good. She's still in critical condition. They had to remove part of her liver, but Cho reckons that if she can get through these first few days, that she'll be on track for a full recovery." I fill her in as her eyes never leave Y/n. "Clint said that it was a double agent that set her up." She states and we nod in clarification. "I'll be paying a visit to Fury when I'm done here." She announces, an anger to her voice. "We've tried to see him, but Fury won't let us anywhere near him." Wanda warns her but Yelena just scoffs. "I'll get to him one way or another." She states and I believe her. She's incredibly protective of the people she loves, and she'll want to make sure that he pays. I actually hope that she does.

"Wait, you said you were with Clint?" I question her and she nods. "Yeah, he was with me on my last mission. He's waiting outside, he didn't want to intrude." She responds, pointing towards the window behind her where Clint is stood with a young girl next to him. "Who's with him?" I ask. "Kate Bishop. Clint's stray. He's going to see if she can join Shield." Yelena explains. "She was with us and had no where else to go so I said she could stay here for now." She adds on. If Clint thinks she's worthy of Shield, then I believe that she is. She must also be good if Yelena has been working with her. She wouldn't let anyone help who would slow her down.

"How long are you back for?" Wanda steps in with her own question, making my own ears prick up for her response. "As long as I need to be. I want to be around to help with her recovery." Yelena replies, making me smile. Y/n is going to need all the help she can get, and she adores Yelena, so I'm glad that she's not going anywhere any time soon.

After a while, we indicate for Clint and Kate to come in. We go through our introduction, and I can see how enthusiastic Kate is. She's very chatty and I'm surprise she's not pissed off Clint and Yelena yet though! "I read about Y/n in the Young Initiative files." Kate shares. "Did you know she is the only recruit to ever get a perfect score. She could have passed the exams two years ago and still topped the class." She tells us enthusiastically. "Sounds like you're a fan." Yelena teases her, making the young girl blush. "I guess when your parents are the Black Widow and the Scarlett Witch, you're going to be good." Kate chuckles.

It makes my gaze drop, something that Yelena clocks on to instantly. She's not been around so hasn't seen how we've treated Y/n. I'm actually worried for when I tell her. She's going to hate us for it and I'd be surprised if she even lets us stay around Y/n. "Y/n did it all on her own. With a little help from Steve. Her talent has come from her own ability and desire to be the best." Wanda corrects Kate, showing that we have no claim to how good Y/n is at being an agent. "Oh, that's even more impressive then. You must be really proud." She smiles at us and we both nod. "More than she'll ever know." I mutter.

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When Kate and Clint leave, Yelena is quick to question Wanda and I. We tell her of what's been going on and how ashamed we are and how much we want to be able to fix everything. "You don't deserve to fix it." She spits angrily at us. "It's no excuse to say that you got lost in the boys. Y/n is your daughter too and she needed you." She shouts, calling us both out on our actions. "We know Yelena. We can't take back how we've treated her. But I promise that we won't every do anything like that again!" I tell her sincerely. "No, you won't. I won't let you. If you are going to be back in her life as the parents you should have been, you have to be all in. You promised to be better than we had Natasha!" She tells me firmly with a finger jabbing into my chest.

"I know Yelena. I wish I had a valid excuse or reason for what we did. I will never forgive myself. I will always have a hatred towards myself for ever making her feel the way we did. But I'm not going to wallow and hide away from it. I want to own up to the mistake and try and fix it. I know that it's not going to be an easy fix, but I will stay here and face the brunt of the anger and pain that she's feeling because I will not give up on her. Not again." I tell her passionate. "Neither of us will. I promise you Yelena, we will do everything in our power to fix this." Wanda steps up and adds her own promise, taking my hand. At least we have each other through all of this.

Yelena doesn't speak, she just looks between the two of us, her chest heaving with anger. It's intimidating to be the one on the receiving end, but we deserve it. I'm glad that Yelena is here. She simple nods her head and that is the subject over with. For now.

That night, my body ultimately wins, and I end up getting a couple of hours sleep. Though it's full of nightmares that I can't seem to escape and then when I wake up, I'm terrified that Y/n will be awake already and I'll have missed it. But when my body wakes with a jolt, I'm met with my sleeping wife and still unconscious daughter.

I stretch out and move closer to the bed and take Y/n's bruised hand in my own. "I can't lose you. You are my daughter, blood or not and I love you so much. I know I haven't shown that to you and there is no excuse for that. I also know that you have every right to never forgive me. So, my only request, is please wake up. Please survive. I don't think I can live in a world without you in it." I plead with her. Hoping that somewhere in her subconscious she can hear me. I squeeze her hand, hoping for any response, but nothing comes.

The day goes by slower than usual. That is until Cho comes in to check on Y/n and gives us the good news that she should be able to breathe without the ventilator now. Wanda and I step outside as we watch through the window. We're holding on to each other tightly as we watch. "This is good. She's strong and this is the first step to her waking up." Wanda speaks. I can hear the hesitation in her voice, showing that she is trying to convince herself more than anything. "You're right. She is so strong. I know she's going to wake up soon." I add on, smiling at my wife.

Cho soon joins us with a smile. "She's doing well. She's now breathing easily on her own. I expect she'll wake up within a few hours. I'll be back to do a full examination then so we can assess her injuries." She informs us. I feel a sense of relief wash over me. Hopefully it won't be long until our daughter is back with us.

The next couple of hours seems to drag by. Clint, Yelena and Kate all paid another visit but left to try and sort a room out for Kate in the compound. Steve was then the next to join us, taking a seat at the end of Y/n's bed. It's a long wait until we finally see a twitch to Y/n's eye.

I'm the first to my feet, leaning over to see if I had imagined the small movement. "Y/n, honey. It's mama. Can you hear me?" I ask her, fighting off the tears threatening to fall. With a flutter, her blues eyes lock on to mine. "She squeezed my hand." Wanda says excitedly. "Baby, we're here." She tells Y/n, who's got a confused look in her eyes.

"You're in the medical wing sweetheart. You got shot on your mission." I explain to her. "S-t-Steve." She stutters out. "He's fine. He's here." I reassure her, waving for Steve to come closer. "Hey kiddo. Boy we're glad to see you awake." He tells her with a relived smile. One that she returns. "I'll got and get Dr Cho." Wanda states, quickly leaving the room. "T-the m-mission." Y/n starts but Steve is quick to stop her. "Is not to worry about right now. Just know it wasn't your fault. But we'll explain it when you're doing better." He tells her, earning a nod. She reaches out her hand to Steve and he instantly takes it. "You're not allowed to scare us like that again." He chuckles, his voice wavering.

"S-sorry." She replies, her eyes fluttering again. "It's ok sweetheart. Don't fight it if you want to sleep again." I tell her softly. She doesn't really acknowledge me, but she does seem to listen as her eyes flutter shut once again.

They don't stay closed for long though, soon woken up by Cho as she comes in with a wide smile. "There's my favourite patient." She smiles at Y/n, who grins in return. "I bet you s-say that to e-everyone." Y/n responds through a struggled chuckle. "But with you I actually mean it." Cho winks, before looking over Y/n's chart and obs.

She takes the time to explain Y/n's injuries to her and the plan for her recovery. I see her face drop when she realises she's going to be in the hospital for at least another week before being on strict bed rest when she's discharged. "I'll be around if you need anything or have any questions. So please get one of the nurses to get me if you need me. That goes for all of you." Dr Cho offers. "Thank you. For everything." I tell her sincerely. She gives me a tightly smile before turning on her heel and leaving the three of us too it.

With Cho gone, it's silent in the med bay as Wanda, Steve and I just watch over Y/n. She is struggling to keep her eyes open, but I can see a pain in them when they lock on to mine. "You should get some rest kiddo." Steve speaks up as Y/n nods in return. "W-will you s-stay?" She asks, making Steve smile widely. "Of course." He returns, moving to get another chair to sit with us. At that confirmation, Y/n seems comfortable enough to let her eyes close and for sleep to take back over.

It's almost agony to see her asleep once again. We've been waiting for so long for her to wake up, for her to be asleep so soon is tough. I almost want to start apologising and showing her that we're going to change and it's going to stick. But I don't want to overwhelm her. At the moment, her recovery is the most important thing. As much as I hate it, earning her forgiveness will have to wait.

"Now she's awake, you two should head to your apartment. See the twins, eat some proper food, and get some sleep. I can stay with her." Steve offers, but I'm quick to decline. "I don't want to leave her." I tell him, whilst gripping her hand tighter, my eyes not leaving her sleeping form. Steve lets out a sigh. "She'll be asleep for a while, and she needs you both on top form." He tells us.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up to see Wanda smiling warmly at me. I hadn't even noticed that she had moved from the other side of the bed. "Steve's right. We've been here for days. If we want to do what's right by Y/n, then we need to look after ourselves as well." She speaks sense.

With a huff I stand from my seat and lean forward to press a kiss to Y/n's head. "We'll be back later sweetheart. I love you so much." I tell her softly then move so that Wanda can say goodbye too. With one last look to our daughter, we both reluctantly leave. Though I smile when I see Steve move closer and take Y/n's hand in his own. Although I will forever regret how we have treated Y/n, I'm glad that she has had Steve there for her.

Y/n's POV:

Well, that was not how I wanted my first mission to go. I wanted to impress everyone, not end up in the med bay with part of my liver missing! Waking up was a weird experience. Seeing my parents' faces were the last thing I expected to see. They seem genuinely worried, but that was probably all a front for everyone else. They can't be seen to not care about the daughter they've ignored for the last few years.

When I wake up next, I see Steve smile down at me. "You're still here." I say and he nods. "Of course. I wanted to make sure that you're ok." He replies, making my own smile grow. I look around and my smile drops when I see that my moms aren't here. I can't hide that it hurts a little that they didn't stick around. But I shouldn't care about that. They haven't cared about me.

"Should have guessed they would go once I woke up." I complain, wincing as I try to adjust myself in bed. "Careful Y/n/n." Steve scolds me as he shoots to his feet to help adjust my pillows. "I told them to go." He admits and I look at him with a frown. "Not like that. But they have not left your side since you were brought in. They weren't looking after themselves and if they are going to help you through your recovery, they need to be at 100%" He explains but I just scoff.

"I don't need their help with my recovery. They didn't care before I was hurt, they don't get to care now." I groan. Steve takes his seat again and looks at me with his, "I know I'm right" look. "Y/n. I know you don't believe it, but they do care for you. They were cut up when you got hurt. They were devastated that they wouldn't have the chance to be able to make things up to you." He says. I roll my eyes, but he continues. "Look, I'm not saying you have to forgive them. But you can't question how much they have cared for you over the last few days."

"Fine, but I'm not going back to their place to recover." I huff, folding my arms. "Considering you've been shot and in a medically induced coma for the last few days, it's good to see it hasn't affected your attitude." Steve teases.

We sit in silence as I think about my parents. They surely can't think that just because they've been sat beside my bed whilst I've been hurt is going to make up for everything that they have done over the years? Who's to say that they won't go back to how they were once I'm healed? I have a place at Sheild now. Somewhere that I can make a name for myself and create my own family.

"I'm sorry I messed up the mission." I break the silence, my mind now moving on to the fact I failed at my first mission. "You didn't fail anything kiddo. We were set up. If anything, I should apologise to you. They were after me, but you were the one to get hurt. You did a great job of take on as many agents as you did." He explains, taking my hand in his. "You fought, and it's because of your skill and ability that you're alive. You impressed everyone." He assures me, running his thumb over my bruised knuckles.

Our moment is broken when my moms walk back in. "You're awake!" Mom says excitedly as both her and mama move into the room quickly. Steve moves back from my side, which I frown at as mama takes my hand in hers. I'm quick to pull it away. The hurt that flashes across her face doesn't go unnoticed, but I'm not in the mood to pretend like everything is ok right now.

"How are you feeling?" Mom asks, appearing to my left. "I'm fine." I respond shortly, receiving a warning raised eyebrow from Steve. "Are you in pain? I can get the nurse to come in and get you some pain killers." Mom fusses. "I'm fine." I repeat the same words. "That's not true, you've been wincing since you've woken up." Steve rats me out. Traitor. "If a 40 calibre bullet went through you, I'm sure you'd be wincing too." I snap. "Told you. Amazing how your attitude hasn't changed." Steve chuckles.

However, both my mom's look at me with worried looks. "I'm going to get Dr Cho. You look pale." Mom worries before rushing out the room.

Mama reaches forward and places her hand on my head, which I quickly try and move away from her touch. "You're hot. I hope you're not running a fever." She states. "Like you care." I mumble, but she hears it and that look of hurt appears on her face again. "Look Y/n. I know you believe that we don't care or love you. But that couldn't be further from the truth. I want nothing more than to talk to you about it and start to make up for everything. But right now, all that matters is your recovery. You can hate us and ignore us or yell at us, but we are not going anywhere." She states firmly, her eyes locked on to mine. I just roll my eyes and turn to look at Dr Cho who has walking into the room.

She checks me over and I notice the frown on her face. "What's up?" I question. "I'm worried about your temperature. I want to run some tests, but with the inflammation to your incision, I'm worried you've got an infection. It's nothing to worry about as we've caught it early. But we'll need to keep a close eye on you." She replies. "So, no discharge yet then." I huff.

Cho chuckles and looks up from my chart. "It's funny you think you were close even without this infection." She teases. "Aren't you meant to be nice to me? I'm a patient after all." I pout. "If I'm on good behaviour, can I get out early?" I plead. "Maybe in a week. But you'll be on strict bed rest and need to be cared for. You're still technically a minor." Cho breaks the news and I know exactly what she's getting at. "But I'm 18 in like 4 days! Besides, I literally got shot on a mission for Shield. Surely that's enough?" I argue.

"Y/n, you are going to struggle to walk, let alone be able to properly look after yourself. Even after you're 18, you'll need support during your recovery. It isn't a simple road ahead for you." Dr Cho returns. "So, what are you saying?" I get straight to the point. "I'm recommending that you are discharged to your family. You'll be in the compound so if anything goes wrong, you can get the right medical attention straight away." She explains. "Really? There are no other options. Can't I stay with Steve or something?" I ask but she shakes her head.

"Y/n, come on. It's what is best for you. Your moms will be there to help. I'll be away on missions so can't give you the care you need." Steve speaks up, but soon shrinks back as I glare at him. "Really, what makes you think that I'll get the care I need at home?" I growl, my anger building. "Y/n..." Mama starts but I cut her off. "No! You can't just stand there and act like the caring parents when you have done nothing to back that claim up. I've been the forgotten daughter for years! Slowly I have been pushed out this family and now you want me to just act like everything is ok and trust that you'll look after me?!" I yell, that frustration finally finding its way out.

"Y/n, you need to calm down. Your heartrate is getting too high." Dr Cho tries to calm me down. "Kiddo. You're ok. You need to give them a chance." Steve tries to reason. "A chance like I was given? I've practically raised myself these last few years!" I snap. Why is he suddenly defending them?!

"Please sweetheart. You're going to make yourself sicker. We want to be there for you. We're not denying how badly we've treated you. But I promise that it will never happen again. You'll be safe with us. We just want to be able to care for you and help you get to full health." Mama speaks, her eyes filled with tears. I look between her, and mom and I see that she's almost inconsolable. "Do I have a choice?" I sigh, turning to Cho. "Technically, yes. But physically, you won't be able to follow through with it." She breaks the bad news. Suddenly the sounds of my heart monitor becomes noticeable so I lie back and take a couple of deep breaths. I can feel all their eyes on me, and I let out a sigh. "Fine whatever." I respond. I just need to do everything that Cho tells me so I can heal as fast as possible and move back to Shield and start my life again.

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The next few days are not fun. My infection hit me pretty hard, and I spent a lot of time either sweating or freezing whilst fighting the urge to throw up. I hate being stuck in this bed and I just want to be healthy again and being able to go on missions. Before it went south, I was loving it. Even if it was just a small one.

I'm also finding it hard that my mothers are suddenly around all the time. Mama is much better at not smothering me. Mom on the other hand, she is always fussing. But that's her and I used to love it when I was younger, when she actually cared about my wellbeing. "Wands, she's already said she has enough pillows." Mama sighs, her own frustrations growing. "Yes, sorry you did." Mom apologises, slowly putting the pillow down she had in her hands.

"Can I get you anything else? Some food. Though the food here is pretty horrible. When you're back home, I'll make sure to cook you something tasty with the food you're allowed to eat." She starts to ramble. I'm not going to lie, that does sound amazing, and I'd kill for a bowl of paprikash right now. I remember when mom taught me how to cook it. It was one of the last memories I have of us spending quality time together.

I don't realise I'm smiling until I see both my parents looking at me warmly. I quickly shake it off, not wanting to let them think that I'm enjoying this in the slightest. "You know what. A sandwich would be good." I say, taking them both by surprise. I've not been very talkative, but I could do with a break right now. I know I won't be able to get rid of both of them, but I can at least take a break from mom fussing.

"Of course. I'll go and make you something up and bring it down. The bread is always dry here." She speaks, grabbing a couple of things and turning to leave. "Maybe I'll check with Cho if you could have a smoothy." She mumbles, making mama chuckle as she leaves.

I let out a breath of relief. I feel slightly less suffocated. But I am still very aware of mama's eyes boring into me. I'm used to her being quiet. She always observes, making her conclusions before talking when it's necessary. But seeing her now, it feels different. I'm pretty good at reading people and I can tell that she is lost in her own thoughts. I've only seen her like it a couple of times before and it's been after particularly difficult missions. Ones that bring up bad memories for her.

I grab the TV remote and try and find something to watch. I end up with Rizzoli and Isles on. I don't really watch it, but the sound is helping to break the awkward silence. Just after they break the case in the show, I notice mama sit more upright in her seat.

"When I found you in Hydra, I knew instantly that I wanted to help you. There was something about you that melted my heart. When we found out that you had no family to return you to, it wasn't even a question, I knew I was going to adopt you. In that short space of time, I had spent with you, I grew to love you." She starts. I don't look to her, my focus on the TV.

"Even though you had been through so much, you had this happiness around you. You were grateful for everything and found the joy in the smallest thing. I just wanted to give you a life that you deserved. When I married Wanda, I was so happy that I could give you two loving parents." From the corner of my eye, I can see her smile tearily as she picks at the skin around her fingers.

"I failed you Y/n. When I adopted you, I promised that I would be the best parent to you. That you would never want for anything. What's worse, is I never even noticed what I was doing. What we were both doing. I've always prided myself on being able to read people, but I couldn't see the damage I was doing to my own daughter." She continues, pain evident in her voice.

"I wish I could go back in time to change how we acted with you. To include you fully with the twins, to support you in your work in the Shield Programme. To show that even with the boys, you were loved and an integral part of this family. All I can do is apologise and promise that we are not going to let that happen again." She finishes, finally look up to me, a couple of tears falling down her cheeks.

"It's been years. We're not just talking about a couple of months here." I speak up, still not able to lock eyes with her. "Steve became more of a parent for me than the two of you." I admit, and that seems to make mama's heart break a little more. "Is it because I'm not biologically yours and moms?" I ask, my voice shaking.

Mama is quickly to her feet and takes my hand in between both of hers. "No. Of course not Detka, and I will forever hate myself that I've allowed you to think otherwise." She tries to reassure me, a panic in her eyes. "I wish I could give you a reason for why we acted like we did. Initially, it was because we were so focused on the boys, but after that, I have no idea. I wish I could pinpoint why, maybe it would make this all easier. I know you probably don't believe it, but I love you as much as those boys. Blood doesn't matter to me. You are my daughter as much as they are my sons. I know and feel that through every fibre of my body." She expresses. The sincerity is evident in both her voice and facial expressions. "Saying sorry isn't going to fix this. You only knew what you were doing because I called you out on it. Had I not gotten shot, would you have made any effort to rectify what was wrong?" I question her, my anger growing.

"We wanted to. We were planning on taking you to breakfast to talk and work out a way that we could make things right with you. But you had gone, and we couldn't get to you. You have a lot of people at Sheild that love you." She chuckles humourlessly. That is true. Maria is like an aunt to me and her and Fury happily kept my room allocation secret, "Look, I know that we don't deserve your forgiveness, but it doesn't mean that we are going to stop trying." She states firmly.

"It's not that simple mama. I have learnt to live without you now and I've got my own place with Shield. We can both move on with you getting your perfect biological family and I get the career I want." I say, but that only makes mama cry more. "No, our family is only perfect if you are in it too!" She almost shouts, but she's quick to calm herself down. "Look, we've got to live together through your recovery, let's just see how things go after that ok." She proposes. "Fine, but I can't promise anything will change." I respond and she nods. "I know. But I'm going to try everything to earn your forgiveness." She comes back with a newfound confidence.

We fall back into a silence, one that feels more comfortable. Mama looks less stressed, but her brow is still furrowed. When mom returns, the quiet is broken again, despite mama trying to get her to calm down. I try not to smile when she tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I miss this caring side of my parents so much. But for me, it's too little, too late.

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radiant-reid · 10 months

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I would love to see a blurb or later season Spencer with a reader whose scared to have sex bc her ex constantly told her she was bad at it

aw no this is so sad, i hope you're okay <3

"Can I ask you something?" Spencer asks softly while you lay together as you come down from the rush of oxytocin and dopamine.

He was inside you less than five minutes ago, but he still feels the need for permission to get into a deep conversation. "Mm-hmm." You hum, internally bracing yourself for him to nicely comment on your abilities.

"Do you actually want to be having sex with me?" He asks without any judgment in his tone. "Because we don't have to, you know? It's not a deal breaker to me."

"I'm just... scared." You chose the word carefully, but it doesn't embody the full feeling.

His heart drops in his chest when he realizes that maybe it's not been all that he thinks it is for you. "Have I been hurting you?"

You quickly shake your head. "No, no. I just... wasn't sure you... liked it?"

Spencer's eyes widen in shock about how you could possibly be under that impression. "I have thoroughly enjoyed every second of it." He assures you. "Why would you think otherwise?"

You cringe, which is very noticeable to a profiler who knows you so deeply. "I'm not... good."

His scoff is in disbelief. "That's not at all true." He promises, reaching out to gently hold your cheek. "You're very good."

"You think?" You ask, skeptical of his assurance while you push through and tell the full truth without tearing up. "I was always told I was bad at it."

"What?" Spencer rhetorically asks. "My love, that is so far from the truth. I hate that you've been feeling that way, but I can assure you that's not true. You're wonderful to be with."

You smile softly at his sweet words, knowing he's speaking the truth. "Thank you. You're wonderful to be with as well."

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid blurb

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writingoddess1125 · 7 months

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It's Done pt. 2

Asshole Mihawk x Femreader

Angst and Saddness

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"She hasn't returned...."

Mihawk grumbled as he sat at his desk- anger radiating off of him like a cloak as he stared down at the paperwork he had been pushing off, instead staring at the manilla folder you had given him the month prior.

Truthfully Mihawk believed you would return, figuring that your senses would return and you'd come back home. Your sensitive heart always weak to him anyway, however the first week he had figured you were just playing hard- the second week he started to drink to help steady his nerves in waiting for you to return.. the third week he had started to drink harder and go into fits of rage demolishing the East wing of his manor.

Now in the fourth week he had emptied his cellar, having laid there in a drunken depression as he waited for you.

The reality that you had truly left setting in his bones....

On the other end, It had been a rather healing month for you. You traveled to a island closer to the East Blue rather then staying in the Grand Line- an island for yourself years ago before you married Mihawk and having a vacation home built that was never used- truth be told you were a wreck the first week.. or two.. thinking you should just go back to Mihawk and deal with his bullshit- However after many nights crying, drinking and belittling yourself you at the third and fourth week you started to clean up the vacation home. Traveling to villages near by to get supplies to decorate the way you wanted and cook meals for yourself again, meeting people along the way who had been kind to you.

It was refreshing.

You'd slowly been putting yourself back together again, sure you still cried at night- yes you did burn every god damn portrait you had of you and Mihawk in that house- including your wedding dress.

But now mentally you were in a better place, a feeling of peace finally settling in your bones-

Tonight was like that. You had made yourself a nice dinner, some tea and was reading a book by the fireplace. The peace being disturbed however by a hard knock on the door- you knew it was him...

Getting up you walk to the front door as HE knocked again. Opening the door you saw Mihawk.

Your face hardened as you saw Mihawk standing there- He looked like shit.. His shirt was dirty with wine stains, his hair a utter mess and his beard far too grown in for his normal looks.

"...Sir Dracule why are you at my door" You said sharply, seeing his eyes flash with a deepened sadness at you referring to him like this.

"(Y/N) I want you to return home- I was wrong for how I've treated you" He said sincerely clutching the divorce papers in his hand.

"I want you back" He said, admitting some level of defeat at wanting you to return- His pride getting pushed aside mildly at this, tossing the manilla envelope to the ground infront of him.

You rolled your eyes at this, finding his words foolish as you glared at him.

"Mihawk you haven't had me in years... how can you miss something you haven't had in such a long time- if ever" You say, trying to be as harsh as possible- His eyes locking onto yours.

"You loved- No love me (Y/N) don't act like that.. You got what you wanted, I'm begging for you back" He said, You feeling anger bubble in your chest.

"You still think this is some sort of power struggle don't you? No this is 20 years of you disrespecting me- of treating me like total shit! There was a time I did love you Mihawk, but everytime I look at you I feel hate- Not just for you but myself!" You yelled angrily.

"How because I loved you I wasn't smart enough to leave you sooner- I gave my youth to you and my heart and you pissed in it- I hate myself for allowing that.. and I'll never allow it again"

His eyes were of that of shock, you could tell he was most likely drunk anyway- Otherwise this level of emotion wouldn't be on his face.

"I'm sorry I treated you badly- I was ignorant and I want to make it up to you-" scoffing at his words you reached next to you angrily and grabbed the one weapon you kept in this house- A revolver.

"Get the hell off my property-" You hissed, you aiming at him as you cocked the gun. Mihawk stared hard at you, seeing the hatred in your eyes as you locked eyes with him.

"I'm not leaving till you come back home with me"

"Never.." You growled, not letting his stubbornness win. However you would be lying if you said you werent shocked by what he did next- Mihawk got on his knees before you, his hands on his knees as he looked up at you.

"I'd rather die as your husband (Y/N)- Please return home... "

He said, staring at your face of shock as you clutched the revolver tightly in your grasp.

He heard the click of what he assumed was you putting the safety back on- as he closed his eyes, relieved youd finally see his sincerity and-

BANG!

Mihawks eyes snap up in shock as he stared at you- You had tears running down your cheeks as you stared down at him. The breath in his lungs frozen as he looked before him- there was a bullet hole in the soft soil at him, he could tell that from your angle it was less then an inch from were his head was bowed.

"Damn you- I damn you Dracule Mihawk! I want nothing to ever do with you again and after today!... after this moment of what little love I had left for you I will not hesitate to cash in that Bounty on your head-"

You hissed, lowering the gun you quickly emptied the chamber before you could change your mind and tossed the bullets before him onto the dirty manilla folder.

"May the Goddess have mercy on you if you ever dare darken my door again with this bullshit!"

Turning back into your home you slammed the door hard and locked it- The former Warlord feeling the wash of adrenaline leave his body as air returned to his lungs and for the first time in years felt his hands shake-

Mihawk head slacked as he sat there- shame washing over his form... he had taken a gamble and lost- worse of all he lost with his life...

This was something he was going to be forced to live with- which was worse then any death.

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flwrshee · 8 months

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✉️ WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK

duo ﹒ hyung line x fmr genre fluff word count 07k warnings getting drunk , kissing , nicknames note 💬 everyone thank cael for helping me

LEE HEESEUNG

he is probably a heavy drinker

so maybe after three bottles he gets drunk

spits nonsense and secrets when he isn’t sober

definitely the type to get flirty when he’s drunk

would start calling you ‘pretty girl’

he’d ask you if you have a boyfriend or not

and he’d say that he has a girlfriend, would talk about you for hours

you would try hit on him but he would say that his girlfriend wouldn't like that

can i get your number? sorry, my girlfriend wouldn't like that. what's your girlfriend's name? lee yn, we’re about to get married.

he has the widest grin on his face when he says that

he starts asking you were his girlfriend is

and then this man starts crying all of a sudden

he's sobbing because he misses his girlfriend

which results in you calling a taxi and getting him back home

at home he starts rambling about you

he's literally so in love with you and he doesn't realise it

next morning he has the worst hangover

heeseung can't remember a single thing that happened the previous night

when you tell him about it he just denies it

he face says otherwise because it is the brightest shade of red ever

PARK JONGSEONG

softest boy when he’s drunk

lowkey turns into a lover boy

type to get clingy when he has had too much to drink

asking for a kiss every two minutes

physically cannot let go off you

his hands are around your waist and his face is nuzzled in your neck

hugs you with the widest smile ever

hey, can i have your number? excuse me miss, i have a girlfriend. really, huh? yea, she’s better than you.

then he turns cold because he doesn’t recognise you as his girlfriend

he thinks you’re the girl that asked him for his number

when you tell him who you are he says your lying

you try convincing him but it doesn’t work

when you hug him he tells you to back off

tells you about how his girlfriend is the best

probably says the truth when he’s drunk

but i can't emphasise enough how he becomes so soft

he craves physical touch when he is drunk

after being cold to you for a while he will eventually start missing you

he'd call your name and run up to you just to hug you

SIM JAEYUN

jake is a moderate drinker

he doesn't drink much but still ends up getting drunk

i feel like he likes the feeling of being drunk

he gets giddy and excited over every little thing

starts referring to as 'the pretty girl'

he cannot remember you at all

his eyes are somewhere else, probably day dreaming about you

this man will cry, he will full on sob

jake, why are you crying? i miss my girlfriend. i am your girlfriend, i'm right here *hugs* i love you ☹️☹️☹️

he will not stop crying though

because he starts thinking about sad stuff even though you are with him

maybe an excuse so you can hug him more, but who knows?

he ends up under the table with his hands around his knees

he is still sobbing, don't ask me why he just is

after his crying session he gets all cute and pouty

his lips are in a pout asking for your kisses

he gets sad and cranky when you say no to them

but you kiss him anyway because his lips are just too cute

jake is a very happy boy now

PARK SUNGHOON

he gets cocky and confident when he's drunk

usually he is a shy boy who can't even ask for a hug w/o blushing but now he is flirting with you

boy is rizzing you up but he can't even stand up straight

he would try hit on you but you would end up laughing at him

this is probably his only chance to things like this without getting embarrassed

you would definitely film this and save it for later

he wouldn't recognise you as your girlfriend so he would compliment you

hi there pretty girl i have a boyfriend, back off your boyfriend doesn't need to know 😏 *laughing in shock*

everything he does is funny to you

he would become the loudest introvert you know

singing, he would randomly sing

like one of those 80s korean band songs, yea he'd sing them to you

trying to impress you as much as he can so you fall for him

when he is sobering up he keeps saying he recognises you some where

he calls you his girlfriend number two because you look exactly like his one

the way he compares you to yourself made you laugh

and then he just laughs with you

but he doesn't get what's so funny

although when he isn't drunk and you tell him all about the day before he starts blushing so much

poor boy can't believe he did all of that

but you just find him really cute

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sphireath-wisp · 8 months

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#You and Me - Always Forever

Sypnosis: What was one of the moments that made them decide they wanted to marry you and vice versa?

Warnings: Might fall in love with the reader, no actual proposals (just the moments that spark that thought, that feeling that you'd want to spend a lifetime with that person), not proofread, messy interchanging grammar

Note: Bachira and Rin version is coming up soon!!

Featuring: Seishiro Nagi, Yoichi Isagi x GN! Reader

Seishiro Nagi - What made him want to marry you?

"Still can't get past that level?" You settle down next to him on the soft mattress of your bed. He whines - a 'yes' in his dictionary - and tugs on the hem of your shirt to pull you closer. The pillow originally cuddled nicely on his lap is replaced by you, you were softer than any lame pillow anyway.

His arms are wrapped comfortably around your waist whilst his hands are occupied by his phone - otherwise, he would've had his hands all over you. Nagi's head relaxes on your shoulder, fingers brushing your hair aside. You hear the tapping of his thumbs against the screen progressively get louder with the occasional soft grunts and sighs of frustration.

You chuckle, "Nagi, I'm meeting up with an old friend soon, let me go." You notice his grip on his phone tightens. Instead of listening to you, he does the opposite, holding you even closer. You huff. It always boiled down to this when it came to leaving his side - you would tell him your very valid reason for leaving, he would pout and cry, and you would have to resort to emergency measures.

Pressing a delicate kiss on his cheek, you quickly worm your way out of his arms when he isn't focused. "I'll be back later!" or so you exclaimed, creaking the door shut behind you. By the time Nagi has registered your exit, he realizes he lost in his game - you now owe him a good 30 minutes of your undivided attention and, for good measure, 10 kisses.

The night after you left was a complete blur, he was whining and complaining to Reo for who knows how long, but you never showed up. Whenever he did make the effort to drag his feet out of the bedroom, he saw you happily chatting with your friend - "I'll wait a little longer," he would mumble, not wanting to disturb your little reunion.

Before he realized it, it was already the following morning, your body hurled up to his. "I don't remember getting in bed," Nagi mutters, voice lowered into a whisper so as to not disturb your sleep. He thinks it's a bit strange - you had recently been having trouble sleeping and he always made sure you got into bed before he did... perhaps he just forgot after all.

"Ah, right." He slowly stands up, making his way to his computer as he begins to recollect the events of last night. From the little bits of last night that he could recall, he remembers calling Reo on his computer (ahem, Discord).

Much to his surprise, Reo had sent him... quite a long video that he recorded from last night. From the thumbnail, Nagi noted that Reo had screen-recorded the call he was on with Nagi.

He plops back down on the bed, wanting to be close to you as he sits through this - hopefully - entertaining video.

"(Name) left," That monotone voice, familiar white and fluffy hair - it was him in the video. "They owe me 30 minutes and 10 kisses." Nagi hears a familiar chuckle from the video as Reo begins.

"Ah, how sad. First, you can't beat that level and now your dearest (Name) isn't paying attention to you, I almost feel bad for you." Reo teases and Nagi pouts as he watches the video, perfectly mirroring the expression he wore last night.

"It's okay... I can wait."

"Stop lying to yourself, Nagi." Reo takes notice of Nagi's newfound restlessness.

"I hope (Name)..." Nagi yawns before continuing, "...hope they come back soon." He lays his arms down on the table, head resting on his right bicep whilst fidgeting with his phone. "This game's rigged."

"Lost again?" Reo chuckles. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to send (Name) all of your complaints. They'll be sure to shower you in kisses the next morning."

"Thanks, Reo, you're the best." Nagi corrects himself after pausing. "Second-best."

"Ouch, even I can't beat (Name)."

The video had dragged on with small tidbits of funny moments to keep Nagi watching, but it was mainly a compilation of him grumbling. However, it started getting interesting halfway through.

"Right, Nagi?" The silence is loud except for the sound of gunshots - likely from the game. "Nagi?" Reo repeats with a concerned expression on his face. He connects the dots. Nagi had fallen asleep. "Pfft," He bites his lip to hold back his laughter, chest bubbling.

"Alright then, night-" Just as Reo was about to end the call, he heard the door open while calling out Nagi's name. "Oh," As if you were duplicating Reo, you refrained from laughing too much and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

Reo turns off his camera, observing you with bated breath. "Did he really wait for me?" You scratch the back of your neck, helping him sit upright in the chair before somehow dragging his 190cm body to bed. It was a smart choice for Reo to mute himself, you would have heard him bursting out laughing otherwise.

"Sweet dreams, love." You couldn't help but be generous tonight, giving Nagi's cheek a soft kiss. Rubbing your eyes, you were about to grab his phone from the table before stopping mid-action.

"...This game has a saving function, right?" You conveniently take a seat right in front of the computer, a perfect view of that puzzled expression plastered on your face. "Where would it be? Wait, shit, I didn't mean to start a round."

You purse your lips, eyebrows furrowing as you randomly press buttons. You genuinely looked distressed, aware that he'd be upset if he lost progress. Multiple sighs of frustration escaped you, completely lost. But, despite your frustration, you would rather sit there and struggle than see Nagi disheartened the next day.

Eventually, you pull out your own phone with your other hand and presumably search for how to save the game. "Ohh, okay, I think I get it."

Eyes locked onto Nagi's phone, you breathed a sigh of relief when you finally figured it out. "Okay then, phew... Better save multiple times." You stood up and tiptoed your way to bed, hearing one last giggle from you before the video ended.

Nagi's left stunned - he doesn't know what to say. His parted lips slowly curve into a smile, one hand cupping your cheek. Careful not to wake you from your slumber, he lays back down in bed, gaze melting. His thumb gently grazes your lips, hand traveling to your hair before pulling you closer to him.

"...You still owe me those kisses." He buries his face into your shoulder, a content sigh leaving him.

You - What made you want to marry him?

You have... low expectations when it comes to Nagi. He's a minimal-effort type of guy. Because of the little motivation he had, because of how painfully forgetful he could be, he did everything in the little power he had to remember the little things about you.

Your birthday is his password, your favorite candy and flower is his home screen so he'll always remember to get you something special on his way home from practice, and your oh-so enchanting picture on his lock screen. He's enamored, absolutely smitten when it comes to you - perhaps that's why he asked you this.

"(Name), why do people get married? Documents... preparing for it... isn't a hassle?" Nagi snuggles his cheek against your thigh, rolling his body to lie on his back at looking up at you and the tree you both were relaxing under. Your soft chuckles escalate to loud bursts of laughter, gently pinching his cheek.

"Nagi, honey," You notice a slight smile when you call him honey, "it's for love."

You see Nagi scratch his head, fingers running through his messy white locks. "We love each other, so why aren't we married?"

"People who get married want to take their relationship a step further, move on from just boyfriend and girlfriend. You know what I mean?"

Nagi definitely did not get it. "What's the point in that?"

You purse your lips in thought, gaze shifting upwards as you stare at the sky. "It's saying that you're willing to dedicate everything to them. Spend your time with them until you both are old, promise to never leave their side, and build your future with them." Dipping your chin, you let go of his cheek and target his ear this time. "It's nothing small or pointless."

Nagi thinks for a moment and you assume he finally understood. It certainly did give you a good shock and laugh when he asked such a question, you were almost worried he was crazy enough to ask you to marry him.

"I wanna spend the rest of my life with you... Can we get married?"

Perhaps you spoke too soon. Blush spreads across your cheeks and progresses to the tip of your ears. Clearing your throat and looking elsewhere, you speak, "Nagi... not so soon."

"So when?"

"When we're older."

"How old?" Damn, he was really determined.

"When both of us are ready, to move in together, to wake up and sleep next to each other every single day."

"...Are you not ready?" Gray doe eyes stare at you, eyebrows furrowing slightly. He speaks as if he was completely serious and ready, his mind set on spending the rest of his years with you.

As much as you didn't want to disappoint him, you needed to be truthful. Your eyes met his. "No, I'm not ready, not yet."

"Okay..." Just as you expected, he sighed and backed down for a moment. Your heart ached a little seeing his reaction, but you didn't have time to say anything before he returned to his previous insistence. "What ring would you want?"

"Nagi! I told you I'm not ready. There's no need to rush." Honestly speaking, you found it a teeny bit cute, but it'd be plain impulsive to rush into marriage.

"Just tell me."

You place a hand on your chin, humming as you think about it. You weren't exactly prepared to answer such a question, so the first thing that came to your mind spilled out of your mouth like word vomit."...A diamond ring?"

"Okay." Nagi pulls out his phone, changing his lock screen to a diamond ring - Was he really serious about this? His hand holds yours, fingers caressing your ring finger specifically. "I'll wait for as long as you want me to."

You recognized that look in his eye anywhere. You had seen it when he played soccer and scored an unbelievable goal so many times. Nagi had already decided and, because you knew him so well, you were aware you couldn't stop him.

Your mouth opens at first to retort and, hopefully, knock some sense into him. However, you hold your tongue when he closes his eyes. "Sleepy, already?"

"Mmhm, you're the best pillow I could ever ask for."

"Is that why you want to marry me?" You scoff and shake your head - a big contrast to that warm smile spreading on your face.

"It's a good bonus."

Well, you could always chide him another time. You'll have all the time in the world when you're sleeping in the same bed with him and wishing him a good night or when you're celebrating anniversaries together. You'll have more than enough time after you marry him.

Yoichi Isagi - What made him want to marry you?

You take hold of Isagi's wrist, preventing him from knocking on the door of his parent's home. "Wait wait wait, I'm not ready." You take deep breaths in a poor attempt to calm down, blaming the wind for making you shiver uncontrollably when Isagi questions you - even though it wasn't even cold that night.

"Ahhh," You let go of Isagi's wrist and pace back and forth in front of the doorstep. You scratch your head, messing up the hairdo you spent so long trying to perfect at home. "What if your parents don't like me? What if they don't approve? What will happen to us?"

Isagi grabs your hand firmly, stopping you from mindlessly circling around the doorstep. He runs his fingers through your hair, taming any loose strands of hair and brushing through the tangles. "Don't worry," he squeezes your hand, "I'm here for you."

"Plus, why wouldn't they like you?" You feel a thumb caress the knuckles of your hand. "I'm sure they'll love you. Come on, let's knock on the door together."

"Not to mention, we shouldn't stay out here that long. I don't want you catching a cold in this weather." Isagi plays along with your lame excuse, neither teasing nor making fun of you for it.

Isagi was so, so sure he'd be the one reassuring you the whole night, holding your hand under the table, finishing your sentences when you stumble on your words - he was prepared and ready to be your knight in shining armor. But, why has the table turned a whole 180 degrees on him? He's the one blushing profusely, sweat clinging to his forehead as he hears his mother's question.

"Would you like to see Isagi's baby pictures?" The question was repeating in his head like a broken record, a bad dream he couldn't escape by pinching himself awake. What turned this bad dream into a full-on nightmare was when you nodded without a single atom of hesitation. Despite how much he tugged on your sleeve, you continued to smile oh-so innocently.

"Alright, let me go get them." Isagi's mother slowly stands up and you rush to her side, pulling her chair behind and helping her up. "Take your time," you remind her softly, letting go of her arms when you are sure she can stand on her own two feet. Isagi widens his eyes when he sees how patient you are with his mother.

How sly of you, trying to make him forget about his baby pictures that you happily - on the verge of eagerly - agreed to see.

"Babe!" Isagi hisses at you through clenched teeth once you sit back down next to him, his cheeks flushed. "What? You already saw my baby pictures. I think I deserve to see yours." You had begun to get comfortable around his parents and that distraught version of you that he witnessed just a while ago vanished into thin air.

"Ah, there it is!" Isagi's mother returns to the table, a dusty book in her hand. She opens its pages, revealing pictures of Isagi in his formative years inside.

"This is when he first entered kindergarten," You nod while his mother points, unable to hold back your giggles of delight. Isagi's hand almost crumples the pages of the book as he hurriedly flips to the next page.

"Oh! This is when you won your first spelling bee." Isagi's mother hums. "You were so proud of yourself back then."

"Awh, is this when he took his first steps?" You begin to join in the teasing, shifting your chair closer to his mom's.

"Mhm, isn't he cute?"

"Oh, oh! Are these his class photos?"

"He's building a sandcastle in the picture, we were at the beach that day."

Isagi could barely hear the full conversation, his mind going blank at some parts.

At this point, you could feel the steam escaping Isagi as he heats up beyond his melting point. He places one hand on your thigh, burying his face into your shoulder in absolute embarrassment. This conversation would actually make him evaporate.

You pat his head, comforting him. "Ma'am, I think we could continue this another time. Isagi needs some time to cool off." You rub circles on his back with your palm, hearing a relieved sigh escape him.

Man, you really know how to read him.

You - What made you want to marry him?

Recently, you noticed your beloved boyfriend develop a new habit. Whenever you sleep over at his house, which has been happening more often because of a pair project you both have together (that requires a ridiculous amount of discussion and cooperation), you have recently begun taking mental note of his little habits.

One of the most noteworthy examples is the fact that he has this notebook that he wrote in once in a while. Sometimes, he would write in it multiple times a day. Other times, he wouldn't write in it for a full day and maybe even leave it to collect dust for the following day as well.

In the beginning, you made the assumption that it was just a journal to rant or perhaps a diary. However, the fact that he doesn't write in it every day proves your diary theory wrong. So, you went with the former - even he would have things he needs to get off his chest.

...did he not trust you enough to confide in you? He knows you're there for him, right? Is he going through something?

It made you sickly worried, but what could you do? It would be just plain rude to go through his notebook. No matter how much you wanted to confirm it for yourself, no matter how much your curiosity killed you over and over again when you caught sight of the wind flipping the book open, you did not want to and did not have the right to invade his privacy.

That night, he sat by his desk and twirled the pen in his hand, biting the end of the pen occasionally. Tapping his shoulder at a safe distance to alert him, you observe him as he turns his head to you.

That comically soft gaze of his alone almost made you forget your words, your train of thought coming to a sudden halt. You clear your throat, "What are you writing?" Your glances alternate between him, the room, and the book (though you tried avoiding looking at the book for too long).

To your surprise, he didn't immediately shut the book, dragging another chair next to him for you. Isagi openly shows it to you, "Do you want any cats in the future? Dogs? Pets in general?" He nods when you respond, writing down your reply in the notebook.

You analyze the pages silently, at a loss of words when you really absorbed what he was writing. From your allergies to what you didn't like in food, from what he had in common with you to activities you both enjoyed, it was sweet and insane at the same time.

You couldn't believe you were just overthinking a while ago. Relief washed over you.

"Should we have a cactus, like Nagi does? Should we name the cactus too?" Isagi laughs and you follow suit, concurring with the idea.

Isagi was almost the optimistic type, looking forward to the future. It was adorable seeing him plan so much in advance. It conveyed to you how excited he was to be with you, how euphoric it sounded to spend the time he had now and the time he would have in the future with you - and he wasn't alone, you felt the exact same way.

Even though both of you knew how life could be, life never goes according to plan no matter how much you try to make it, it didn't matter. The both of you will figure things out together, just like you've always done.

"Isagi, why are you writing all of this down?"

"Okay, I know that this will sound cheesy but-" Isagi places his hand on yours, interlocking fingers with you. "It's my promise to you."

"Promise?" You blink.

"It's physical proof that I mean it when I say I'll always be with you. I'm not here for the short term, I'm going to build a life with you, (Name)." Oh no, he's left you breathless again.

"That is cheesy."

"Right?"

"But, it's just like you." You kiss his cheek. "I wouldn't change anything about you.

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senblades · 24 days

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Just realized that Crow and Violet enter the Phantom thieves group with the same condition, though not the same circumstances.

They both first Joined as a fake of themselves, fooling everyone. Then they were a 2-phase boss fight, where the true self gets revealed. Then they join the team, for good and for real.

Hmmmmmmmmm

ANON YOU'RE SO RIGHT I'M

I'll always be a little sad that Atlus never went all-in on the SumiGoro friendship/parallels potential... o7 another fallen dynamic for the pit

in all seriousness, though: many people have talked about the Akechi and Sumire parallels far better than I ever could, but I'll talk some more anyway!

I think the most obvious parallel is in who they admire/resent. Sumire, obviously, admires Kasumi in every way- undercut with resentment that she's scared to ackowledge. Akechi, meanwhile, resents Joker to hell and back, undercut with layers of admiration that he refuses to admit to (+ uh. shauke angst HAHA)

Both are lying to themselves about their other halves, but even more interestingly: Both Kasumi and Joker see Sumire and Akechi respectively as their equals/rivals, despite everything, and even though it may seem that one half is clearly better than the other at first glance.

Sumire's coach, during the Faith confidant, tells Sumire how Kasumi had worked so hard because she knew if she didn't, Sumire would catch up to her- that Kasumi was jealous of Sumire's grace (Ironic, as meanwhile Sumire was desperate to emulate Kasumi's boldness)

Joker's a bit different -silent protag, and all- but, even still: "I'll hold onto you're glove", "I won't lose"- so much of Joker's dialogue about Akechi makes it clear that he takes the other seriously. Plus, the consistent reminders that the promise for a rematch hasn't been fulfilled: clearly, Joker doesn't consider the interrogation room nor the engine room 'fair fights', or true indicators of either's skill (stop me before I go on a tangent)

It's not just Joker=Kasumi and Sumire=Akechi, though. The fact that both sides of each equation are equals means that some lines get crossed. I'm thinking Kasumi's "Because that's my right, as the elder sister!" vs. Akechi's "Going all out against a junior seems a bit gauche, don't you think?"- both Kasumi and Akechi seem to have this idea that they have to be better (a bit of speculation on my part, for Kasumi)- they have no excuse to lose; it's only natural if they win, and incredibly dissapointing otherwise.

back to crow/violet parallels, they also act as excellent foils for each other in the royal trio dynamic: Sumire, when faced with low self-esteem and terrible circumstances, latches onto people that she considers "better"- imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, after all! And Sumire has imitation in spades.

Akechi, meanwhile, distances himself from pretty much everyone. He seems to value shallow praise of people that don't really see, rather than experience the mortifying ordeal of being known, and whatnot.

but even then, Akechi does have some similar tendencies to Sumire- he just hides it under layers of deflection and lying to himself. He claims to absolutely hate Shido and Joker, and while I don't doubt that, necessarily, it's clearly far more complicated than that. Akechi, no matter how he feels about them, lives and dies by the will of his obsessions- and by the time of the third semster, he's had enough. (while, conversely, Sumire hasn't quite learned to stand on her own)

Actually, speaking of the third semester; Maruki's reality also highlights some similarities between the two, as the two people most egregiously edited by the false reality: Sumire, back to believing she's Kasumi, and Akechi as "I've never had a violent thought in my life!" pleasant boy. Those two are the only members of the PT where Maruki goes straight for the personality.

whoops. long post HAHA

#asks #persona 5 #goro akechi #sumire yoshizawa #kasumi yoshizawa #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #I'm on a roll with these word vomit posts

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cartierre · 7 months

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ICED OAT LATTE | ma11

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU marcus armstrong x fem!novalak!reader (fc: sabrina carpenter)

side note: this is a bit on the shorter side but otherwise it felt like just dragging it out for nothing. there are two twitter threads though so i think that kind of makes up for it?

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y/n_novalak my segment on screamingmeals "y/n's coffee corner" launches this week! try out different kinds of coffee with me, send me suggestions how you like to drink yours and let's have a little chat together! we're going to start off strong with my all time favourite: an iced oat latte 🧊☕️

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user1 watch y/n become the next emma chamberlain

user2 i don't like coffee but maybe y/n can come up with a way for me to somewhat enjoy it ⤷ user3 y/n should definitely do an episode on how to get into coffee as a beginner!

screamingmeals we never knew coffee could be so expensive ⤷ y/n_novalak i won't settle for cheap coffee beans

clementnovalak first you stole my best friend and now you get your own corner? ⤷ y/n_novalak go cry me a riverrrrrr ⤷ user4 y/n and clem being siblings, part 1933829

user5 i love an oat latte, but warm instead of cold!

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y/n_novalak i'm the proudest girlfriend on the planet right now. to see marcus race here in st. petersburg makes my heart bloom. happy indycar debut babes! (psa: giving the coffee a 6/10 because it was overpriced)

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user6 ugh i cannot they're literally perfect for each other ⤷ user7 i'm so glad clem introduced them to each other

clementnovalak for the record: i am still a bit salty you didn't come to my race this weekend ⤷ y/n_novalak should i hold your hand the next time since you're such a crybaby? ⤷ clementnovalak i'm telling maman that you're mean to me

user8 i never know if y/n and clem are being serious or not with their banter ⤷ user9 i have a brother and lemme tell you we're the same

marcusarmstrong with you by my side, i feel like i can achieve anything comment liked by y/n_novalak ⤷ y/n_novalak stop it i'm getting emotional

user10 *crying in single*

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y/n_novalak we're going into round two! this time on "y/n's coffee corner" we're going full traditional: we're taste testing the cappucino. a classic. the cappucino shines with a foamy top and lots of aroma. you can never go wrong with it. (spoiler alert: it's not marcus' favourite 😱)

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user11 y/n needs to start a whole blog about coffee

user12 marcus doesn't like a cappucino? 🚩🚩 ⤷ y/n_novalak that's what i was thinking ⤷ marcusarmstrong i'm sorry

clementnovalak the way you only put a heart on yours and marcus' coffee and i got a blop of nothingness is actually hurting my soul ⤷ y/n_novalak you're always mean to me you don't deserve a heart

user13 i have the same coffee machine! comment liked by y/n_novalak

user14 i'm more of a latte person myself, but you can never really go wrong with a cappucino!

user15 back when i wasn't allowed to drink coffee, my mum always gave me her foam on her capuccino because i was so sad that i couldn't get one myself

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y/n_novalak visiting this dickhead this weekend in jeddah because he cried about me not attending his last race

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user16 imagine being stressed because you cannot decide whether to visit your brother or boyfriend at different places for races ⤷ user17 she's living every motorsport fan's dream

user18 the lipstick stain is so real. men will never understand.

clementnovalak you made it sound like i begged you to come ⤷ y/n_novalak did you not? your messages say smth else ⤷ marcusarmstrong actually he cried because i wasn't able to come ⤷ clementnovalak that is correct ⤷ y/n_novalak okay since when is it "gang up on y/n" day?

user19 marcus using his free weekend to support clem is so sweet!

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benkeibear · 3 months

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⋆꙳✧༄ From Eden

꒰ ͜͡➸ In which Gojo finds his way back to you after being sealed away for 3 years - showing you just how much he missed you and not letting you leave the bed any time soon.

❖ Character: Gojo

❖ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 2648

❖ WARNINGS: sub.reader, oral (reader receiving), fingering, penetrative intercourse, creampie, mentions of a blowjob, reader getting called "baby" and "buttercup"

❖ A/n: repost | I'm aware he was only sealed for 3 days but let me be dramatic

It's been three years since the love of your life left your shared house. 1184 days since you last felt his lips on yours. 28.416 hours since you last felt his embrace. You were over it, you swore it up and down that you were over the man who so suddenly left - in fact you hated him for leaving without a single word, he didn't even have the guts to break up. All this time you thought he was just too much of a coward to break things off, to pick his things up at your place or even have a friend do it. But that's when you realized it, it's Satoru Gojo, he has a flair to the dramatic.

What you didn't expect one Friday night while you were having dinner was that the very man you tried so hard to forget was standing in your living room like nothing ever happened - or so you thought. He walked into your house unannounced like he owns the place, which he did three years ago but not anymore. Satoru wore a cocky smile although his eyes showed sadness "hey there, missed me?" He asked and his grin grew in size.

Your fork dropped onto the plate in front of you, the sound far too loud for the otherwise dead silent room as you slowly rose from your seat to walk over to the white haired man, shoving him lightly just to make sure you're not just imagining things - you dreamed of this scenario far too many times already. Instead of the empty feeling of air hitting your palm it was the soft fabric of his favorite sweater and the muscles beneath you could feel, tears immediately shooting into your eyes. "Satoru?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper and if you looked closely, that cocky grin of his fell for just a fraction of a second before he wrapped his strong arms around your trembling figure. "Now now, am I so ugly you need to cry?" He joked but his voice sounded strained, as if he forced himself to lighten up the situation

Before you knew it, you squirmed out of his embrace and shoved him away from you, much stronger than the push you gave him before and your sadness got replaced with confusion and this rage that built over those years. Three years he was gone, disappearing into thin air only to show up like nothing ever happened. "How dare you walk into my house like this?" You hissed, the fury in your eyes making him back off. "Do you even know how worried I was at first? When no one was able to tell me where you went?" You continued, backing him further into the wall with this blinding rage slowly taking over you. "But I don't need you Satoru Gojo. These three years showed me just how much better off I am without you" you spat, voice slowly trembling and while you wished this was the case, the truth was different. You still worried, day by day it was slowly driving you insane - missing the man that's now in front of you but you didn't want him to think that he can play with you like this.

Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer was now backed against a wall, utterly helpless as you cursed him out, screamed at him but when the tears started to run down your cheeks like little rivers and your fists, weakly balled into fists, came crashing down against his chest in a barely there punch he didn't stop you. He never meant to get sealed away, to disappear out of your life without a single word and everything you just said might have been unfair but he let you - he understood. He was cursing, screaming, crying and punching the walls all these past 1182 days of his existence, yearning to come home to you and your loving embrace, your arms - his home.

Another sob wrecked through your body and you fisted up the material of his sweater, your forehead leaning against his chest in desperation, anger, sadness and Gojo understood you all too well, yet he wanted to be your rock, your guiding light, the love of your life - your home.

With one gentle move he wrapped his arms around you almost too tight, fearing you might disappear and he wakes up all alone again. One of his hands rested at the back of your head as he brought his lips to your forehead, a wordless exchange between the two and you began to understand that these past 28,416 hours were out of his hands, that he didn't want to leave, that it was a situation out of his hands.

None of you dared to move for what felt like an eternity, eyes taking in the other person before hungry lips devoured yours. There was nothing gentle about his kiss, it screamed desperation, it screamed possessiveness and love as he pulled you closer which seemed sheer impossible, body pressed against body. His hands were fisting at the thin material of your shirt the same time yours were ripping at his favorite sweater, tongues eagerly caressing each other. "Missed you... so much" he whispered in a hushed tone as his kisses trailed down to your neck and leaving marks behind on their path.

The thought of you having moved on and possibly searching for comfort in another man's bed drove him crazy that moment. All the times he cried out your name in a strangled moan, fisting his cock to the memory of you played in his head and to think you were crying out another man's name in that time?

When your hands gently cupped his cheeks he seemed to calm down ever so slightly and you saw this possessiveness behind his eyes. "No one Satoru... I didn't see anyone else" you whispered with a little giggle, knowing exactly what was going on behind that thick skull of his.

You knew he couldn't tell you what happened in the past three years, not ready yet and you didn't push it, not yet at least. The time wasn't right, just grateful that the man you loved so dearly was finally back in your arms, you pressed your lips back to his, letting him know that he doesn't need to ask for forgiveness. Your heart never stopped loving Satoru Gojo and no matter how long he disappeared, this would never change - especially not if it's out of his hands.

The kiss grew needier with each passing second, the buttons of your blouse flying through the room from how he ripped it open. "Don't care... 'm gonna buy a new one" he mumbled against your skin, worshiping your collarbones and chest with his soft lips. He missed you so much all these years, wishing every single day to come back home to you, into your loving arms and now that he finally got you again, he couldn't hold himself back any longer, your legs easily wrapped around his waist as he lifted you up - ever as strong. Calloused hands were holding your thighs tightly while he walked to the bedroom with you, smirking to himself when nothing changed ever since he left the house that cursed morning.

You were placed onto the bed with utmost care, his tall frame hovering above you, legs still wrapped around his thin waist and he never once broke the kiss. The kiss was needy, the desperation and pent up emotions of three long years transferred onto your lips. His strong hands were roaming over your torso, still having memorized each and every curve on your body as if not a single day had passed since he last touched you like this - yet you could feel a slight tremble of his hands, excited to have his beautiful lover underneath him again, finally.

The moment he kissed down your throat, lips latching onto your pulse your hands were flying into his hair, raking over his scalp and gently pulling on these familiar white locks. "Careful now, baby” he groans against your neck, dangerously close to your ear so you could feel his hot breath which let you shudder. A small chuckle escaped him at your reaction "missed me that much, hm?" He teased and gently nibbled on your neck, leaving little love bites behind before descending towards your chest with open mouthed kisses that left your skin burning in their path. "Tell me, how many times did you touch yourself... whimpering my name?" He asks amused, looking up at you with a playful glint in his eyes before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and letting his tongue swirl over it. "Your little fingers trying to fuck you the way only I can..." he continued, pinching the other nipple as his mouth lowered onto you once more. "Stuffing your dripping cunt with one of your cute toys... but nothing could ever compare, hm?" He purred and moved onto your other nipple, gently sucking on it as well.

His words left you utterly speechless, knowing that what he's saying is the truth - nothing pleased you remotely as good as he could in all these 1184 days of his absence, no matter how hard you tried. Without realizing it you were nodding to his teasing questions and feeding his ego as a grin spread across his pretty lips, teeth scraping over your nipples, leaving you whimpering beneath him. Oh and how much he missed you - not wanting to let you know that he imagined your tight cunt wrapped around him when it was just his fist. That no matter how much he spat on his cock, nothing would ever compare to the sloppy head you used to give him oh so often. Still, nothing of this mattered now that he finally has you back - his own needs forgotten as all he wanted to do was explore your body anew, please you until you're crying and then fucking you until all you remembered was his name.

His kisses traveled down your stomach until they reached your hip bones and the hem of your pants "so what do you say, buttercup... should I give you what you were missing all these years?" He asked with this stupid grin of his, fingers dancing along your skin just above your pants to tease you further. "Stop teasing 'Toru" You whisper breathless, unable to take much more of his antics at this moment but he only laughed while undressing your lower half, cursing under his breath when he saw your glistening cunt. In a matter of seconds he was kneeling on the floor, your body resting at the edge of the bed and your knees pushed up to your chest so you were presenting your pretty pussy to him. "Fuck- missed you so much" he cursed out, two long fingers spreading your folds open to see your slick glistening in the dim light of the bedroom.

Unable to hold himself back much longer he groaned, letting his tongue glide through your folds to gather some of your slick and the second he got to taste you, his eyes were rolling back into his skull as a moan left his throat. The vibration of his moan traveled through your core. Gently you spread your legs to watch him lap on your cunt like a man starved - which he was in a way. He craved you every single day these past three years, unable to tear himself away from you for even a second now. In a matter of minutes you were reduced to a moaning mess, his tongue taking you to heaven.

When he felt your needy entrance clench around nothing he chuckled against your puffy clit, two of his long fingers finding their way inside you to massage your velvet walls. The moment he finally started tapping them against your sweet spot it was over, a mind numbing orgasm rippling through your body and making your skin feel ablaze from the intensity. Only when you slowly calmed down he pulled away and licked his fingers clean as if he just ate the most delicious meal in his lifetime. "Think you can handle my cock already?" He asks breathless, his chin and lips still shining with your juices as he started to undress, revealing his muscles to your hungry gaze. Helplessly you nod, going further up on the bed but staying in the same position, knees folded to your chest as you watched him with a watering mouth, drooling when you finally got to set your eyes onto his thick length again.

Gojo was lazily pumping his length while he watched you laying on the bed, his eyes hungry and making you feel like prey under their piercing gaze before stalking closer. His tip was resting right at your entrance as he took a moment to drink in the sight beneath him, his lover laying there, panting softly and only waiting for him to do something - anything.

Without further warning he pushed his hips forward, slowly pushing himself in and savoring the feeling of his cock rubbing against your plush walls, feeling every ridge of your tight core. When he finally bottomed out his breath was shaky, having a hard time not to cum right on the spot and he felt so pathetic. This was far from his first time but you made him feel like a dumb boy again, heart racing and mind running. "Satoru... you can move" you coo out, reaching up to cup one of his cheeks gently to snap him out of whatever thought that had captured him.

A small smirk came back to his lips "oh? You want me to move?" He asked teasing and pulled out almost all the way just to pound back into you which made you cry out his name with a broken moan. "That's right... let everyone hear who's making you feel good" he said amused, repeating his movements a few times before he set a pace that still knocked the air out of your lungs with each thrust.

Gojo was never silent but this time he just couldn't keep it together at all, having missed the feeling of your heat wrapped around him so tightly he was a moaning mess, low grunts mixed with soft moans each time he sunk himself into you. Your bedroom filled with the most obscene noises, moaning, sweet nothings whispered along with the squelching sound of your cunt each time his hips rutted into yours.

The continuous onslaught of his thrusts build up your second orgasm fast, aided by the thumb he used to rub small circles onto your sensitive clit it didn't take long for you to scream his name like a lewd prayer, a wave of pleasure rushing through your body. Gojo’s hips started to stutter when your walls wrapped around him like a vice, practically milking him from all he had to give as he released his hot cum inside of you, hips slowly stilling and your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him in place just a little longer, at least until you can catch your breath. "I'm not going anywhere, baby. And we're far from done" he reassured you with a breathless chuckle, highlighting his words with a few shallow thrusts to let you feel that he's still hard as a rock inside of you which made you giggle. "Looks like someone missed me" you hummed teasingly which brought a huge grin to his face "not just for this... hope you know that" he mumbled, sounding more serious all of the sudden and you pulled him closer to kiss him gently "I know, Satoru... I know" you whisper between kisses. His hips were slowly rutting into you again, this time the desperation and hunger gone, replaced by gentleness and pure love.

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atxxokirina · 11 months

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Irresistible (18+, MDNI)

Jake Sully X fem Na'vi reader

contains: SMUT, not much of a plot, rough dom jake, sub reader, bfd, choking, p in v, riding, missionary, dirty talk

summary: kiri is your best friend. but despite that, you still can't seem to stay away from her dad. he's just too irresistible.

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You slowly step into Jake's hut, a sad sigh coming out of you with a frown across your face. You make your way to his cot and climb onto his lap, straddling him caressing his face. "Oh, Jake.. I missed you so much baby..." Jake wakes up as soon as he feels your body above him, sitting up straight in his cot and looking at you with a concerned expression. "Hey, what's wrong? What's goin' on, y/n?" He speaks in a worried but soft tone, cupping your cheek.

You close your eyes at his gentle touch, heart warming at his supple concern. "I just missed you. I-I'm sorry for showing up like this.." You frown at him, adjusting yourself on his lap. Jake's eyes soften as you explain and pulls you into a tight hug. He speaks calmly and soothingly. "Oh, baby girl.. it's okay. I'm here now." He rubs your back and plants a tiny kiss on your forehead.

You smile, tilting your head and planting a kiss on his forehead too. You can tell that he feels conflicted about you showing up unannounced, you were just lucky that Neytiri was out hunting late. "Don't worry.. nobody saw me come here." You place your hands on his chest, massaging it up and down. You lean back a bit and start to grind your hips on him, Jake chuckles and nods at your point. "Oh, I get it." He says in a playful and affectionate manner. He feels a buldge start to grow in his loincloth. "Alright, I know what's on your mind. I can't say no to you, can I?" Jake smirks at you, grinding his hips into yours as he grips your plush thighs.

"Mhm... I'm so glad you understand daddy." You giggle and come closer to his face, licking your lips and giving him a passionate kiss. You start rolling your hips on him again, feeling his slight thrusts meet yours. Your hands are now rubbing down his body. Feeling on his muscley arms and large shoulders.

He grins while watching you take the initiative. As you kiss him, he wraps his arms around you, holding your body closely as he gives into the kiss. You bring your hand down to his loincloth, tugging on it and signaling for him to take it off. He sighs and pulls away from you. "Use your words, girl." He says in a demanding tone. "Ughhh, don't make me say it—" You start to whine but Jake stops you before you can say anything else. He firmly grabs your chin, squeezing it and positioning your ear to his mouth. "Don't be a bad girl.." He whispers in a seductive, melodic tone. His low voice sounded like paradise. "Y-Yes Jake.." You reply and he lets go of your chin. "Tell me what you want."

"I-I want your cock, sir." You admit. A flush wave of nervousness filled your body, his dominance turned you on so much, and it made it even hotter knowing how wrong it was. "Good girl, baby.." As he hears your subtle words, he unties his loincloth. His cock springs out. Purple veins pulsating as precum oozes out of his tip. "Fuck.." You say under your breath as you hurriedly take your loincloth off as well, untying it from around your perked up tail.

You quickly bring your hand to your mouth and spit on it to create lube. You rub your wet hand on your cunt and look look down at Jake's member, watching as it grew harder. "Oh fuck Jake.. how are you this hard?" You speak, holding his cock and rubbing it against your clit. "..must've missed me, hm?"

Jake lets out a breathy chuckle. "I may have missed you a little bit.." He responds. "A little bit? Your dick says otherwise.." You lift your hips, slowly lining yourself on his cock and prepping your body. Jake grows impatient. He groans, and holds onto your waist. "I'm sorry baby" He says before pushing your body down, forcing you to take his cock whole "Oww! F-fuuucckk!!!" You wince out in pain, leaning your head back as the pain from his cock fills the lower part of your womb.

"Oh, I..' Jake lets out a breathy moan, feeling your tight walls close in on him. A whimper filled with pain comes from you. "Hmh.. is it hurting you?" He teases, slightly lifting his hips up to brush against your cervix. "I-I'm fine,- Mmph!" You let out a staggered moan as the pain begins to fade away. You grind up on him, feeling the pleasure start to build. "I just don't want this to e-end. F-fuck! Who knows when we'll be able to do this again?"

"Yeah.. you're right. We should make every moment count while we can." Jake breathes out. As you bounce faster, he places his hand on your breasts, moaning as his cock hits sweet spot. "You're a slut who likes fucking your best friend's dad, aren't you? Hm? Say it, bitch."

He kisses your neck, sucking and chewing on your deep blue skin. "I-I'm a sl-ut! Oh my- Uh! You feel so good, s-sir!" You follow his orders, eyes rolling back at the amount of pleasure you're in. Whimpers and breathless moans escape your mouth. "Yeah... That's right dirty girl." His hunger grows for you, cock throbbing inside of you and inching towards release. Jake cups your mouth after hearing how loud your whines are getting, muffling your mouth to hide the noises. "Keep your mouth shut. Don't say a fucking word."

"Ah.. haah, I'm gonna.. cum! Ohhh fuck daddy!" You speak through his palm. He makes eye contact with you as your body subconsciously grinds, desperately craving more friction before cumming. "Are you close Jake? Pleeaase.. I need your cum inside of me.." You lean down and attack his neck with kisses, leaving a trail of purple hickies. Jake gives you a deep stare. He pulls you back by your neck, squeezing your airways and forcing you to look into his eyes. "Never been closer baby.." He softly moans and focuses on on his thrusts. Fast paced, but still deep and sensual.

"J-Jake I'm cumming!" You moan louder, arms coming down on his chest as you makes eye contact with him, griding desperately, craving more friction before your release. "Yeah, that's right! Cum for me, let it all out." He smacks your ass and you immediately squirt on his cock. Your slick dripping onto his tummy and thighs. You let out a relived moan, bowing your head down and sighing. "Oh, no. No no no, we're not done here. Not until I fucking say so." Before you can respond, Jake lifts your body up and slams your back onto the cot. You gasp, pupils widening at his actions. He pumps his cock a few times before aligning it with your soaking pussy.

"Jake, I just came.. please, I'm s-still sensitive." You plead with him, but he gives you another cold look. "You think I care about that? This pussy is mine, belongs to me.. I use it when I want to. Got it?" And with that, he thrusts his dick inside of you. Bottoming out and groaning as your velvety walls adjust to his length. "M-mhm!" Your moans get caught in your throat, resulting in staggered whimpers and incoherent words. Jake chuckles at the sight and begins to move, looking down at how easily his cock disappears inside of you.

He comes down to your ear and whispers. "You want me to cum inside you? Huh? Fill this perfect little cunt with my seed? Knock you up like the little slut you are?" He grunts while the build up in his stomach grows, feeling how close to the edge he is "Y-Yes! Yes, Jake! F-fuck!!" Your body shakes as you cream on his cock. His cock twitches inside of you and a spurt of warm cum flows inside of you. A soft gasp escapes your mouth as you cling onto him. "Oh great mother..!" You moan out one last time before your body becomes limp under his.

Jake bows his head down, still breathless. He wipes the sweat from your forehead and slides out of your cunt, laying his body next to you. "Did I do good daddy?" You ask, facing your body to him. He nods softly, still slightly panting. "You did more than good, y/n. You were perfect." His praise instantly makes your heart flutter, you smile while sitting up and tying your hair into a ponytail. "Thank you.." You give peppered kisses along his jawline, meeting his intimidating gaze.

"C'mon, kid. We gotta get you cleaned up before the sun rises." You stand up from the cot, bending down to pick up your loincloth and slipping it back on. You nod in annoyance as he sits up on the cot and looks at you with a warm expression on his face. "Yeah, yeah.." You hated how to always had to leave after sharing such an intimate moment.

Jake grabs your arm, stopping your hand from tying the cloth around your tail, you look at him in confusion. "I would keep you here all night if I could, you know that? I just- You know how it is, with Kiri and everyone else.." He explains with a hint of sympathy in his tone.

You playfully rolls your eyes as you finish tying your loincloth. "I know, I wish I could stay with you too.. " You sigh and plant a quick but meaningful kiss on his lips and ruffle his hair. He chuckles at your response and smiles more at the kiss that you give him. "Hey.. I'm glad to be yours, just as much as you're glad to be mine. I promise we'll have more nights like this, okay? "I promise."

"Okay.. A promise is a promise, don't forget that." You respond, kissing him one last time before walking toward the door. "Goodnight, Jake.. I'll see you again soon." You wave your hand, dipping your head and walking under the curtained door, hips swaying as you walk away.

"Goodnight y/n, and be safe. See you in the morning, beautiful." Jake's eyes watch you as you walk, and he can't help but admire you. He hates to see you leave, but loves to see you walk away. Letting out a deep breath, he lays back in his cot and closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

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L'amore complicato

[Part two]

fandom: baby [ Netflix ]

warning: smutty, fluff

[ After the argument with niccolo, you go to school the next day and make a gruesome discovery ]

in this scenario, your name will be aleeza

"Why didn't you react when I banged on your door?" Niccolo shouted at me in the middle of the night. I'm in my pyjamas, sitting on the couch while niccolo keeps pushing me lightly. "Like I told you, I was already in a deep sleep stronzo!" I shouted back and slapped his hand away.

This guy really needs therapy. I've been trying to explain to him for about forty minutes that I was 'asleep' and didn't realize Brando had run away.

"Stronzo? Come osi dire questo a tuo fratello che vuole solo proteggerti [ asshole? How can you say something like that to your brother who only wants to protect you. ]! Sei una ragazza così stupida. Svegliati, ho avuto paura!" [you’re such a dumb girl. Wake up, i was scared ! ] He continued to shout and I rolled my eyes.

"What were you afraid of? That brando kidnapped me? You're exaggerating and you're only doing it because you realize now that you're wrong. " I got up, took my water bottle from the table and ran to niccolo.

"I'm not ten anymore, nicc. Stop treating me like that." I said emotionlessly and pushed him slightly away with my shoulder to clear my path.

I was getting fed up with his bitching.

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"Ciao, aleeza." I heard behind me and turned around to see Chiara. We were at school and I was about to take something from my locker. "Ciao chi, are you okay?" I looked at the bags under her eyes and her sad face as I hugged her lightly.

She smiled slightly at me and looked at the floor. "Yeah everything okay." She nodded and I nodded questioningly slowly too. "You can tell me anything, yeah?" I said as I saw her looking a little annoyed again.

"I know, thanks ale." She ran her hands through my hair and smiled at me. "I have to go to class now, I just wanted to say hello since our meeting didn't work out yesterday." Chiara said and picked up her books.

"Yeah, that's a shame." I said and watched Chiara walk past me. But I stopped her and called her name. I turned around. "You've been acting strangely since you started going out with Ludovica. Are you sure everything is okay?" I said quietly but loud enough for her to hear.

She seemed a little shocked but nodded quickly. "Yes, it's just-" but before she could finish the sentence, my brother niccolo and his friends came around the corner.

"Oh aleeza don't spend so much time with chiara." My brother's friend said and leaned his arm around me. "Otherwise you'll turn out like her." He whispered, but she could hear it.

"Dai, stop it now, you asshole." Niccolo said, pushing him away as he watched Chiara walked to her class. Even though he was with Virginia, he still had a thing for Chiara.

"Chiara is my bestfriend. I decide when it's too much." I said and pushed his arm away. I looked at him, annoyed, and noticed a person with curly hair out of the corner of my eye.

My heart started to race and I was sweating slightly. Brando smiled at me with his braces and licked his lips. "oh, she showed you." Brando said to the guy, giving him the middle finger.

"Ciao, bella." Brando said and half hugged me. I got nervous and started blushing. "Yeah stop it now. Brando we're leaving." Niccolo said and slapped Brando across the face to get his eyes away from me.

"What's wrong with you man." Mumbled niccolo and pulled Brando away from me. "Did you fuck too many bitches yesterday or what?" Everyone started laughing and I just bit my lips in exasperation.

Just the thought of it makes me kind of nauseous. Brando would never do something like that, would he? Aleeza, yesterday he saw you naked for the first time and already you think he's all yours? Don't exaggerate.

"Yeah, I stopped counting with your mom." Said brando and pushed niccolo as a joke when he rolled his eyes. Was I just a game to him? "Be quiet you son of a bitch." Niccolo slapped him on the back of his neck and pulled him after him.

I straightened my books and swallowed loudly. My heart was beating normally again and I leaned my head against my locker. But when I looked back at them on they way to practice, I saw Brando's eyes on me. I bit my lips bloody with excitement. He smiled at me and waved.

I just smiled back and went back to my locker. It was going to be a long day.

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He pressed me against the cabin and attacked my neck with wet and hard kisses. "Fuck..." I moaned as I pressed his head harder against me. "Jump." He whispered against my neck, which I did. He sucked on my neck in every spot and took my legs in his hand so that our two most important spots rubbed right next to each other.

he left his mouth open and squeezed his eyes shut. Damn, that did him good. Brando needed that after such a hard workout. He ripped open your blouse and started massaging your breasts. He kissed and bit my breasts wet as I held his curls and leaned my head against them. "Brando..." I moaned as I tried to push him away but just kept rubbing his dick.

"Brando stop..." I whimpered as he became completely desperate from such teasing with the rubbing from me. He looked at me finished and leaned his head against me. "I can't take anymore ale I need you now." He whispered against my neck and I rolled my eyes at his neediness

"Brando we're at school." I whispered out of breath. "Everyone can see us." I added. He pressed himself tighter against me as I gasped "that's the exciting thing aleeza." He said and kissed me hard and wet with his tongue.

I don't even know how it got into this situation. I was actually just on my way home when I saw brando coming home from training. My eyes couldn't help but be glued to him. He smiled from afar and hid me in the shower until everyone was clearly out. Even niccolo, who had to go shopping with Virginia.

"So do you like me without a t shirt mhm?" He said with a smile and licked his lips as I tucked my hair behind my ear. I nodded and knew I had pressed a button "I love seeing you so sweaty, papi." He laughed softly and kissed me with his tongue while the door was open.

I don't know where the confidence came from, but part of me wanted to see how he would react if I controlled him like he usually does

And that's how I got into the situation. I took off my skirt as Brando took off his pants. I was going to have my first time in a school cubicle. He got down on his knees and kissed my thighs as he put one over his shoulder to get a better look at my pussy. He kissed my inner thighs wetly and with tongue as he slid further and further down to my thong.

"No..." I said and lifted his head towards me. "It's my turn today." I whispered uncertainly as he stood up and smirked. I don't know how to do it, but I'm going to suck him off.

"You don't have to baby." He said but I covered his mouth as he sat down. "I want to make you happy."

I smiled as he smiled and looked down at his already arousing part. I shivered a little as I pulled off his underpants and he jumped out. I held him tight and looked him in the eye. "Tell me you're all mine" brando said as he looked deep into my eyes. "I only belong to you b." I whispered as I moved my hand up and down.

He leaned his head back and moaned. "Fuck you are perfect. So innocent and yet so experienced. What's behind your pink lingerie mhm?" He said softly and whimpered as I carefully licked over it.

"Want me to show you brando?" I said as I took him in my mouth and moved to fit. "Yes-" he moaned and took my hair in his hand. "Fuck yeah show me." I continued to lick him like it was my last meal and started to take off my bra.

He tried to watch me without squeezing his eyes shut because of the intense feeling I was creating. "Look at me baby." I said as I took him fully into my mouth again. I gagged a little which made him roll his eyes. I threw my bra away and opened my legs wider.

I started to move appropriately, creating a euphoric feeling between my legs as the floor touched me every now and then. "Shit you‘re riding the floor like this is my dick, baby. Aleeza stop, shit , ride me." He said broken from the feeling and lifted me up.

"B.." I said and kissed him hard. "You're amazing." He whispers as the door opened. Brando and I looked at each other wide-eyed as I started to pick up my bra and clothes and run into the shower. I kept my mouth shut as I tried not to freak out.

"Brando I need to close the room. Please hurry." Monica the gym teacher said to him. I squeezed my eyes shut as I heard the footsteps approaching

"What's that?" Shit, a part of my blouse that brando had torn out. Fuck that's such a problem. "It was already there when I got here. Probably from niccolo and you when you were here together the other day." Brando said and I tried not to puke.

My brother and Monica? It's clearly a nightmare.

"brando get out. Now!" screamed monica

[FIRST PART HERE]

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