#AND NOW SHE CAN'T HAVE IT BECAUSE OF TEMPERANCE'S CURSE

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Low Battery Warning - Touch Starved HCs

— If he goes too long without you by his side, he starts to get irritable and too frustrating for anyone to deal with. For the sake of everyone, please remember to recharge your battery before leaving for extended periods of time.

— Tartaglia, Kaveh, Ayato, Alhaitham, and Dottore

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I JUST WANT TO WRITE WHIPPED MEN OKAY? What do you mean I have to write a part 2 for two different fics??? I'm honestly surprised I managed to finish this. Also, ALHAITHAM NATION REJOICE, YOUR BOY IS HERE AND I CAN FINALLY MAKE A BANNER. I wasn't going to write him (I'm a kaveh stan) but now that he's here...

Tartaglia

While Tartaglia is the most favored to work with compared to the other Harbingers, that's only by a very slim margin. The closest you'll get to death is when the man gets bored and randomly picks someone to fight, but they usually make it out alive. Maybe a couple weeks in the medical bay and a few broken bones but they aren't dead for the most part. He's also the youngest and therefore the most easy-going even if he's a bit childish. He's a soldier first so he knows the pain of listening to someone verbally beat you down and not having the power to do anything back. But he's still a person at the end of the day and after so many people messing up and delaying his work, he's starting to get irritated. First, it was someone spilling tea onto important documents that he just finished signing, then the Fatui agents stationed near Jueyun Karst being defeated by some no-named treasure hoarders, and then finally being held hostage in his own office because the Liyue Qixing wouldn't leave him alone. God, he slumps over his desk, he just wants to go home and see you!

By the time he finally stumbles through the door, you're already passed out on the couch. He can't blame you, it's very late into the night and he would probably be more upset if you forced yourself to stay awake just to welcome him home. But he can still pout that he was taken away from you for so long, he didn't even get to see you all day. That's borderline torture. But he supposes he can forgive you since you look so cute bundled up in his red shirt. If he happens to take a picture or two that's for his knowledge and eyes only. So he easily scoops you up into his arms, taking a couple seconds to just stand there as he basks in the comfortable weight before he takes you to bed. Just for tonight. This will be the last time work takes him away from home for so long.

It lasts for two weeks. Usually, Childe could hold himself together, he's been away for far longer, but the fact that you're right there and he can't hold you is driving him insane. By the 14th day, Childe is ready to snap his pen in half and hurl it at the next person that comes through that cursed door. He doesn't though because it's usually Ekaterina, the only one that has the balls to talk to him right now, and she deserves far more than she's paid to deal with. But he's touch-deprived and tired. Even Zhongli with his infinite amount of patience advises him to sort himself out before inviting him out to lunch next time. He tried to deal with it on his own, this isn't the first time he's felt claustrophobic, but after the fifth Hilichurl camp he doesn't feel any better which only makes his mood sour further. He might even beat Scaramouche in how short-tempered he is right now. There's heavy air wherever he goes and whatever carefree persona he usually has on is thrown out the window.

It's Zhongli who clues you into how bad Childe's demeanor has gotten, the rascal looks horrible both physically and mentally. Despite the consultant and Childe being on friendly terms, you don't really know the man that well. But he doesn't seem like the type of person to lie so you thank him for the information and make your way to the Northland Bank. To be honest, you've been feeling the effects of not seeing Childe as often as you usually do. You know his work can get so hectic that it keeps him cooped up in his office but it's been a while since you've even seen that fluff of ginger hair. He usually doesn't want you near his work considering how it might put you in danger, but if he isn't taking care of himself then what kind of partner would you be if you didn't help?

Even outside the building, you can feel the effects of what Zhongli talked about. All the agents look like they're on their last legs, there's a gloomy atmosphere surrounding the building even though the sun shines brightly across Liyue harbor, and you can vaguely hear an annoyed Harbinger scolding someone. As soon as you set foot into the building Ekaterina nearly tackles you off your feet. Desperately thanking you for coming and looking at you as if you're the Tsaritsa herself.

As soon as Ekaterina says your name, Childe whips his head around at such a speed that you're afraid his head might fling off as his eyes lock onto yours. You know Childe wouldn't hurt you, never you, but he's looking at you like he's about to devour you and you're suddenly very glad you've never been on the receiving end of his anger. He shoves the papers in his hands into the agent's chest he was probably reprimanding and marches over to where you are.

"C-Childe?" "S-Sir?"

Ekaterina mirrors the wary call of his name until he's finally in front of you and without a word, throws his arms around you. You stumble a bit under his weight but you quickly circle your arms around his back and hold on tight so you don't trip over your own feet. You can only imagine what it looks like for Ekaterina to see her stiff boss suddenly deflate in your arms. A pleased groan escapes from him as he basically lifts you off your feet just so he can hug you closer to him. You almost feel like a child's teddy bear with your legs dangling in the air trapped in a crushing hug. You know that your relationship with Childe isn't a secret but you both don't show any displays of affection, you don't even really interact in public in general, so this is pretty open for the two of you. Well, for you at least. You don't even think Childe is registering anything around him except that you're here.

"Are you okay милый?" you whisper into his ear, nuzzling into the side of his head that's nestled into your shoulder. Your snezhnaya is a little rough around the edges but from how he seems to purr you think he enjoys it nonetheless. "Although I'm happy to see you too, don't you think we should move so we aren't blocking the main entrance?"

He sleepily blinks awake and slowly starts to acknowledge that you're both very much standing at the bank's entrance with everyone shamelessly staring. He frankly looks like he doesn't care, people have working legs, they can walk around you both. But he also doesn't want anyone to find another reason to take him away when he's very comfortable.

"If you need me, don't," is the clipped order that rings out through the bank. You know he's heavily censoring what he actually wants to say but from how everyone cowers away, they can probably tell what would happen if they disobey him. They all give him a nod and a salute before he's picking you up, cradles you into your arms, and swiftly walks upstairs. With a kick of his boot, the door slams shut and he sinks into his chair, you seated pretty on his lap.

"Please never leave me, I think I might die," he groans, re-wrapping his arms tight around your waist. You can only sigh fondly as you gently run your fingers through his hair, rubbing small circles into his scalp and he melts into goo. As if you would want to leave.

Kaveh

You know Kaveh is a bit...eccentric to say the least. He always says what's on his mind and most of the time his thoughts are things he should keep to himself. Even you're not totally immune to his blunt honesty despite the fact he tries to watch how he phrases things when directed to you. He doesn't want to accidentally hurt your feelings, regardless if you know he means no harm. It's rather cute that for someone who doesn't care about what others think of him, he's a bit insecure around you. He likes you, really likes you, and he often finds himself plotting out what he's going to say hours before your lunch date with him. But as soon as you greet him with that charming smile and a brief hug, he turns into putty and whatever flowery language he conjured in his mind is swept away. The confident architect that graduated with honors is reduced to a red-faced mess of stumbling words. It doesn't help that you find it adorable enough to press a chaste kiss to his red cheek and he swears that he's going to pass out from a heat stroke.

He's both extremely glad and terribly conflicted that your love language seems to be touch. He loves it when you brush your fingers through his hair but it always lulls him into sleep so he doesn't get any work done. He loves it when you hug him tightly but then he never wants to leave so he doesn't get any work done. He loves it when you cup his cheeks and pull him into a kiss but then he goes in for seconds, then thirds, and so on that he doesn't get any work done. If he went into alchemy rather than architecture he would dedicate his life work to studying why you have the touch of an Archon that compels him so. But he didn't and now that he's drowning in debt, he really needs to concentrate and finish his work before the deadline.

So now he has the painful task of trying to find an extremely polite way of asking you to leave him alone without you taking offense and breaking up with him. He would be devastated if he couldn't see your loving gaze on him again. But the situation is dire because as soon as he sees you, all he wants to do is curl up in bed with you in his arms. Preferably forever but he'll cross that bridge when he gets there. But every time he tries to bring it up it only takes one look from you for him to stutter and wave off his words. He tries to pep talk himself and every single time he claims that this will be the day that he, very politely, pushes you off, it ends with him melting into goo and waking up the next day with all his untouched work judging him from the table.

It gets to the point that he begins to air his grievances to Alhaitham of all people. To be fair, he doesn't expect the scribe to listen to a word he says and if he did, it would only be because Kaveh needed to pay his share of the rent. But he's pleasantly surprised when you pop up with a guilty smile and that Alhaitham explained his circumstances to you. He tries to clear up the situation, he has no idea what Alhaitham said specifically but it must have been put in the worst way possible, but you take his hands and he shuts up immediately. You give him a light giggle that melts his heart and you tell him to call for you once he's completed his work.

It was the worst decision he's ever made. Second to moving in with Alhaitham. Maybe his judgment of you being an angel was a lie and you were secretly the devil from how often his thoughts were plagued by you. He could draw a circle and think of your eyes. He knows that he's smitten in your presence but he didn't expect that to double when he's suddenly alone. His only motivation is that as soon as he's finished, he'll be able to see you again. But his mind and his work bleed together and he ends up drawing your face instead of buildings and pipes.

He ends up locking himself in his studio and slowly deforming into slime with how awful he's taking care of himself. Alhaitham has to pry him from the table only for Kaveh to flop in his arms that the scribe gives up and hauls the corpse over his shoulder and makes his way to your home. Kaveh still needs to pay his share of the rent so he's not allowed to die before then.

When you opened the door you weren't expecting Alhaitham at your doorstep with Kaveh over his shoulder. He doesn't seem to want to be in this situation either because it looks like he's two seconds away from throwing your boyfriend across the room. But he manages to reign everything in front of you and quickly explains Kaveh's situation, dumping said man into your arms, and telling you to fix it. You shoot him an apologetic smile that he waves off, it's not like it's your fault, before turning around and making his way back to his own home.

"Kaveh?" you whisper gently against his ear to not startle him. It only takes him a second to register your voice before he's perking up and beaming at you. He easily shifts positions so you're in his arms instead. Twirling you around and using the momentum to tuck an arm under your knees and smoothly picking you up, somehow supporting your entire weight in one arm while the other closes the door. Sometimes you forget that Kaveh is really strong despite his lean stature. He is a claymore user after all.

"Darling! What are you doing here?" Kaveh questions while he makes himself at home. If only your living space was big enough for him to store all his work otherwise he would have moved in with you by now.

"Alhaitham mentioned that your recent commission was taking up all your time and you weren't taking care of yourself. Are you alright?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck to steady yourself while Kaveh takes his shoes and coat off. In these types of moments, no matter what you do or say he'll refuse to let you out of his arms. If he has to live with one arm then he'll gladly do so just so long as his other hand is wrapped around you.

"Never better," he replies with a smile. He's obviously lying given the dark circles under his pretty red eyes but the soft look he sends you is enough to tell you that right now, he's never been more comfortable. It makes you a bit flustered to have such an intense gaze on you but Kaveh is always forward with his affections and this isn't any different. With you in his arms, there's nowhere for you to run to when he tilts your chin down and brushes his lips against yours.

"Be still for me..." he whispers, the vibrations of his voice tingling against your skin as both of your eyes slowly close. Only for the moment to shatter by loud knocks on your door. You both jerk apart and turn to the disturbance with varying expressions. You're a flustered mess while Kaveh scowls as if the door offended his entire life's work. He finally sets you down on your feet and gives you a quick peck on the cheek. Before marching to the door, flinging it open, and telling the man on the other side to shoo before slamming the door in his face. Unless the world is ending, don't knock.

Ayato

To say Ayato works hard is an understatement. There are several nights when he's glued to his desk rather than resting in bed. Such are the woes of him being forever dedicated to his duties as the Yashiro Commissioner. On days when there are big events and everything needs to be perfect, he's nearly inconsolable that Thoma weighs how much he can get away with if he knocks Ayato out with a frying pan. His pondering doesn't go far because even though Ayato looks like a corpse from the lack of sleep, he'd probably knock Thoma off his feet before the housekeeper could even raise his arms. Ayaka has better luck but she's only able to drag him away for a few minutes before he points in a random direction to divert her attention before disappearing as soon as she turns back. It's just something everyone is aware of and they try their best to support Lord Kamisato. But if it starts to look really bad, like Ayato might drop dead at any second, then you're called in. The last defense and their ace up the sleeve. Not to brag or anything but you have a spotless record and you intend to keep it that way.

It only takes one word from you to have the dignified and cunning Ayato turn into a scared rabbit. His name. None of the wary calls of Lord Kamisato, a dismissal of his titles, and certainly not your affectionate terms of endearment. It always brings the temperature of the room to zero and Ayaka has to double-check that her cyro vision didn't accidentally activate. Unlike Thoma and Ayaka, you're not soft on him and you set your foot down when it comes to his extremes. One of the many reasons he fell in love with you but it's coming back to bite him now. He hates seeing you unhappy, doing anything possible to wipe that frown off your face, but when it's him that's making you so displeased he can't help but look like a scolded puppy.

It doesn't take much for you to know that Ayato has overworked himself to the breaking point again. You understand his duties mean that he's going to be riddled with work but you're his partner first and foremost. You're there to care about Ayato, not the Yashiro Commissioner. And Ayato looks like he's falling apart at the seams. Heavy eye bags, pale complexion, and his body swaying back and forth before he catches himself from falling over. It pains your heart to see him like this and yet still push himself to keep going. So you take one, two, and three steps towards him to delicately take his hand in yours, rubbing soothing circles into his palm before intertwining your fingers together.

Unlike Thoma and Ayaka, he doesn't disappear as soon as you take your eyes off him. Just stands there and stares dopily at you while you issue orders to take over his work. God, you look so attractive when you're in control. It's been a while since he's seen anything but paper and ink but did you always look this beautiful? He's so glad he's going to marry you. Maybe he can force the elders to move the ceremony date up. Everyone in the room politely ignores the fact that Ayato is saying these thoughts out loud and how red your face has gotten.

He doesn't object when you pull him out of the room with you, blindly following you wherever you happen to lead him by the hand. As long as your hand is in his, he'll follow you to the ends of the earth if you'll allow it. It's a bit comical how the dignified Yashiro Commissioner recedes into himself and crumbles away into a love-sick man just by a simple touch. At much as it makes you feel a bit shy, it's nice to know that Ayato won't try and weasel his way out of your grasp and return to his work.

If anything he clings to you like an onikabuto on a tree. You have to waddle your way to the baths with an oversized blue-haired man refusing to let go and draping himself over your back. You know he's making this as hard as possible on purpose, just do you can dote and pamper him a bit longer before he succumbs to slumber and has to return to work. It dampens his mood thinking of the future but it's quickly ushered away by the warm water poured over his head. It's fitting that his vision is hydro because he fits himself into the space you provide as you begin to scrub his hair clean.

There's something meditative about having his hair washed by your hands that no one else can replicate. It's a luxury that he only receives when he works hard enough that his arms hang uselessly at his sides and his body slumps into itself. Soft and malleable, completely willing to bend and mold in whatever shape you wish. But your hands scrub through his hair gently, rubbing all the stress out of his body and never complaining. Right now there's nothing else that matters more than being here with you and you with him.

"I'm going to rinse your hair out. Close your eyes now," you softly say and he follows your instructions. The rush of warm water is soothing to his ears although it sparks something in his memory that momentarily takes him out of this romantic moment. He reaches blindly behind him to take your hand, rubbing circles into your palm to halt your actions.

"It's just occurred to me but aren't you supposed to be on a trip to Watatsumi island?" he opens his eyes to peer up at you, his long eyelashes tipped with water droplets reminding you of just how pretty Ayato is. It's almost a good enough distraction for you to forget why exactly you're here rather than speaking with Kokomi right now. Almost.

"I was but someone had to go and work himself to death again. You need to take better care of yourself Ayato. I don't want to see Thoma running across all of Inazuma just to drag me back because you can't seem to sit still for a few seconds," your frown deepens with each sentence. Your free hand that's not in his grasp is knocking against his forehead, albeit not hard enough to cause any actual pain. He only chuckles before pulling you into the water with him until you're sitting on the edge of the bathtub. His head lay comfortably against your thighs.

"Apologies." He's not sorry at all. "When you're not beside me I have to throw myself into my work or else I may go insane."

"Oh so now all of this is my fault," you huff exasperated but he can hear the undertones of how happy that sentence makes you. "Come on, you'll catch a cold if we stay here any longer."

"Mmm, indulge me," he mumbles into your skin, his eyes closing once again with a content smile on his face. He doesn't need to see to know that you have an equally fond expression.

"Oh, so now my lord wishes to relax?"

"Only because you're here."

Alhaitham

You know that your relationship with Alhaitham is unusual to onlookers. You're both polar opposites and yet somehow stumbled into a rather healthy and committed relationship. To others, Alhaitham is a talented and intelligent man. The perfect bachelor if it wasn't for his "extraordinary sense of individualism" that he doesn't pay attention to people around him. He's notorious for being hard to get along with that not even his handsome face is enough for people to sit around for too long. Meanwhile, there's you. A wandering traveler who takes work whenever anyone needs an extra pair of hands. You're a bit well-known for accepting any job that pays well regardless of how dangerous or weird it might be. But unlike Alhaitham, you're more than happy to make conversation and you're often seen conversing with scholars from every one of the Six Darshans.

To everyone's knowledge, it's you that's the clingy one. You always have a hand around his arm or throw yourself at him shamelessly. Everyone assumes that Alhaitham tolerates it because he never pushes you off but he doesn't reciprocate affection to the degree that you do. If only those nosy scholars could see him now. Your newest job has you traveling to the Chasm to help collect and study the newly opened area. While the Chasm is close to Sumeru, a series of mysterious accidents led the entire mine to be closed. With the Liyue Qizing gradually reopening the area there's a lot of ground to cover. Alhaitham doesn't care much for the details except that this means you'll be away from him for a few years rather than a few weeks. As soon as you told him the expected date you'll return his face instantly soured. It was so cute that you couldn't help but press kisses to the corners of his mouth until they lifted. But one thing led to another and you're now trapped underneath his strong figure for the past couple of hours with no signs of him letting go. Every day you're gone equates to one minute he gets to keep you here.

No matter how much Alhaitham wishes to make you stay, even going so far as to bribe you, you eventually gather your things, press one last kiss to his lips, and leave him in his too-quiet house. He doesn't want to admit it but as soon as he closes the door he already feels lonely. But he'll learn to cope and continue with his life. He's been through more challenging obstacles and made it through. It's only two years, 3 months, 14 minutes, and 58 seconds. Alhaitham sighs and leans against the door. He's not going to make it.

Everyone else is content to whisper behind their hands about how the scribe seems to be more hostile. While Alhaitham doesn't have the most friendly personality, he's still somewhat polite until someone gives him a reason to exit the conversation. But now Alhaitham can barely get two sentences in before insulting someone. He doesn't even mean to do it on purpose, it just slips out. A girl who happens to share your eye color is met with a backhanded compliment that she should eat more fish. A man whose skin color is just a shade lighter than yours is met with an irritated scowl before he could even say anything. It's only now that people start to miss your presence because anything is better than a walking warning sign.

It only takes a few weeks for him to crack. He's not usually this starved of attention but the knowledge that he won't see you for another two years has him itching at his wrists. While on the outside there doesn't seem to be any changes, he's perfectly calm and collected, but his facade breaks when he starts making rash decisions. When he heard that his senior Kaveh needed a place to stay due to his financial situation, he offered to live with him much to everyone and his own surprise. Even Kaveh suspiciously asks why Alhaitham is being so generous. He doesn't dignify it with a proper answer, only that he better get his situation fixed within the next two years or the scribe is kicking him out.

As the second year rolls past, it's Kaveh who brings up Alhaitham's sudden mood change. He seems...excited. Kaveh chalks it up to Alhaitham being happy that Kaveh is finally moving out but that'd be kind of low even for someone like Alhaitham. As someone who cares about the arts and romance, there's a certain care in how Alhaitham cleans the house. Every systematic movement is laced with a longing gaze. His wrists are rubbed raw that Kaveh has to physically step in or he might rub so hard he reaches the bone. But above all the dangerous aura around Alhaitham is replaced with something Kaveh can only describe as restless patience.

"Honey, I'm home!" your happy voice is accompanied by the loud slam of the door crashing against the wall. Kaveh is startled by a random stranger entering their house but mostly at the term of endearment. Alhaitham only lowers his book at your voice before going back to reading. A bit rude in Kaveh's opinion but he can see the small smile that Alhaitham tries to hide behind the pages of his book. It's not like you aren't a bit devious yourself. So you retaliate by plucking the book out of his hands, taking a quick glance at his page number before placing it on the desk.

"Welcome back. I assume your job went well?" Alhaitham sighs as you kick his legs apart, plop yourself down into his lap, and rest your head against his chest. If you weren't so enthralled by the masterpiece that was Alhaitham's physique, you would have laughed at how the blond-haired man seemed to stare owlishly at the scene. His eyes almost fall out of their heads when Alhaitham doesn't push you off, doesn't throw you over his shoulder, or even make the slightest hint of being irritated or embarrassed. He just places his hands around your waist, rests his chin on your head, and sends an icy glare to which the blond-haired man scoffs before excusing himself. It's not anything different from what he usually does to onlookers although this is you and you can tell just how weary he is. How deeply he relaxes in your hold as the tension melts from his shoulders. How his eyes search over your body for any injuries that you might have gotten. It does look like you got a bit roughed up during your stay at the Chasm. Your hair is cut shorter than he remembers, you've put on some muscle, and there are a few nicks and cuts running along parts of your skin that are visible. But none of that matters because you're here. You're finally here.

"Aww, Haitham did you miss me?" you tease only to quickly eat your words when he manuever's you sideways so he can pin your back against the couch. You're hit with a sense of deja vu back to two years ago when you were about to leave for this trip.

"The next time you take a commission that lasts longer than two weeks, I'm coming with you or you're not going at all," he grumbles as he tucks himself into the crook of your neck with no signs of leaving. You laugh now but he's dead serious.

Dottore

You aren't sure when it started but at some point, you've been labeled as "Dottore's Favourite". He always seems to be the slightest bit nicer if you happen to be there, his voice a smidge less aggressive, and a lot more touchy. He's a Doctor first so he doesn't want to be contaminated by whatever bacteria people have gathered. But with you, he always seems to have a hand on you. Either harshly pinching your cheeks like a child with a crazed grin whenever you mumble something he deems stupid or pulling your arm of out its socket as he yanks you through the hallways of his lab. You act almost as his shadow, permanently glued to his feet and forced to follow wherever he goes.

You wouldn't consider yourself exceptional at your job but you did know how to listen. Perhaps it was your blatant disregard for your lack of safety since your head was always in the clouds that let you do your job with a steady hand. You don't blame your college's, it's hard to work under so much stress. If you had to do quantum physics and whatever the hell smart people do with someone who could, and would, kill you on the spot if you couldn't tell him what 3567 x 438 was on the spot, you think you could have exploded and crumbled on the spot. But you were just the ditzy receptionist who twirled a pencil on her nose more than on a paper. The only thing you were required to do was make sure Dottore was never bothered and let him know if anyone important needed his attention.

You've seen the Regrator the most compared to the rest of the Harbingers. You don't know what a banker needs from a doctor but you're not about to ask. It's not your business and you aren't paid enough to care about what your boss does. Besides, for such a handsome face his presence creeps you out which is saying something considering there's a maniacal doctor that treats human lives like numbers on a stats page. But since you are his "receptionist" you have to make conversation with him. Most of your interaction extends to him asking if the Doctor is in and you politely saying that he's out. You both pointedly ignore the loud crashes and angry yelling from one of his segments behind the closed steel door.

Once again, you don't consider yourself exceptional at your job. You're just a lousy receptionist at a place that doesn't require it and who spends all their time spinning in the office chair than doing actual work. You're just as replaceable as any grunt in this hell hole. So when Tartaglia waltzes through the doors, blinking at you with his dead fish eyes, before nodding to himself and hauling you out of your chair you can only hope that Dottore manages to remember that he has a meeting with Pantalone at noon.

You're hardly gone for an hour. Tartaglia was just bored, bored enough to come to Dottore of all people, that he happened to spot you who looked equally as bored. He just roughed you up a little before he deemed you completely useless and a horrible fighter before sending you back on your way. Seriously, if he wanted a fight he should have just picked one of the skirmishers instead of a damn receptionist. Although you may have to reconsider your position because as soon as you walk back into the lab, a girl is throwing herself at you and demanding where you've been.

You don't get the chance to answer before she's hurriedly running down twisting hallways, down the stairs, and punching in codes so complicated it looked like she was trying to make music out of them. Whatever questions you have are ignored in favor of getting you somewhere as fast as possible. It begins to make sense when you're finally shoved into a room, the girl who dragged you all this way throwing herself onto her knees and begging for forgiveness for letting you wander off.

The lab is an absolute disaster. This isn't the organized chaos you're acquainted with but the aftermath of a manic episode you're familiar with. Glass shards dripping with fluorescent liquid, research notes torn apart that flutter around the room as faux snow, and one mad doctor in the middle.

"Where have you been?"

For someone who destroyed years worth of progress, he sounds oddly calm and collected. His deep voice is firm while he fiddles with a test tube of blue liquid, watching it slosh around before placing it onto a broken table. He barely pays any mind to the girl currently on her hands and knees, forehead pressed to the ground while she glares at you to say something.

"Out," is your reply. A casual shrug of your shoulders even though the Dottore's back is to you. He's not wearing his usual white coat. That's too bad, you think it looks kinda cool. Really goes with his bird aesthetic.

"Out...out you say. Out. Out. Out," he mumbles softly, each time he say's the word "out", he taps the test tube harder onto the table. The lull in conversation only makes the pressure of the room drop lower before the tension snaps and he hurls the test tube at the girl still on her knees. It's only thanks to your reflexes that you manage to grab the collar of her uniform and throw her back just as the test tube collides with the floor, the liquid melting away the concrete where her head was. You can only give her a nudge and a look towards the door for her to scramble to her feet and flee as far away as she can. The slam of the door behind her acting as the nail in the coffin as Dottore's body seems to slump in on itself.

"Where have you been?" he asks again, running a hand through his messy hair. He sounds and looks far more tired, his fingers twitching to reach out and hold you but his pride stopping him. So you push yourself and step forward into his space, reaching your hands out to cup his face and rubbing soothing circles into his porcelain skin. He doesn't lean into your touch but he doesn't push you away either.

"Getting tossed around by Tartaglia. He came by saying he was bored and I just so happened to be there," you say absentmindedly, twirling the long lock of blue hair that hangs off the sides of his mask. He responds by snatching your wrist, squeezing hard enough until your bones creak. "Were you worried? Did you think I ran away?"

He doesn't dignify your question with a response. Simply shrugging your hands off his face before he reaches up to pinch your cheeks, a familiar cackle vibrating from his chest.

"As if you would have anywhere to go."

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Kinknuary Day 2: Praise Kink

Pairing: IVE Jang Wonyoung x Male Reader

Word Count: 3,760

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Sophisticated and classy—that’s one of the few words to describe this girl that has been on your nerves since probably day one. You hate her attitude and so is the luck every time you’re with her as everything seems to fall out of place, maybe in the worst-case scenario, you guess. 

Well, in all honesty, you don’t hate the princess. You never did.

It’s just all about jealousy and distraught with your own confidence that whenever she steps in, it crumbles like paper—easily defeated and turned into a ball of nothingness.

Well, everything changed within a singular snap of a finger (it’s figurative, of course) and you feel light-headed just being here, with her, holding her soft hands as she reassures you. She wasn’t even going to try anything that’ll exhaust such a plethora of energy because she knows herself how her charisma and visuals can make a man fall in love with her, not to mention rejecting dozens of men trying to ignite the love in heart but failed miserably.

But here you are, being the biggest irony of Wonyoung’s definition of love… or is it?

“Come on, oppa, we even have two hours left! Please, just stay…”

You can’t and you don’t want to. She can meet you anytime around the day or even in the whole week but you know she ain’t going to give up so easily, knowing she’s not going to stop until she gets what she wants. She wanted you to stay but your job is done here, you’ve taught her well, she pays the price and you’re going to leave her. Simple, yet her charms allure you but you fight yourself against it.

“I said what I said, Wonyoung, okay? I can’t—”

“You can't what, hm?” Wonyoung thuds her foot on the floor, frustrated upon your own actions of leaving her. She grabs your wrists, pulling it with maybe all of her strength (you can’t really tell it because on how easy it is outpower her, your muscular arms against her thin figure doesn’t make it a challenge) and then pouting right after, wanting you to stay and not leave her at this moment, at least.

Well, you can’t just let herself win all the time like she was always used to. You want to see the defeat on her sparkling orbs full of anticipation and her hope being lost—

“Then leave! I don’t need you anymore, oppa! Don’t touch me ever again!”

And there she goes with her reverse psychological attempts of gaslighting and never ceases to make you feel the sudden urge of being dead inside, unable to think clearly and having struggles within deciding the most beneficial one, for you, of course.

Here’s the thing: you don’t want her yet you like her—it’s a win-win situation and why should you overthink yourself about this? It’s like you’re going to lose a lot from this or gain a lot yet you know how cranky and bratty Wonyoung can get and it’s the greatest bane of your existence. Seeing Wonyoung becoming a nuisance and ill-tempered unlocks your irascible self and you hate her for that (and thank god, it happens pretty rarely).

You wanted to fight your urges but you don’t want this to escalate further, knowing how selfish Wonyoung can be and how she won’t adjust even in the tiniest bit.

God, this girl—you muttered upon yourself as it was laced with venom, cursed and damned about meeting this not-so-angelic girl. You can’t resist your temptation either—staying with Wonyoung probably will end in both ways, hoping it’ll be good or better.

“Okay, tch—” You quickly rushed your way onto the couch, sitting on it and earning a loud thud which made Wonyoung gasp at your harsh actions of the possible damage on the furniture but you didn’t care. “There, happy, hm, Wony?”

Her earlier stern and helpless countenance was now replaced with joy and satisfaction, knowing you chose to stay (and it’s like you have a choice because it’s impossible whenever she’s near). 

“Hah, yey! You’re definitely the best, oppa!” Wonyoung sat beside you and rested her head onto your shoulder, signaling the delight that she’s feeling knowing that she’s with you and you choose what’s best for her. “I know you can’t resist me, oppa.”

“Heck yeah I can't cause you’re gonna go nuts if I reject you.”

“What did you say?” Wonyoung pouts yet the glare in her eyes are evident, and so is the distaste that she feels after hearing such unacceptable cacophony. You know that she didn’t mind it, not even the slightest so you just brushed it off with a single “Nothing, Wonyoung.” and all things went normal yet an uncanny feeling in the can be felt—no, it's just Wonyoung on her knees, in front of you—

“What are you doing, Wonyoung?” 

You don't feel so good about this and have this nerve of an unwanted vice happening anytime soon. You knew this would come and you shouldn't have given in to her wants yet the other side of you is full of anticipation as your primal desires are slowly taking over you.

“Don't be so oblivious, oppa. Let me return the favor of everything you've done earlier.” You didn't deserve such a thing, even though you're not new to this—well, also thanks to her, she took your virginity away—you still don't need this favorable return. You just helped her study and tutored her but why would this be the return? Isn't such a simple soul like you enough for a gift?

You can't turn back now; you're only going to move forward and it's just only going to get better from here.

“But why, Wony? I don't deserve such—”

“Shut it, oppa—” Wonyoung tugs your pants as those perfect, dainty fingers scramble on unbuckling your belt and loosening up the clothed defenses that protects the desired grand prize. “—now would you let your little Wony reward you, daddy?”

Of course, the pet name—it turns you on so much that now, you can't contain anything but let your animalistic desires out. You can't stop her because it's too late and in fact, you want this and you're an absolute hypocrite if you don't. 

Things went like a flash—it felt like everything felt too fast as time sped up like a rocket but you didn't care because you wanted her, utterly.

With the last clothed defense on your iron wall, it collapses down to your ankles as it was proven worthless now, your hardening member is now within the sight of her refulgent orbs—god, it just feels better, doesn't it? You're maybe in heaven but the devil is just beside you and the oxymoron never failed to be in its own party.

With the draw of her nails onto your leaking slit, it draws pain and pits gasoline of the fire—pain associated with pleasure and not close to drawing blood. 

“Oh god, Wonyoung—we don't really need to d-do this…”

“Oh stop it, daddy. I know you wanted this and let your little girl pleasure you for the time being—” Wonyoung places her lips onto your swollen head, giving it a small peck that makes you shudder, your mouth escaping beautiful moans that fuels the primal lust and ego of Wonyoung. 

She seems to be the one that likes her ego getting petted and you're here to absolutely do it.

“Such a good g-girl for daddy, Wonyoung. So skilled and so good—you're definitely loving the taste of my cock don't you, hm?”

You're getting cocky and you know Wonyoung is loving this despite the utter brattiness and hypocrisy running down her mind.

“Gah—you know y-your cock is something I can't r-resist, daddy…”

She continues her moderate bobs as your base is now getting wet with her drool that is now starting to drip all over your sensitive head and her chin. She's in her own league and in an absolute masterclass when it comes to dick-sucking—such lips made like a cocksleeve is truly the one to be treasured as it perfectly hugs around your shaft like it was molded around it, her pleasurable suction being the cherry on top.

Her cheeks hollow in every thrust she does with her talented mouth, and you're no stranger to tell her how great she's been blowing you and it only has been a minute—and god, she's making your brain go haywire.

You stroke her hair and caress her cheeks, letting her know how great she is in terms of sucking you off. “Keep doing that, baby. This cock is all for you, princess. So, so, good—god, fuck!”

And it is incredibly off the charts—the corkscrew motions of her fingers, the dance of her tongue filled with enamore and the overstimulating suction is just, nearly, too much to handle. 

No one can top off her skills as she's just a professional in this—every second sending you weak, on your knees as every technique known to enervate your defenses is being presented right now and you can't think of anything articulate except the fact that Wonyoung's mouth is exerting too much effort as it's getting near the promised land—

“Just like—that—baby, ah! So fucking good—god, how are you so incredibly talented in possibly anything?”

Stroke her ego and she definitely loves it—her pupils dilating everytime you commend her is one strong piece of evidence. It's true even though it may seem like you're playing with her and it's crazy to think about it. She may be the jack-of-all-trades when it comes to everything but it’s definitely not even close with that in accordance to her selfish and diabolical attitude—it’s contradicting but you guess it’s just the fact that she always wanted to be treated like a princess and her sophisticated life explains about it. 

Well as much as you’d wanna do the opposite, it’s going to be completely questionable if you’ll degrade the superior job she’s doing between your legs. A flick of her tongue nears you onto that finish line as well as the dexterity of her slender fingers—it doesn’t help at all, considering you still want to savor and cherish every second of Wonyoung’s masterclass, the inevitable can’t be stopped as the growing sensation in your loins is ready to unload everything inside her heavenly mouth.

“Your mouth Wony—”

Her pace is ridiculous, unmatched han any other as her warm cavern glides onto your shaft like a loose speedster, in a hot pursuit—

“—it’s too good—”

Her silken plumpness made to unleash the profanities inside you, unshackling them and bringing them to their endgame but—

Pop. 

“B-but why’d you stop? I’m so close, Wony!”

You vent out the little frustration towards Wonyoung as your high suddenly became on the lowest point, subsided even before you’ve truly noticed it. Wonyoung just pouts at you adorably, apologizing for what she's done and god, the saliva dripping down to her chin and all around your cock is just a sight to see. It was feeling so damn good until she played with you but you’re not furious about it because she’s maybe wanting something and probably—this last bit is what you’re hoping for—having multiple things in store for you, for later.

She’s only getting started and it’s only going to get better than this.

Her quivering plump lips, her disheveled hair, her beautiful façade—every inch of her perfect is such a sight for a nice canvas to be painted on but it is what it is.

“Want you in my pussy now, daddy. God—I really love your cock, so much I just can’t get enough of it.”

Yes, it’s like her favorite candy she’s ready to brag about and it’s addicting. Ever since you’ve slept with her, it became a whole different story being with her as you always envisioned the nastiest things with her whenever you think about her and it’s clouded your mind ever since. Well, now, you have a lot of things to fulfill with her and the blowjob earlier was just the beginning of a show that’s bound to happen.

“I can’t get enough of your mind-boggling blowjobs too, Wony. You make me feel—” You switch places with her, pinning her down slowly onto the couch, your face now inching closer and closer towards her. “—great and that’s what I like about this.”

Without any foreplay, you capture her lips off-guard as you make the most passionate kiss possible that’ll make her feel butterflies in her stomach. Its saccharine taste makes it insatiable, wanting more of her yet a hot half a minute of this flustering moment is enough for the both of you to exchange breaths.

“Like the taste of you, daddy? ‘Cause I do—like, a lot.” Your face was puzzled after Wonyoung said that, also confused and unsure on what to imply as you playfully retorted against her. “I mean, your lips really made everything insatiable. Just can't get enough of you honestly…”

You continue the intimacy, fueling the lust inside you by dominating her with your tongue as she eagerly reciprocates, the kiss getting too heated but Wonyoung taps your shoulder, signaling you to detach away from her lips. You don’t know why exactly she wants this to be over but with Wonyoung’s enlightenment of the climax, your mind has been cleared and awakened, and so are your primal desires.

“As much as I want to kiss you, daddy, my pussy’s been wet since I’ve sucked you off—so p-please, daddy—hng!”

And who are you to reject it? You want to pound her tight cunt as much as you wanted her today and there’s no one to stop you right now, and neither is she. With the best of both worlds, you elevated the anticipating climax yet a brighter idea will make this session a wilder ride.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom, princess—would pound your tight, perfect pussy so hard that you’re only going to think about me only.”

And there and there, everything went off the cliff, up to the highest paramount of events…

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“Too good, daddy!” Your fingers up her delicious cunt never fails to earn the most heavenly whimpers escaping Wonyoung’s mouth, let alone fueling the lust inside you as your slit leaks precum just from the sight of her tight cunt squelching and clenching around your digits.

“It’s only going to get better from here, princess—” A harsh spank resonates around the puny room as the dissonance of her orchestrated moans makes your hardened length throb in need, unable to control anything. “—because I’m going to treat you like a princess but fuck you like how you deserve it.”

“W-wha—what d-did I deserve, daddy?”

“A rough one, Wony. Since you’ve done a great job at the start…”

As the heat in the air is still ignited, you take the last bit of teasing with your digits and hard spanks as you’re lost for words once you’ve plunged your length inside her. It never gets old and she’s still as suffocatingly tight as ever, not to mention with even the slightest of movement and her pussy responses with the tightest clench possible. Gripping her hips for a small leverage, you thrust in her slowly as you ensue a few kisses onto the nape of her neck, earning such moans that just makes you want to build up the pace even more.

“Ahh, daddy—it’s so good! You’re s-stretching me—ahh—so w-well…”

“And you take me so well, Wony. Your pussy is literally made for me to be hammered, hm?” You quicken the pace, just withdrawing with only the tip inside and then slamming back in, filling her up to the hilt. She mewls in every thrust you do, further arousing you as she grips onto the sheets as a leverage on the harsh acts you’re doing on her tight cunt. Adding some spanks in every oscillation of your hips, you notice how it clenches every time you do it and you’re loving every second of it—loving how helpless and lewd your princess has become is truly a sight to behold. 

“You’re so good at taking my huge cock, princess…” Your brush off her silky-smooth hair off her shoulders as you pepper her neck and back with kisses that further makes the act hotter than what could it be. You trace the curvature of her waist down to her slender thighs that probably run for days and god, why does a princess have to be this perfect? Down every last feature Wonyoung has is in its absolute flawless state and you can’t help but be in awe as you in every ram you do inside her clenching heat is the praise of her faultless figure.

“Good god, Wony—down to your beautiful face up to your pussy, you’re just so fucking perfect aren’t you?”

“Gah, daddy! Fuck me harder please!”

A spank as the retaliation of her hostile takeover of lust has won, and you, the dominative one will orchestrate things onto your own accord, not hers.

“Wonyoung, you’re lucky I can fuck this good because no one can and you’re mine—every perfectly tight hole in your body is mine to use, do you understand?” Between thrusts you spat her with venomous yet genuine words, but she could only cry in pleasure as your thrusts are just too much for her to think of something articulate enough of a response so, it only took her ten seconds to come up with something— “Yes, d-daddy—ahh!”

Such rampant actions never cease to make someone scream in delight and it’s every man's dream to be in this position. Kiss, spank, thrust and repeat, it goes around in circles and you’re not going to stop it because you’re in a state of do-or-die (figuratively, of course) because in any second now, you can feel yourself getting on your high and so is Wonyoung’s, her pussy creaming all over your enraged length is enough of an evidence.

“Wonyoung—fuck! You’re so tight and so good!”

“Daddy I’m going to c-cum—gahh, so s-soon! Please!”

That’s the green light to bring another onslaught of thrusts with no-return, hammering her cunt like it’s rent due alongside grabbing her hair for her heavenly moans to be unshackled (and if you’re wondering, her arms gave out two minutes earlier because of too much pleasure as she rested her hair onto the mattress, muffling her moans in which, you didn’t really like). With the obviously lewd moans (almost screams) of Wonyoung and the repetitive clenching of her tight heat, you know that she’s about to get off so you gave her the final set of the harshest thrusts possible to mankind as it was too enough and all are let out.

You pull out of her gripping pussy as she squirts all over the bedsheets, your cock and even to your toned abdomen. You finger her repetitively in a deft pace that she cries in a wanton need and that even fuels you further into abomination.

“You good, Wony?”

“Y-yes, daddy—unload it a-all in my pussy—” Her shining orbs pleads you onto her desires, wanting you to fulfill it. Her pupils dilate once again, anticipating on a good note with you— “—please…”

“I’m dying to cum inside this perfect pussy of yours, Wonyoung.”

Pinning her down onto the bed (not so harshly), you tease her pussy with your swollen cockhead for a bit, in which earns the finest moans escaping her lips and so are the needy whimpers. Without any time to waste, you plunge into her dripping core once again but this time, the penetration is crazingly-deep, achieving the sensation of a lifetime that makes you feel butterflies. You command her to place both of her legs onto your shoulders, wanting to achieve the deepest penetration possible as she did and god, that felt way better than earlier and it’s too heavenly to be true.

“Ahh—daddy—I—gahh, so so good and d-deep! Fuck me h-hard—cum i-inside me—gahh, please!”

The desperation in her eyes says it all. Even with the messed-up makeup, tears and her disheveled hair all over the place, it’s not even a challenge to sense how needy she is for you and your seed to be deposited inside her. Now bringing the thrusts that surpasses the harshness of your actions earlier, and making Wonyoung the most raucous she’s ever been—all in the experience on the paramount of delight as everything seems to be at that moment, just a step away from your both desired promised lands. You weren’t far off of your high and Wonyoung can sense it through your eyes as she helps out, fucking herself onto your length as you chase your high, grabbing her waist and hips harshly as the leverage with your relentless pursuit onto her pussy.

“I’m going to cum, Wonyoung! So fucking close in this perfect cunt of yours—fuck!”

And you break, everything loose as you bury your length inside her, balls-deep as you unload everything you’ve got and your moans and Wonyoung’s blessed the entire room as it reverberated all over. With your last groan and the hard grip of her hips, your orgasm finally subsided as it was an euphoric one—it was so euphoric that you almost passed out but it wasn’t really close. Wonyoung on the other hand, laid down flat on the bed, enervated from the steamy sex session yet she smiles widely, knowing that your load is inside her pussy as the warmth of it elicits the sultriest of moans.

“Thank you, daddy—hah… For this load… Hah, I love i-it…”

That changed your demeanor from a stern, dominative one to softer, warmhearted as you blush because of her, feeling so grateful and thankful for this moment as the earlier omnipotence of power now subsided, back to your old self.

“Thank you too, Wonyoung—you took me so well… hah, that was exhausting…”

“Yeah, I know, oppa…” She brushes her fingers all over your chest, tracing it slowly as she looks at you endearingly, her eyes telling you how much she loved this moment, disregarding the fact of the pain that she felt—she liked it because it turned her on even more—from all of your harshness and spanking. She’s genuine about it and you could tell it without her even uttering a single word.

“We should clean up, oppa, actually.”

“Yeah, oh no, I think you need some new set of sheets after this.”

“You’re the one to blame here, oppa! You made me squirt so hard!!”

And the bratty, sophisticated Wonyoung is back and here we go again, back from the despair and being the bugbear she is…

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Web of love

─Yandere!Jujutsu Kaisen x fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: forced to abandon your family and being spit out into a world of curses where everyone seems to gravitate towards you

─Warnings: a little angst¿ obsession, toxic behaviors, yandere stuff

Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

The blank pages: Part One

ok I had a burst of inspiration and I needed to write also need more platonic yanderes for jjk 😔 (I'll probably write another part because I left out many characters and villains… 😈)

SOMETIMES you think that you had to do something very terrible in your old life, something unforgivable and unimaginable to be punished right now, sometimes you think that the easiest thing would be to bang your head against the wall until you are stupid enough to have a caregiver and stop worrying about many things.

You just wanted to help your parents with the family business, being a time of high demand in the hostelry sector, taking advantage of your school holidays, you loved your family very much and helping in the business was the least you could do.

But the moment a group of children come in screaming excitedly and running from one side to the other you lost your nerve, yes, they are kids celebrating a birthday, but so much activity, noise and annoyance made a vein swell on your forehead, you were reaching the limit, but at least there were only a couple of hours left to be able to close and surreptitiously remove the last people with brooms.

You swore you were losing years and hair, that the minutes passed slower and slower as if you were stuck in an endless hour.

"I think if you keep squeezing the tray like that you'll break it, honey."

Your mother squeezed your shoulder, you turned to look at her, she was behind the bar, cleaning with a cloth while she glanced at you from time to time, she certainly knew how to detect when you were losing your temper, after all she saw you have many crises nervous before.

"Sorry, you know I can't stand so much movement and annoying noises, it's exhausting."

"Oh, I think you can go home if you want, you've done enough for today miss."

A new voice joined in, your father made way with a couple of plates, he left them on the bar to place his hands on your shoulders and rub circles on them, calming you with his touch, you smiled in agreement, your mood improving as you heard that you can go home once and for all, they wouldn't have much work at this hour.

"Don't forget the jacket love, it's already night and it's cold outside!"

"I know mom, bye, love you two!"

You shouted as you were already walking through the door, you waved to both of them before walking out onto the lonely streets, luckily your house wasn't too far from the family business. Without wasting time you grabbed your faithful life companions, your headphones, connecting them to your phone to listen to music at a ridiculously high volume. You let music be your final destination, if you ever suffer an accident, at least it'll be listen to something you like.

Moving your head slightly to the rhythm of the sound, looking at the ground as your legs moved on their own, knowing the way back by heart, you concentrated on drowning out the thoughts leaving your mind blank, it wasn't very difficult since you barely had enough active neurons at this time to have too deep thoughts.

"Huh?"

Some mist came out of your mouth when you felt something tiny cling to your leg, confused, you looked down with a blank look and an imperturbable face, you saw like a kind of fairy-bug, a strange thing was sticking to your leg, looking at you with eyes of a kicked dog. Oh yeah, you started seeing these kinds of creatures, monsters, whatever they are, a couple of months ago when you decided to walk into a 'witchcraft' shop just because a bracelet seemed cute to you.

When you wanted to question the old woman who sold it to you ─after checking that you hadn't spent too much time on the Internet to be hallucinating─ she was no longer there, as if she had disappeared from the face of the earth, no one seemed to remember her except of you.

You grimaced, holding the little thing carefully, pushing it away from you as if you had just taken unidentified food out of the sink after having washed the dishes, without hesitation you threw it like it was a snot, you didn't even hear the squeal that came from it as it crashed to the ground because you hadn't turned the music down.

You continued your path, ignoring how more of those monsters began to appear, larger ones, with more or less human shapes, you didn't know if you had reached the point of emotional exhaustion that you no longer cared about those things, or you were so desensitized to certain things that you barely changed your expression.

"Help… help please… my son- oh- it burns…"

Your feet stopped suddenly, almost falling face first to the ground as you felt one of those monsters cling to your arm like an old woman crossing the street with a helper, looking at you with tears flowing down her cheeks, murmuring things you wouldn't understand if you weren't able to read lips, her hand went higher and higher, absorbing your body in a kind of wrestling-like lock-hug.

If you could you would pinch the bridge of your nose, you started to struggle with the woman, she started screaming the further you got away from her, you cursed silently when you couldn't get her off. This was it, the only thing that bothered you about seeing strange things was that they clung to you as if you were some kind of helper or salvation, you are not a saint, you are not a savior, you were nobody, but they kept coming to you like bees to pollen.

"Looks like you need some help"

You turned your head slowly, dramatizing the side eye you gave to that familiar voice, you heard by chance because of the song change and the small silence, but you could feel his presence for miles. Your frown deepened as you saw the albino look at you with a smile, oh, not only did you have to deal with these curses on your own, as if that were not enough, being one of the few people capable of perceiving these things certain people became interested in you. Sorcerers, it was funny, you didn't believe in magic until you saw this albino lunatic exorcise a curse in front of your eyes, even though you were somewhat skeptical, you refused to attend his institute, but they kept showing up to persuade.

"No, I can take care of this."

"Aw sure, go ahead then, I want to see how you do it."

This time you didn't listen to shit, but his shit eating smile told you everything you wanted to know, you started to struggle with the cursed woman again, it didn't work until you started talking to her. You found it was easier if you tried to give comforts to the poor cursed souls, and you had to do it reluctantly on these types of occasions, removing your headphones for greater concentration. You were terrible at comforting people, so it was like an uphill climb to get that curse to leave you alone.

"And that was ten minutes, you could have done it in twenty seconds if you knew how to use cursed energy."

"Just get lost, I already said no."

"We are offering you free knowledge, how can you refuse it?"

"Aren't public schools there for that?"

"There are no exorcization courses that I know of."

You rubbed your face desperately, you didn't want to learn sorcery, you didn't want to get in trouble, you didn't want to have to comfort anyone, you wanted your simple life, helping your parents, studying, getting a decent job. What kind of future would guarantee you knowing how to control that cursed energy? Clearly nothing good.

"I'm going to put it another way… you attract cursed energy, until now you have been lucky enough to find desperate souls in search of comfort, but what will happen when something much worse is stalking you? Something that seeks blood, your blood."

"Then I'll die, isn't it obvious?"

You raised your thumb with a sarcastic smile, you were too tired to continue a conversation, unfortunately Gojo's next words resonated in your head like a scratched record.

"What if they were your parents? They will not be safe by your side, as I said you attract bad energies."

A lump formed in your throat, letting a shaky breath escape your lips, he watched in silence as he had managed to hit your weak spot, your family, it was something you wouldn't change for the world, they were people who would die for you without a second thought, and just like them, you would give your life for them, they showered you with love and affection, the least you could do was protect them from your own problems.

As annoying as it was to give Gojo an affirmative answer, you had to swallow your pride for a greater reason, and just a week later you were already making the move. Covered as a kind of “Erasmus”, your parents were happy that you were going to explore and meet friends on your own, you wanted to tell them that you didn't want to go, that they would refuse to allow that decision, but that wasn't the case.

Then began what seemed like torture for you, as if you had fallen into a spider web and the more you struggled, the more you got caught in the webs. It was strange, everyone there seemed to have knowledge about who you were and where you came from while you were completely uninformed, it felt strange to be greeted so warmly by unknown people, inside you it was stressful to receive such a degree of attention, but you kept your expression unfazed.

You were like an extension of Megumi, only less expressive and definitely more stupid, you had no thoughts beyond your lost eyes staring into space, nothing made you flinch, nothing made you laugh, nothing made you have a hint of emotion that wasn't nervousness or tiredness. And yet the three first-year students, your classmates, could hear how you tried to drown out your nightly sobs, longing for your home and your family, how you secretly laughed lightly when you saw something stupid on your phone. Why didn't you want to share your emotions with them? Weren't they good enough for you?

You don't know what you triggered by strictly trying not to get emotionally close to people who from one day to the next could be in a grave, just because you couldn't stand it, just because you couldn't stand giving up more parts of your little heart to have them break later.

Itadori started to stick to you like a sticker, are you going for a walk? He needs to stretch his legs, do you want to laze around? He too! He is new to this world of curses like you, so he thinks it is better that you help each other in the face of complications and training. The first time he saw how a curse clung to you for comfort it almost gave him a seizure, he would never think he would be able to exorcise something so quickly, it worried him how used you were to being 'attacked' like that constantly and it only increased his worry, he needed to keep you safe from this dangerous world, it was a promise.

Megumi felt sorry, unlike him you had a normal and happy family, people to turn to, a little envious, he wasn't going to lie, but he tried to make you as comfortable as possible, maybe a little too paranoid about your well-being now that you were a novice unwilling to learn, he felt like he was your big brother, he wasn't going to take an eye off you even for a second, you could get hurt or worse and he had already experienced the bitter feeling.

Nobara was persistent that you open up to her, after all girls should be close, maybe she got too obsessed with that phrase when she watched suspiciously as Itadori dragged you to do something stupid ─against your will but without the energy of to refuse─ and you weren't going with her to have a snack or shopping, she felt a pang in her heart, what if she's not there and something happens? She doesn't trust anyone to take care of you, everyone is inept in her eyes.

Gojo proclaimed himself your fake father, no matter how hard he tried, he would in no way replace the real one, but if he wanted to play the family game you would let him if that made him happy. His attitude was the one that bothered you the most because it made you look like a helpless person at his side, he made you look like you needed him to take care of you. You accepted being the weakest link, but you could fight your own battles, especially after discovering some of your abilities, but he wouldn't allow it, you're too adorable to let go.

After some tests, missions and training, they discovered that your cursed energy acted like an antenna, attracting all curses that wanted to be forgiven or sought freedom. You were cursed with the 'gift' of forgiving and freeing from torture curses that wanted to cease to exist, and you acted as a peacemaker on some occasions. Luck was definitely not on your side or it was kicking you for having laughed at so many other people's sorrows on the internet, couldn't you punch? Kicks? Do voodoo? Summon shikigami? No, you had to pat and release cursed souls.

You didn't have enough suffocating attention from the sorcerers that you also had to have that from the curses. You were going to look for the old woman who cursed you the day you entered her store in another life and you were going to sacrifice her in the name of barbatos.

"Hey there you were! We're going out to dinner, are you coming?"

Nobara opened your door without knocking, you didn't stop looking at the ceiling while you lay motionless in your bed, you shook your head slowly in denial, you weren't in the mood, you were never in the mood.

"Don't talk nonsense, there is no way you can stay here alone, come on, come on! Gojo will pay for everyone."

Itadori entered immediately, pulling your wrist to drag you, you slid off the bed like a dead body, looking blankly at the boy who was giving you a puppy dog look, it wasn't that that made you accept, but if you didn't accept you would pass more time arguing with them in a useless way. You had learned to accept your destiny, you had learned to stay still in that web, maybe if you manage not to move you can free yourself, just maybe.

"I'm glad you decided to accept! It is good to have bonding time with your classmates and teacher, it encourages communication."

You nodded, looking absentmindedly at your phone, scrolling through the screen without looking at anything in particular but not wanting to have to look at the albino's expression, he knew you were going to accept, he knew you were going to go with them because they wouldn't give you any other option. He put his arm around your shoulders dragging you towards the car while he chattered things that went in one ear and out the other.

"Will you sit next to me?"

" No way, she will sit with me!"

And the tug of war began between Itadori and Nobara over who you would sit next to, too stubborn to 'share' if you sat in the middle, they would prefer to be the only ones next to you, Megumi on the other hand was the smartest when entering the first, if he sat in the middle he would assure him that you would sit next to him, however, absorbed in the discussion, they did not notice how you moved towards the passenger seat, end of the discussion and the headache, now you just had to rack your brain thinking about how to solve the fight next to who you would sit at while eating without giving anyone the benefit.

Sometimes you think that you had to do something very terrible in your old life, something unforgivable and unimaginable to be punished right now, sometimes you think that the easiest thing would be to bang your head against the wall until you are stupid enough to have a caregiver and stop worrying about many things, now you had four caregivers but no concussion, for now.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x fem reader #reader inster #platonic reader #jjk x reader #jjk x platonic reader #jujutsu kaisen x platonic reader #yandere platonic #yandere platonic x reader #yandere x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere platonic jujutsu kaisen x reader #sfw #reader insert #yuji itadori #jjk itadori #gojo satoru #nobara kugisaki #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen various x reader #soft yandere #web of love #web of love jjk

[grandlinedreams]

[heads up!: cursing, brief mention of implied abuse (not from Zoro)]

“Just shut up, damn it! Go find someone else to pester instead of bugging me!”

He doesn’t mean it. The moment the words slip from his lips, he knows he’s going to regret it – especially since it’s born out of irritation over something that’s far from your fault. Training had not been going the way he wanted. Most recent injuries still healing, the stubborn, persistent ache of his body had steadily pushed him into a darker and darker mood.

And then you had come up to ask him a question – if he’d wanted something to drink, something to eat – and then the question that’d tipped him over the edge. “Shouldn’t you be resting instead of trying to train? I don’t think it’d be good for you to reopen something…”

And he’d snapped, eye blazing with fury as he jerked his arm out of your reach. 

You freeze, arm dropping back to your side. He expects you to lash out, fire back – you know how to hold your ground, and he’s been a front-row witness to how sharp of a tongue you have when you’re (rightfully) pissed. 

But you don’t. 

Instead, your expression goes blank and you turn, slipping back down from the observation deck. In the absence of words, the hard click of your descent offers a finality that makes a chill slide down his spine.

He knows he should apologize, but pride is a difficult thing to swallow – especially when he knows he’s at fault for this. So he stays put, shoving down guilt in favor of resuming his training and pointedly ignoring the protest of his bandaged wounds. 

By the time he comes down for dinner, Zoro is in a far better mood than he’d started with – he’s finally managed to get where he wants to with training, and his injuries have eased from persistent ache to a dull throb that he can tune out. 

Entering the dining room and spotting you in your usual seat with the standard empty one beside you for him, he moves to take his seat – only to watch as you get to your feet and leave the table entirely. 

“Where are you going? Are you feeling okay?” Nami’s the one to ask, just as confused by your abrupt behavior as Zoro is. 

“I’m fine,” you answer, turning to give the navigator a reassuring smile. “Just remembered I wanted to watch the sunset, that’s all.”

 Zoro watches you go, wondering if he’s forgotten some agreement the two of you’d made beforehand – and turns to find Nami staring at him. He frowns, already on the defensive. “What?”

“What did you do now?” Her tone is accusing, her eyes narrowing as Zoro’s temper flares once more.

“Why are you assuming I did something?” 

Nami folds her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow. “Because you’re not the most perceptive person around when it comes to anything but fighting,” she points out and he bristles, even though he knows she’s right. “Think, Zoro. I’m sure you should apologize for something.”

“No, I–” He halts. He does have something to apologize for, doesn’t he – how he’d yelled at you, the look you’d given him before turning and leaving. It’s clear that you’re still upset about that, and while he doesn’t blame you, like hell he’s going to admit that he did do something to Nami or anyone else. “Whatever. I’m leaving too.”

He gets to his feet and moves in the direction you’d gone, ignoring the mutter of what sounds suspiciously like “idiot” from behind him in favor of searching for you. True to your word, you’re up towards the bow of the Sunny, arms folded on the railing as you stare out at the ocean. 

Apologize. It's easy, in theory ㅡ to say "I'm sorry" and wait for you to respond if you forgive him or not. And yet he can't quite shape the words, settling for the next best thing.

Pretending nothing happened.

"Dinner's gonna go cold," he says as he approaches, and he doesn't miss the way you stiffen at the sound of his voice, but otherwise ignore him. "Want me to bring it out to you?" You don’t answer, and he can’t help the flare of frustration. Are you really going to ignore him like this? “Not talking to me now?"

Your hands curl against the railing. You've been trying your best not to think about earlier, the unpleasant memories it'd unearthed ㅡ and the fact that Zoro wants you to pretend like nothing happened only furthers the sour taste in your mouth.

'He isn't like that,' you tell yourself firmly. He has a hair-trigger temper that sparks over some of the dumbest things from time to time (especially where Sanji is involved), but it fizzles out quickly. 

But you know the consequences of anger behind closed doors, away from prying eyes and ears ㅡ fingers brush your shoulder and adrenaline floods your veins, ripping you out of your unpleasant reverie as you jerk away, fixing Zoro with wide, frightened eyes. “Don’t touch me!”

Your voice isn’t loud enough to be heard by anyone else, but it still startles Zoro all the same – for the vehemence in your tone and the look that you’re giving him, like you’re afraid of him, that he’s going to – realization hits him harder than any enemy ever could.

Oh. Shit.

Of course you’d reacted the way you had earlier when he yelled at you, jerked so harshly away from you, arm raised as though he – he feels sick. How could he have forgotten? He knows he’d never do that to you, would never dream of it – but it hardly matters when he’d offered a blow of a different kind, just as devastating. 

Apologize. He isn't even sure if that’ll fix the damage done now, but he can’t stand the idea of you being afraid of him. Shrinking at his voice, flinching any time he moves near you – he takes a step towards where you’re crouched now, trying to calm the panicked rhythm of your breathing.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and though he wants to touch you, he resists. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you earlier. It wasn’t anything you did, I was in a bad mood and…that’s no excuse to raise my voice at you.”

You’re shaking. It’s minute, but he can still see the tremble of your limbs and it only drives the knife deeper, knowing he’s the one to blame for this – and then you’re lurching towards him, a choked yelp coming from him as he struggles to steady both of you. “Hey–”

“Idiot,” you whisper, hiding your face against his shoulder. “You’re an absolute moron, Roronoa Zoro.” 

“I know.” Tentatively, he brings a hand up, cups the back of your head. “But I’m your moron, right? Your favorite idiot?” 

Your hands fist into his shirt. “Unfortunately, yeah.” He hums, adjusting to hold you closer as your breathing slows into a steadier cadence. “Zoro. I don’t want you to think this means I’ve forgiven you.” You can feel him still against you, and you lift your face from his shoulder to look at him properly. “The next time you raise your voice at me like that–”

“There won’t be a next time,” he tells you firmly, conviction clear in his tone. “It won’t happen again.” 

“Promise?”

His hand drifts from your hair to cup your cheek, relieved that you lean into his touch now. “I promise.”

#ㅡmine. #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader #–ml: zoro.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Enemies to lovers fic, my fave trope to write atm 🫶❤️ 18+ mdni.

If you have an enemies to lovers or any other fic request then send me an ask 💌 these are my request rules 💌💞🎀

🖤🫶

"I hate her" Eddie seethes to the rest of Hellfire as he glares daggers at you, you're perched on one of the tables, surrounded by your friends, the dark side as Eddie likes to call it.

Dustin counts to three and waits for Eddie to begin his rant about you, it happened almost every day at lunch. Like clockwork he's soon gesturing widely as he rants about you and like magnets your eyes are drawn over to him.

You give Eddie a sarcastic little wave and he stiffens in his seat, barely taking his eyes off you as you chat to Ryan, one of Jason's douchebag friends who you have wrapped around your little finger.

"Pathetic" he grumbles as Ryan looks at you all moon eyed and lovestruck.

"I still bet he's like half in love with her" Jeff mutters to Gareth who smirks but freezes as Eddie raises an eyebrow.

"What's that now?" Eddie barks at him and Jeff and Gareth don't say anything else. If they mention about Eddie having feelings for you then they will all get another five minute long rant.

That wasn't good for anyone.

...

You curse Miss O'Donnell for giving you detention, it was the first time you had ever had it and you weren't happy. All of this because you forgot to hand in your homework just the one time.

This week had been so busy that you were barely getting enough sleep and she was ragging on you about one late assignment, you forgot to put it in your bag this morning and could have kicked yourself when you noticed it wasn't there.

You pass Eddie who's in detention more times than he's in class, he stretches his legs out across the only seat left in the room, his leather jacket strewn across it and his metal lunchbox and you frown already infuriated by him.

"Fancy seeing you here princess, I'm shocked" He clutches his chest in mock horror. Ugh. He takes his feet off the desk but his shit is still all around it.

"Can you move your things please?," you smile sweetly and Eddie meets your gaze and shakes his head.

"What's the password sweetheart?" Okay, don't lose your temper, be cool you remind yourself.

"Move them, please and thank you... asshole " you tack on at the end.

"Will you two be quiet and will you sit down" Miss O'Donnell snaps and you huff. Fine, if he won't move his shit. You promptly sit on his knee and he blinks startled. Being this close to him does funny things to your heart. Stupid heart.

Hallelujah he may finally be speechless, for once. You turn around and beam at him.

"Princess, you need to move" he says in a strained voice and you peer at him from beneath your lashes. His breath hitches and you feel that annoying familiar stir of longing for him.

"Oh for the love of god, can't you two behave yourself for one minute. Detention for both of you all week" Miss O'Donnell shouts at you and Eddie and you gape and stand out to protest.

"I have cheer practice on Wednesday and Friday" you argue and Eddie rolls his eyes at you.

"Oh so you can't shake your pom poms for a few days, how awful sweetheart" you narrow your eyes at him and you're about to say something back when Miss O'Donnell orders you both to sit and be quiet.

Thank you very much Eddie Munson you seethe.

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"I hate him" you moan to Chrissy who discreetly rolls her eyes. She's heard this every week for two years and is sure the two of you are just hiding how you both really feel.

You watch Eddie who is animatedly chatting about something to his friends. His eyes catch yours and he looks like a deer caught in headlights. Then he comes to and he winks at you. Actually winks at you.

"I hate him" you say and your voice cracks a little bit as your heart beats like crazy in your chest. Chrissy mutters something under her breath, you could swear she says its a thin line between love and hate and you scoff.

"Oh please, there is no way I'm in love with Eddie Munson, he's annoying, he's rude and he hates me as much as I hate him" that thought makes your heart sink a tiny bit, that doesn't make your mood any better.

"Every day you two needle each other, I swear when you were off last term with that sickness bug, Eddie looked like a little lost puppy because you weren't around"

"When he went out with Tammy Thompson that one time, you pouted for three days" you struggled to argue with that one. That intense jealousy you feel when Tammy flirted with Eddie, asked him out on a date that you found out was a disaster.

Not that the fact it went so wrong made you happy or anything. "She sounds like Kermit from the Muppets when she sings, I was thinking of Munson's hearing if he had to listen to her" you supply lamely and Chrissy doesn't buy it.

"You dated Joey Macher for like a week and Eddie made a point to insult him every day of that week" words fail you and you settle for shaking your head in denial.

"That doesn't mean anything" you argue and Chrissy holds her hands up in surrender.

"Hey, hopefully one day you two figure shit out" she sure hopes so, otherwise she's pretty sure her head might explode if the two of you avoid your feelings for much longer.

...

Detention was a nightmare. It was just you Eddie and a few of the stoners, the whole time you sat with a raging headache that almost brought you to tears and you had to listen to Munson for another twenty minutes.

You didn't feel all that great and this was the icing on the cake. When you don't reply to Eddie's latest barb, he scowls.

"What's the matter princess? Cat got your tongue?" you groan and rest your head on your shoulders, make a shushing motion to him.

"Can you stop for like two seconds Munson" you close your eyes for a few seconds and when you open them, Eddie is kneeling at your desk.

"Hey you okay sweetheart?" his sweetness is surprising and it melts your heart just a bit. He actually looks concerned.

"Headache" you answer back and he bites his lip, looks over at Miss O"Donnell who's fast asleep in her chair.

"Do you want to go to the nurses office while the old bat is asleep?" You stifle a giggle and shake your head.

"No, I'll be okay. I just need some sleep" He looks hesitant to leave you, hesitantly you reach out and hook one of your fingers around Eddie's as you fall asleep.

When you wake up as the bell for detention rings, Eddie is sitting on the floor, hand on the desk and your pinky finger is still entwined with his.

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The next day you and Eddie are back to your usual banter but you're struggling to forget how sweet he was with you. If he hated you then why did he act so sweet when you were sick?

"Can't you just cut the bullshit for one day Munson, I know you hate me, you blurt out and his dimpled smile wavers, but you were sweet yesterday, really sweet. Are you telling me that meant nothing?" His eyes widen and once again he's robbed of speech, you're so close to him now that if you reached out, you could intertwine your hand with his.

Hesitantly you run your hand up his chest, over the Hellfire logo and watch as his breath stutters and his eyes darken with something akin to want.

"What are you doing?" his voice is thick with longing and you take another step closer, his head dips down as you press your lips to his. Desire floods through your veins at the very touch of your lips on his, before you can do anything else Eddie deepens the kiss.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, just kissing. When you break away from it you feel like you're punch drunk and Eddie looks equally as dazed.

"Well shit" he whispers and you nod, agreeing with his sentiment. Kissing him was like nothing else in this world and you were keen to do it again and again.

"By the way, I don't hate you, far from it princess" Eddie murmurs in an almost reverent tone and his fingers ghost over your cheek as he kisses you again.

You melt into the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck, nibble on his bottom lip and he groans. You don't hate him either, in fact you're pretty sure that Chrissy has been right all along.

Maybe all this time you've been falling in love, bit by bit, every day.

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#eddie munson x reader #enemies to lovers #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n

[darling--angst-archived]

Yan! Hunting Dogs + cursing them

Ft. Jouno, Tecchuo, Teruko, Tachihara

Subordinate Reader: *Points at Jouno* Fuck you

Reader: *Points at Tachihara* Fuck you

Reader: *Points at Tecchuo* You're cool!

Tecchuo: *thumbs up*

Reader: *Points at Teruko* and fuck you! I'm out!

Reader: *Throws mic at Jouno's face*

A/n: I know I'm supposed to be working on requests but I... I don't want to... yet. Side blog is @fedyaxz. Sorry if it's short, I got hungry on Teruko's part

Jouno Saigiku

To say that he is upset is an understatement. He is beyond furious, he was amused at first at the thought of that he was on your mind; not processing that you cursed him out. After realizing it, he tensed up with the usual smile that he had. He made a few snickers when he heard your opinion about Tachihara, so maybe you'll just say "fuck you" to the rest of the Hunting Dogs... Right? But he couldn't be more wrong your comment about Tecchuo? The so called strongest hunting dogs and Jouno's insufferable partner? Maybe you do need to be trained. And the fact that you even got a response on him infuriates him, how dare he lay eyes on you, and for you to do the same? He would be clenching his fist, ready to drag you out and punish you; maybe a week long trip with him shall be enough. But no, when you finished you threw the mic at him! He want to drag you out of there and chain you in his basement until you submit to him. You were sure you were fucked when you saw him down the hall with the usual smile he had and the mic you threw to his face. He couldn't have Tecchuo dating you now could he? You should only be his.

Tachihara Michizō

He could help but laugh a bit when you cursed Jouno, meaning that he may have a chance with you. But when you said that to him? He hated it. He was actually trying to make things a little more bearable to you, not like that masochist Jouno. He was actually trying to win your heart and you do that to him? And your comment about Tecchuo too! To think that he won a place somewhere in your heart? Absolutely ridiculous! What did Tecchuo have that he didn't? He already decided, he wanted to win you no matter how much it takes. He would protect you from anything including Teruko because of what you've done because she'll march where you are then fight you, but he has to stop her while Jouno went to you. Despite Tachihara's jealousy of Jouno to go to you, he can't have the vice captain hurt you now can he?

Tecchuo Suihiro

He was happy for the fact that you acknowledged him. He loves you by a lot, and for you to have positive feelings for him made him have reassurance that maybe—just maybe, he has a special place somewhere in you heart. He could help but form a small and unconscious smile, a small tint of red adorning his cheeks. His usual poker face is replaced by a gentle expression, his brown orbs having an unusual light in them. He felt warmness spread across his chest, and he laid his head down, remembering the words that you said to him and him only amongst everyone in the room.

He became oblivious to the burning glares that Jouno sent to him. His eyes burning with hatred and annoyance, sending Tecchuo empty threats and glares.

Tecchuo just became more determined, the fact that you have a positive opinion on him only meaned that he was making progress. Maybe it is possible to have you— no to make his dreams come true. You and him on dates, while you send him bright expressions. He wanted to make you the happiest person just like how you are his moon in the dark sky.

Teruko Okura (Platonic)

This girl is so offended, she'll gasp out loud, roll up her sleeves and is so ready to beat you up. Will pout and try to act cute, then beat you up.

She's aggressive, very.

You are very bold to say that to the hot tempered vice captain and I'm pretty sure you'll be dead for a few days because of her training.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd fanfics #bsd fic #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #yandere bsd #hunting dogs bsd #hunting dogs x reader #jouno saigiku #jouno x reader #jouno x you #jouno x y/n #yandere jouno #tecchou x reader #tecchou fluff #tachihara x reader #teruko x reader #teruko okura #bungou sd #bungo stray dogs

[whaledenwtf]

Gale Dekarios X Sorcerer!Reader - Spin the Bottle

The Gale girlies of tiktok got their clutches in me and I want him. I already had my hands full with wanting Astarion AND Halsin but now Gale too? I can't believe I've dedicated so much time to PIXELS. Anyways, here's some wizard sex. :)

AO3 LINK: Here Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist: Here

Warnings: afab!reader and Male Smut, Body Worship ( Female Receiving), Creampie, Oral (Female Receiving), Misuse of the Mage Hand Cantrip (oh yeah), Praise Kink, Spin the Bottle Trope, Angst too!!! Sorry

I try to keep Gale as close to his character as possible but the idea of even entertaining Mystra in the fic for more than half a moment fills me with anger. So I try to only bring her up during the angst.

WORD COUNT: 5325

The last few days... weeks? Have been awful. Ever since you met all your companions in the wreckage of the nautiloid ship (and evidently, the wreckage of any normalcy) you've spent every day exploring the Sword Coast looking for answers and seeking guidance on how to rid yourselves of the tadpole. During the day, the heat is cooled by the breeze of the ocean, but nothing can quell the stress of the band of misfits you find yourself surrounded by.

"We should head to the cre'che. You may be too far gone, too weak, but I need the guidance of Queen Vlaakith." A chorus of groans echo Lae'zel's words.

"All offense, but I do not want a githyanki prodding in my skull." Shadowheart tells her annoyed. You roll your eyes, bracing yourself for the oncoming fight. You've been around them long enough to know that the daily Lae'zel and Shadowheart fight will have to be broken up by you, again. Lae'zel unsheathes her sword and points it towards Shadowheart.

"Just because you are a k'chakhi, doesn't mean (Y/N) can't understand reason." You look around and see everyone look annoyed. Well, almost everyone. Astarion always watches the fights with glee, bright smiles and wicked intentions.

"Excuse me? What did you just call me? I'll make sure Shar punishes you greatly." Shadowheart pulls out her mace. You can already tell this will get bloody. You walk in between them and put your arms out.

"Enough. For gods sake, both of you need to relax. You're both acting unreasonable." You cringe the moment you say those words.

"Unreasonable?!" They both respond, aiming their weapons at you. You roll your eyes, pulling out your staff.

"Point those weapons at me again and I'll make sure to cast a Hold Person so well you'll be stuck here until you transform." Everyone's mouths drop open at your words. You were a sorcerer, usually kind tempered, or you'd like to think so. This has been the tenth time you had to break up a fight between the two in the last three days. It was sickening, and you were at your wits' end. Astarion giggles with glee, clapping his hands at your words. You point your staff at him too.

"I'll cast it on you too-" He pouts at your words, no longer finding the threat fun when it's directed towards him. "Now all of you shut the hells up so we can go find more answers on what to do. No more fighting." Everyone nods silently. You exhale loudly and smile.

"Now let's go." Lae'zel scoffs, sheathing her weapon and bumping Shadowhearts shoulder as she walks past. You turn away and lead the group forward, going towards the Goblin Camp that is holding Arch Druid Halsin captive; the druids in the grove said he may have information on your tadpoles.

"I'm afraid that I cannot heal you. These tadpoles are different, and have magic that even someone as experienced as I cannot remove them." Halsin tells you sadly. The group groans at the tall elf's words. After completely eradicating all the goblins and other beasts in the camp, Halsin is still unable to help.

"However, I was able to track that they are coming from the Shadow Cursed lands, and may be tied to the Moonrise Towers." This was news! Not as good as you were hoping, but its a lead! A start to an otherwise longer journey.

"I appreciate you trying Halsin. Thank you." You tell him quietly. He nods, his hand on your shoulder.

"I should be the one thanking you. You have freed me and explained what Kagha was planning to do to the Emerald Grove-" Astarion cuts off the Druid.

"Yes yes, we get it. We helped. Seems like we did it for no reason." Without turning your gaze away from Halsin, you wack him with your staff. After a loud thump and Astarion's "ow", you smile at the elf.

"No need to thank me, Halsin. Your information will guide us onward." He nods, frowning for a moment.

"Once I get back from ending the Rite of Thorns, I will meet you at your camp and join you on your journey. I hate to ask more of you, but I need assistance with eradicating the Shadow Curse."

"More help?!" Astarion exclaims. You turn around, ready to strike again, but Gale beats you to it. He does you a solid and wacks him upside his head with a large tome. Astarion flinches, complaining about his hair. You smile at Gale in thanks, who winks in response to you before you turn back to Halsin, blushing.

"I'm sure in ridding the curse we may find more information about the parasites." Halsin engulfs you in a hug, and you laugh patting his back.

"Thank you, little one. I will trek to the Grove now. You are more than welcome to join me." You turn to look at all your companions, some of which seem eager to go back to the Grove.

"I think we should, just incase a rampant goblin attacks you again." Halsin chuckles, before letting go of you.

"Then let us make haste."

At the Grove, you watch as Halsin berates Kagha. Afterwards you see Zevlor run up to you.

"We must thank you (Y/N)! We gathered all our gold so we can give you something for your troubles." You watch as the man pulls out a small pouch, filled with everyone's gold. You felt pity, as the need to do good outweighed any reward, especially one so small. You knew taking their gold would leave them only with the clothes on their backs, and the supplies they had.

"Oh Zevlor, I cannot take this from you. Keep it for Baldur's Gate. We are just grateful we were able to help in time." He shakes his head.

"At least let us thank you. We can celebrate at your camp and share our wine and food with you." You ponder this.

"Something to destress may be necessary, lest we hear Lae'zel and Shadowheart fight again." Gale whispers in your ear. Your breath hitches. Ever since you pulled Gale of Waterdeep from the collapsing portal, you've been smitten. Despite his very human nature, his soft brown eyes, beautiful features and prose had caught your attention. He was gorgeous, and your heart yearned for him, mind, body and soul.

"If I have to hear the word cre'che one more time I might gauge my eyes out." You whisper back. He chuckles, the sound warm and it shoots straight to your core. You make your decision.

"I think a celebration with some wine, food and good company would be a great reprise from all the stress. We'll see you at sundown." The group cheers, excited for some wine and relaxation. This seems like the first decision everyone agreed with. You smile at them as Zevlor walks away, telling the tieflings about the celebration.

You were already drunk off the vinegar-like wine, teetering on the edge of consciousness and depravity. You see all your companions scattered across the camp; some entertaining the company of the tieflings, others drinking on their lonesome. This won't do! Your drunk mind exclaims. Before you could act on it, Astarion walks up to you, smirking.

"Well, hello to you sweetheart." You blush at his forwardness. It seems everyday you spend together he gets more bold in his words and touches, but he isn't Gale.

"H-hello Astarion." You tell him, stuttering from your inebriated state. His cold hand meets your arm, and you startle, sobering up momentarily.

"Just a hello? I was hoping for a better form of greeting." You roll your eyes at his theatrics.

"And what would that form of greeting be, my beloved?" You ask him sarcastically. He grins, his fangs glistening in the lowlight of the campfire and lanterns scattered about.

"Perhaps a kiss? Maybe a night, with yours truly? I can make you feel things no man has ever made you feel before~" He grabs your waist and pulls you close.

"No things a man has made me feel before? That's cute, but won't work on me." You tell him, slapping the side of his face as though he were a child.

"Won't work? Darling, it's true! I will make you crave my touch~" He whispers to you. You laugh in his face, and he frowns at your response.

"You should go into comedy with such jokes!" He lets go of you and pouts.

"You're no fun." You smirk at his words.

"Oh I'm plenty of fun. You're just not my type." He is taken aback.

"I'm everyone's type, sweetheart. You're just lying to yourself- or your standards are quite low." You really can't entertain his theatrics any longer, your eyes already looking around for Gale.

"Alright Astarion. As lovely as this conversation was, I've got to go." You pull away from him, spotting the wizard near his tent, a glass of wine in one hand and tome in the other. You rush towards him, before your journey is cut off by Karlach.

"H-hey soldier!" You smile at the tiefling.

"Hi Karlach. Are you enjoying yourself?" She nods, her body swaying.

"Of course! Between my engine sort-of working for now, and the booze, I'm on cloud nine!" She tells you, spinning in place. You giggle at her theatrics, before stabilizing her when she gets too dizzy.

"I was thinking of playing spin the bottle! Now that I can't burn people it would be fun to play-" She gives you puppy dog eyes. You feel bad for Karlach, you really do. A victim to Zariel, and now to her infernal engine, you can tell she just wants to be hugged and loved. You hug her, grinning. She grips you back tightly, sighing into your arms.

"Let's gather the others! Can't wait for the inevitable Lae'zel and Shadowheart kiss." You both laugh. You let go of each other and rally the others. You manage to get Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Gale, Wyll, Karlach, Astarion to join you near the campfire. Even Halsin decides to join, after you ask him sweetly. You're all sitting in a circle, with Halsin to your left and Astarion on your right. Gale is sitting directly infront of you, and you catch his gaze more than once. You decide that if anyone asks, the blush is not from the handsome wizard, but the booze. Yeah that'll work, you think to yourself.

"Can't wait to kiss you, sweetheart." Astarion tells you. You roll your eyes, taking a sip of a new bottle of wine.

"Get in line, fangs." Karlach tells him, smirking at you. You laugh at her words.

"Alright, alright. Let's get to kissing!" You smirk at everyone. After a minute of downing the bottle in your hand, you empty it and put it in the center of the circle.

"Now that little alchy finished drinking, who wants to spin first?" Astarion speaks up, smirking at your companions. With enthusiasm, Karlach shouts.

"ME ME ME!" You chuckle at her reaction, and give her the go-ahead. You watch her buzzing in her seat as she spins the bottle. It does one, two, three spins before landing on Wyll. They look at eachother, eyes wide.

"Oh shit-" Karlach whispers. The whole circle starts chanting, and after a minute of tense stillness they kiss. You all cheer, laughing and smiling. Then they don't let go, still kissing. The cheering gets louder,

"Oh gods, split it up." Astarion says, fake gagging. They split, gasping. Both of them are blushing, and you smirk.

"Had fun?" You tease them. They look away from each other, realizing the implications of their kiss.

"Alright, now Wyll's gotta spin!" You tell them, grinning. Wyll shuffles closer to the bottle, watching it spin until it lands on Halsin. You gasp, before cheering. Their kiss was quick, but you could tell Halsin was in control. He chuckles as they part, and Wyll sits back down. Halsin spins the bottle, and it spins for a solid ten seconds until it lands on Shadowheart.

"Now this will be interesting." Astarion whispers into your ear. You giggle into your hand, nodding. Your eyes split from Halsin and Shadowheart to see Gale watching you and Astarion's closeness with a frown. Before you could give him a look, you hear cheering. Your eyes glance back at Halsin, who pulls Shadowheart onto his lap and grips her tightly as they are kissing. Your eyes widen, lips parting.

"Oh." After a minute, they split, panting. Shadowheart stands from his lap, her legs left unstable from the powerful kiss. She fans herself for a second before spinning the bottle. It barely does a full turn before it lands on Lae'zel. You start laughing loudly.

"Absolutely not." She says loudly, already reaching for the bottle.

"Hey! No respins!" Karlach says, eyebrows furrowed. Shadowheart huffs. Lae'zel hasn't spoken up, just watching Shadowheart's plight with a grin.

"Fine. But watch yourself, githyanki. I will not hesitate to end you if there's any funny business." Lae'zel rolls her eyes, before pulling Shadowheart into a passionate kiss. Everyone's jaws drop as they kiss, all their verbal fights (and some physical, mind you) seemingly have turned into sexual tension. Lae'zel pulls Shadowheart into her, before pushing her under her. After hearing someone moan, you decide to cut it out.

"Okay, stop! Holy hells, if you're gonna do that do it in the privacy of your own damn tent." You tell them, grimacing at the sounds coming from them. Without a word, Lae'zel picks up Shadowheart and walks away from the circle. You guffaw, before turning back to the other companions, eyes wide.

"Um-" Astarion cuts you off, smirking.

"Alright! Since they left its my turn!" He claps, before spinning the bottle. It lands on you, and you groan.

"Come here, sweetheart." He whispers. As he closes his eyes, you give him a quick peck and turn away before he could wonder what happened.

"That was hardly a kiss!" He shouts, crossing his arms.

"Oh, boo hoo Astarion." You tell him, laughing. You spin the bottle. It does one, two, three, four turns, before it lands on the object of your attentions. Gale's eyes widen, and he freezes up.

"Pucker up wizard, it'll be done before you know it." Astarion sulks from beside you. You crawl towards him, blush deepening. When you get into his personal space, you sit down on your haunches and get comfortable. His hand goes to the side of your face, while the other goes to your waist. Your arms wrap around his neck and you meet in the middle.

This kiss was unlike any other you had in your life. The world around you disappeared, sounds muffled. All you could feel was Gale and his magical essence. You became tuned to one another, magic flowing freely between you both. His hands move around, the one on your hip going to the small of your back and pulling you closer, as the one that was holding your face goes to the back of your neck to hold you to him. Your lips open when his tongue traces the seam of your lips. Your tongues battle for dominance, and you moan into his mouth. That seems to snap him out of the trance, and he separates from you. You can see his deep blush, and he gets up and runs off. Your eyes follow him, and you furrow your brows.

"If he ran away because of your kissing skills, maybe I should be grateful you only gave me a peck." Astarion says. Your eyes snap back to his.

"My kissing isn't the problem. I'll go check on him." You get up, dusting the dirt off your legs and walking towards his tent. When you turn around, to glance at your companions, you see Karlach and Wyll cheering on Astarion and Halsin as they kiss. You roll your eyes and look forward, going into a jog so you could reach Gale's tent sooner.

When you get to his tent, you cough outside so he can hear you. You hear him mutter a "come in" so you enter slowly. When you enter his tent, your eyes widen. Its larger on the inside, and looks homely. There are towers of tomes and books, some old and some new, and your eyes are taking in the beauty of the bigger-on-the-inside tent that reflects Gale's personality. When your eyes stop wandering, you notice Gale sitting on the edge of his large bed, hands holding his head as he sits dejected.

"I wanted to check in on you." You tell him quietly, walking closer to him. He sighs, and looks up at you.

"I'm sorry-" You reach him in two short strides, and kneel so you are below him. His eyes follow your movements, and you see the sorrow and sadness lurking in his beautiful brown eyes.

"You never need to apologize to me Gale. Are you okay?" You ask him softly. He sighs again, frowning.

"I'm not." He says quietly. You know he's upset, by the succinctness of his words.

"You can always tell me what's wrong. You know I care about you-all of you." You save yourself at the last moment. Now's probably not the time to admit your feelings, especially when he doesn't seem receptive to your advances.

"I'm just-" He exhales loudly. "You're not the issue here, (Y/N). I am. Everything I have done, everything I do, was for her. Now I feel lost, between the bomb inside my chest and the tadpole in my head, I feel as though I have no control over anything." Your hands gently takes one of his, holding him softly.

"You are the most talented wizard I have ever met, Gale of Waterdeep. You have control over everything, more than most of us." He shakes his head, eyes getting misty.

"You're wrong, you know. I have lost favour with my goddess, and have lost control over my emotions it seems. I just ran away from you and you still check in on me. Gale's Folly, I once named my demise. But it seems everything I do adds to my torment, and it affects others." You go to deny him but he cuts you off. He turns to the side, looking in the distance.

"I have always known my purpose, since I was young. Hone my powers, control the weave. Serve my goddess. The universe that was once kind to me has turned against me, against my reverence for Mystra. I was cursed, am cursed. In the deepest darkest shadows of my folly, I met you. A sorcerer who I respect and admire greatly. Now I am destined to lose that too-" You grip his hand tightly.

"You have not lost me yet, Gale." You whisper gently to him. His face snaps back to yours, his eyes searching yours for the truth. All he sees is your honesty and admiration.

"I do not deserve you." He whispers, shedding a tear. You wipe the tear away, holding his face.

"It is I who does not deserve you, Gale. You've been hurt, badly. I would never expect anything from you more than what you are ready to tell me. You must know how important you are to us, to me." He looks down at his lap, pondering.

"I've always felt the need to do anything to serve Mystra. Even sacrifice the deepest parts of myself for her, if she had asked. Many times, she had. But you; you ask nothing more from me. You give without taking, and I don't understand how you think I am deserving of your kindness." He whispers.

"Gale. You are magnificent. I care about you, more than I care for the others. Ever since I pulled you out of that portal I knew that you'd be someone I'd care for. Since then, all I've done is fallen more for you. You don't need to reciprocate any feelings, but you have to know how much someone cares for you- I care for you. You are worth much more than Mystra has ever given you credit for." His eyes snap back to yours, widening at your words.

"I did not realize-" You cut him off gently, the hand on his face squeezing slightly.

"I was afraid to say anything. I understand your trepidation regarding your situation. If I was in your position I would have given up long ago. But please, please do not think for a moment you are not worthy of love. You are kind, good of heart and deserving of more than most of us in camp." He pulls you into a hug. Your arms find themselves around him, squeezing him tightly. Your head finds itself in the crevice of his neck, inhaling his scent of old books and hazelnut; a scent you could only describe as Gale.

"I'm sorry. I do care about you, deeply. I have not felt such a way since Mystra, but sitting here with you now, I have never felt such acceptance and understanding. I'm afraid of what darkness the future holds, but it does not seem as dim if you are there with me." He tells you into your ear. You sigh, nudging your nose deeper into his neck. You leave a soft kiss on the side of his neck before pulling away.

"I'll help you rid yourself of the Netherese Orb, and then the parasite. You are not alone." His hands grip the sides of your face.

"I can never feel alone when I'm with you." He pulls you into a kiss, and the adoration he feels for you translates in the movement of his lips. You kiss him softly, before pulling away.

"I do not want to take advantage of you when you are feeling so low." You gaze at him, admiring his looks. His eyes, long dried from the tears, shine in the light of his tent.

"I want to be here with you. No advantages are being taken. Please-" He pleads, begging for you. You bite your lip, and his eyes follow the action. He rushes forward, sliding off the side of the bed and kneels in front of you. He pulls you into a kiss, desperation and need coursing through his blood. You moan against his soft lips, all worries and fears dissipating into the night air. He pulls away from you, panting.

"Those sounds... You're entire being... No magic can compare to your beauty." He whispers, his breath fanning against your lips. You blush under his gaze and words, unable to reply.

"I want to show you my love the way gods do, please let me." He tells you against your lips, kissing you again. Your hands cradle his neck, thumbs trailing up and down the column. You pull away again, shaking your head.

"I don't need magic, or gods. Not when I have you right here infront of me." He pulls away, a deep blush on his face. You notice that it goes down his neck, reaching his chest; as well as the tips of his ears, which are also tinged crimson at your words.

"Are you sure? I can make you feel things, see things.... experience things beyond your wildest imaginations-" You cut him off, pouting.

"You already make me feel those things, Gale. Can't I have the man in front of me? I am no goddess, and you needn't seek my approval. You already have it." He nods, before taking your hands and pushing you forward so you're laying against the floor. His fingers link with yours and pull them above your head. You're panting, breasts heaving and grazing his own chest. His gaze trails from your features down to your neck, then further down to your chest.

"Gods. Seeing you in such a state makes me reconsider if I am truly cursed. You're ambrosial." His face goes to your neck, peppering kisses and licks up and down. You moan again, your arousal climbing higher. Your hips begin to grind the air, praying for solace, pleading for his touch. He bites down on you, blunt teeth tickling your skin. You gasp out, back arching so your bodies are fully touching.

"Please, please Gale." You whimper, eyes closed and lips parted.

"What do you need, my love?" He asks you huskily, still licking and kissing your neck.

"I need you." You wail out, eyes watering from his teasing.

"Not as much as I need you, my sweet." With a wave of his hand, both your clothes dissipate. His eyes wander, admiring your body. Your hands go to his chest, caressing the hair there. For a moment, your fingers hover over the tattoo, before touching it with such gentleness. He exhales at your touch, eyes closing while your hands wander. Your hands go to his shoulders where they caress the tense muscle there. He smiles before opening his eyes, adoration shining in them.

"You are a goddess." You squirm under his words, blushing deeply. His hands start to caress the sides of your torso, going up to your breasts. His thumbs start rubbing against your peaks, the rough texture of his fingers making you whimper. Your hands squeeze his shoulders, as you look at him pleadingly.

"Gale, don't tease me." His eyes glace up to your face, as he lowers himself closer to your chest.

"Don't worry my sweet sorcerer, I'll make sure this night is magical." His lips take in one of your nipples, as he begins to suck and bite. You gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. As he worships your nipple, his other hand begins to play roughly with the other one. His empty hand waves, and a mage hand appears and takes both your wrists in its mystical grasp, placing them above your head like Gale had done moments before. He moves to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

You whimper under his actions, panting and arching into him. One of his hands trails down to the apex of your thighs, and begins to caress your core. You exhale loudly through your nose as you bite your lip, groaning. He comes off of your chest with a pop! and grins at you.

"My sweet, are you this wet for me? Can't wait to spread you open and taste you for myself-" His hands spread your legs as far as you can go, as he lowers down. You feel his breathe on your core. For a moment, nothing happens, but then he summons two more mage hands to hold your thighs open as he begins to taste you.

His tongue licks the side of your thighs, as he places open mouthed kisses on your hot skin. He does this for a minute, just worshipping your skin, and then he licks up your core. He moans into you as he tastes your slick, eyes closing.

"Ambrosial, just as I suspected-" He opens his eyes and looks at you as you watch him attentively. "I can't wait to taste you until I bring you to other planes of existence." He attacks your pussy with fervor, licking and prodding at you. His ambidextrous tongue works wonders on you, he spreads you open further with his fingers, as he brings his tongue into you. You gasp at the intrusion, hands struggling against the grip of the mage hand, wishing to push him further into you. As he continues to taste you, his concentration wavers and the mage hands dissipate. Your hands latch into his dark curly locks, tugging at him as you continuously plea don't stop. He chuckles into your skin, as he pulls away.

"I won't stop worshipping you until the end of the night, my beloved. I promised you magic, and you'll take it like a good girl." You whimper at his words, slick leaving you. He licks it up from the source, moaning into your skin. As he goes to take your clit into his mouth, two of his thick fingers caress at your entrance before going in to the hilt and curling upwards. You caterwaul at the attention, hands gripping his locks tighter. He licks and sucks at your clit, fingers pistoning in and out of you. You feel your nirvana quickly approaching.

"G-Gale I'm close, so so close. Please-" You beg him, eyes closed. He hums against your clit as he curls his fingers curve upwards. You've hit your peak, back arching into the sky and thighs tightening against his head. You see explosions of colours behind your eyelids, and your body is weightless for many moments. As you come back from your high, you open your eyes to see Gale admiring your face; his fingers lazily pumping into you. You clench around his fingers as you pant, eyes still unfocused.

"O-oh-" You whisper, head hitting the floor as you close your eyes to try to get your bearings. Gale chuckles at you as he removes his fingers from you, tasting your spend on his skin. As your breathing gets back to normal, you open your eyes again to gaze at Gale.

"I want to please you-" He cuts you off, picking you up off the floor with relative ease and depositing you onto the bed.

"If you do that I know I will not be able to please you as long as I'd like." He tells you honestly as he licks his lips. You surge forward, capturing his mouth against yours. You can still taste yourself on his tongue, and it excites you further. Your legs lock around his waist and pull him into you, his cockhead bumping into your clit. You split from each other, admiring one another.

"Take what you want from me, Gale of Waterdeep." He moans at your words, and grasps his cock in his hand.

"You don't know how you affect me, (Y/N). Your words, your scent, your taste. I can't wait to take you and make you mine." As he speaks, he thrusts into you in one quick motion, bottoming out inside of you. You both gasp, the connection unlike any other you had ever experienced in your life.

"Please make me yours Gale. I'll be anything you want, do anything you want. Just make me yours." He begins to thrust into you, his pace rough and deep. He continues to hit that spot, and you feel your orgasm coming again.

"I'm s-so close." You whisper into his ear, kissing the side of his face. He turns and pulls you back into a passionate kiss. He pulls your legs over his shoulders, and you feel his tip kiss your cervix. You gasp against his lips, panting.

"That's right, sweetheart. Let go-" His words bring you to your crest, and you babble as your brain short circuits. As you reach your peak, he does as well, moaning out your name against the column of your neck. His hips stutter to a stop as he releases inside of you, the clenching of your pussy too much for him. He collapses onto you, kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings to you. After a moment, you pull him into a gentle kiss, savouring the moment with him.

"You are perfect." He whispers to you as you part. Your hand caresses the side of his face.

"You are the perfect one. I hope I can spend the rest of this journey reminding you." You tell him softly. He closes his eyes, smiling at your words.

"How can I ever consider myself less than when I am in your embrace?" You blush, pulling him into a hug. After a moment, he gets up, getting a cloth to clean your mixed spend from between your thighs. Once he deems you clean, he lays back down next to you. You spend the rest of the night cuddling, hushed words of love and appreciation to one another.

The End.

#fanfic #fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 #smut #gale x reader #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #gale my beloved #bg3 #angst with a happy ending #light angst #gale x sorcerer!reader #gale / reader

[magnoliahwrites]

Lean On Me (Don’t Knock Me Over)

or: harry is a touring musician and you're here to interview him

feat: childhood friendship, flashbacks, friends to enemies to lovers,mention of panic attack/anxiety/puking

note: this is part one of a three-shot. Side note: I made up names for harry’s band, it’s an up and coming pop punk band so there’s that

Much like most things in life, when the paper slid through your desk, you immediately shoved it under the outgoing mail box.

anything that causes you stress immediately went there, a future problem for yourself.

It wasn't until the night before the show, when your manager turned best friend, Cindy sat in front of you tapping her new manicure on the desk in front of you that you even remembered it.

"I just don't see the big deal," she huffs, stopping the tapping of her nails long enough to push her blonde hair out of her eyes, "like, you two were kids. He probably doesn't even remember you. And besides, I have three people lined up who would literally kill you for this chance."

You groan, resisting the urge to fling your body on the floor and ahve a full body temper tantrum.

Instead, you act like an adult and throw a mini fit, throwing your head back and shoving the papers away from you.

"he'll remember me." you groan, rubbing your temples, "It was a small town."

"Good," Cindy shrugs, "Make him regret it, or whatever."

she pauses, and her voice drops, some of the hard that radiates off of her melts away for a second.

"I don't see what the big deal is still," she says quietly, "What happened?"

You remember the first time you heard him on the radio.

Driving down a crowded street in Cindy's car (the kind you could never even think of affording) the sun roof down, your hand out the window as the radio blasts, the sun beating down on your hand.

"This is 93.9 playing the hottest hits of the summer! To begin, we have a new single from Kennedy Curse, sure to get stuck in your head. They're new to the scene, but singer-"

Cindy all but squeals, leans forward to turn the dial on the radio up louder, "I love this band. l've been trying to get an interview with them for weeks.”

You snort as you drum your thumbs on the steering wheel, "Can't imagine it would be hard to get an interview with them-"

"Shh!" She hushes you, leans forward and turns the volume up until the car shakes under you.

"Chipped paint, Carol's gonna turn into dust-"

it was a reflex, a knee jerk reaction, something you couldn't stop. before you even knew what you were doing, you were leaning forward in your seat, slamming your hand against the volume button, immediately a silence falls over the two of you.

Cindy knows you've mentioned in passing an ex boyfriend, a singer, but haven't really elaborated on it. Now, it seems like you don't need to.

"So you'll do it?"

Cindy is all but squirming in her seat as she brings you back to the current.

The sigh is all the confirmation Cindy knows, letting out an ear piercing squeal again, "You won't regret it, i promise!"

She gets up to make her an escape, mentions something about transportation-

"I'll do it, but there has to be rules in place-" You're rubbing your temples, a headache already on the horizon, but Cindy isn't listening, long gone as she stops everyone in the hallway to mention the interview with the Kennedy Curse.

Backstage, harry fixes his hair in a broken mirror.

Something about ten years of bad luck, but he rations that's the problem for the person who broke it, not him-

A stage hand, over worked and underpaid, sticks his head backstage: "harry, Ten minutes.

Someone's here to see you-"

And the show is on.

The smirk finds his way to the corner of his lips, and it's game on. the harry who had a panic attack in the back room five minutes ago is long gone, definitely didn't puke into the garbage can earlier because of the nerves. Instead, it's now replaced by the harry he wants everyone to see; confident, cocky, bold-

"Fans already-"

And he rounds the corner and almost hits you with the door.

he speaks first. A reflex, like he's been searching for the name for months or years, waiitng for it to fall onto his lips again-

he speaks before he can stop himself, before he can hate himself for it he speaks before he can stop himself, before he can hate himself for it.

"Birdie."

The low whistle follows, some bird card be always associated with the nickname, for you always singing with him-even if you insisted you were bad.

it falls flat, feels wrong.

Not the cute nickname it was before, when you two would lie in the shared two sized mattress, harry’s feet falling off the edge of the bed, the sheets thrown over both of your heads for security;

“Birdie," he'd say, his voice low, eyelids heavy. even half asleep, the whistle followed, "I promise, to keep your side of the bed warm, always."

Under the sheets was vows between the two of you, the sillier the better, most of the time, but the hushed voices always told the truth.

Instead, you spoke back, his fingers over your lips, calloused from the non stop practicing, the yanking the garage door open at all hours of the night to practice: "I could find you in a crowd."

He laughs; it's lazy and low, like you both have all the time in the world, and he opens his mouth to say something about his height, but it lays heavy in the air as he kisses the crown of your head:

"And i'll always find you, Birdie."

Seeing him is jarring, to say the least.

The last visit was less than good, yelling and tears (from both of you) things said in the heat of the moment that keeps you both up and tossing and turning-

"It's just my normal name now, thanks." You say quickly, hoping it's dark enough backstage that he can't see the red spread across your face.

"Right," he nods, smirks as he leans against the wall, crosses his arms over his chest, "Well, birdie, I gotta say, you got a lot of nerve to wanna hear me sing after you tossed us into the gutter."

You snort, "Still the victim. i see nothings changed."

"Hilarious," he laughs without humor, takes a step toward you, eyes narrowed, that stupid fucking smirk still pulls at the side of his lips, "I see you're still following me around, hm?"

"God, I can't say I missed this. You're still an insufferable asshole-"

"An asshole you paid to see. So tell me, birdie, which of my songs do you like, hm? Still-"

You want to smack the smirk off his face. You dig your fingernails into your palm into you're sure they're going to bleed, leaving little half crescent moons in the middle of your palms, the same ones he use to study, trace over and commit to memory, kiss them better.

In some sick way, you were hoping you'd see each other and he'd apologize, come home-

"I'm just here for the interview," You shake the VIP lanyard around your neck in his face, "And then you never have to see me again."

His eyes dart to the lanyard and back to you, and for a second, he looks almost lost, like something hangs in the air that he wants to say-

"You have five minutes."

You snort, take the pencil from behind your ear,

"I'll make it two. We won't act like these are some deep songs of yours or anything-"

A local nobody band is opening, the drums are heavy and loud backstage, and the ponding begins the second you open your mouth, like it's planned.

harry leans in closer, grabs you by your elbow,

"Let's make a deal, birdie."

You act like you don't hear the low whistle fall out after the nickname.

"Listen-"

he cuts you off, "You listen to us and i'll do the interview, no bitching, after the show. we can go to the bus-"

the look you throw him is irritated and he huffs, holds his hands in the air, "Fine. I'll take you to a fuckin' restraaunt. I'll be on my best behavior, i'll have your manager eating out of your hand after this interview. Scouts honor."

He makes a show of crossing over his heart, holds his hand open in the air.

The smirk never leaves his face, even when your eyes narrow as he sets his hand between you two.

"Deal, birdie?"

You don't speak, eyes narrowed, but your hand slides into his like it never left.

It feels like you're making a deal with the devil.

#magnolia writes #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles ff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles au #harry styles one shot #harry styles one direction #one direction #one direction fic

[alexiabae]

TIRED; caroline graham hansen x fem!reader

Summary: in which caro rant to y/n about how she felt on her national team.

Warnings: short fic for this precious sunshine.

Note: English is not my first language.

not my gif.

She read the breaking news.

And she was devastated.

If it was true, how can you leave out two of your best players out?

Two players who came to win the champions league.

Y/N grabbed her phone and was meeting by a photo of her with her girlfriend, making her forget momentarily about what she was going to do. She searched for Caro's number and pressed the button once she found it.

A tone.

Two tones.

And at the three tones, Caro answered it.

"Hola min kjærlighet." Caro greeted her in a groggy voice, clearing her throat after.

"Shit. Are you sleeping? I don't watch the hour, sorry." Y/N curses, making the forward laugh.

"Don't worry. I needed to wake up soon." The blonde informed, letting out a yawn.

Y/N bit her bottom lip; "I read the news... It's true?" She asked unsure, not wanting Caro to get mad or upset.

Caro sighed.

"It's true. I don't tell you anything because I don't care anymore about this national team." Caro hissed the last part.

Y/N could hear how pissed she is about it.

"You don't have fault about anything, okay? Neither Ingrid." Y/N let her know, even if she didn't know the full story.

"I know it. It's the fault of Hege. She didn't listen to us, to her players... It's frustrating. Sorry, I don't want to bother you about it." The Norwegian rarely gets mad or angry or raises her voice.

Y/N shakes her head even if her girlfriend couldn't see her. "No, no. You know that you can count on me, and if you want, I will be grateful to hear it." She said with a soft voice, putting herself better on her seat on the sofa, watching by her window the dark sky.

"Hege punished us for telling the truth. She didn't care if we lost match after match. She only cares about herself. We aren't good enough because we don't work sufficiently on it. We need staff people who care about us, not participating in the world cup. It matters if you do ridiculous things in front of the world." Caro said in a rush, her voice getting raised as her angrier thoughts showed up. "And Ingrid? She didn't say anything bad. She admitted our mistakes, but of course if you want to play you need to shut up and nod." She finished.

Y/N was really surprised by Caro's statement. Not from the words, if not for her tone of voice. It was a mix between angry and sad, winning the temper.

"My advice is that you need to do it for your teammates, they don't have the fault for your coach being uncompetitive." Y/N muttered, not wanting to disturb Caro. "And for your country. The people who show you their support, no matter the countries they are from. Like me for example." She tried her best to cheer her up.

Caro let out an inevitable soft chuckle at her last comment. They are in silence for a few minutes, processing everything in their minds.

"You will see Ana today." Y/N remind her, playing with her laces from her pajama short.

"Yeah. Something good, at least." The blonde muttered, rolling on her bed, closing her eyes.

"How is Ingrid?" Y/N can't resist asking by her friend.

"Affected. But she received some calls before and she is better. And she has us too." Caro explained.

Y/N felt bad. She found an hour ago about Norway's news and probably Mapi or some familiar found it hours ago and called the brunette.

"Sorry about not calling before... I was working." Y/N apologises, regretful for having a shit of a job.

"I supposed that you're working. Don't worry, babe. I just want it to be over and fly to the warm city where I live." Y/N giggles, finding funny how her nordic girlfriend hates the cold.

"What about me?" Y/N teases.

Caro plays a lazy smile. "You are the most I miss right now... So, be prepared when I come back because I'm not going to let you go."

"I can't wait." Y/N whispered, smiling remembering the moments with her.

"I will let the national team after the world cup." Caro confessed after a moment of silence. "I can't anymore. I'm really tired of their behaviour. They know what they want and they don't want me. So..." She trailed off, sighing.

"I will support every decision you make." Y/N support her.

Caro smiled; "Thank you, min kjærlighet. I just want to focus on us, family, friends and my club. That's all I want."

"Well, I'll let you rest a little more." Y/N said watching the hour on her phone, setting an alarm to watch the game in a few hours.

"Sorry that you asked for the morning to watch me play..." Caro said sadly. "I'll make it to you, I promise."

"Don't be silly. You don't have the fault. And sadly that type of shit always happens. So focus on passing to the next level."

Caro laughed at how her girlfriend denominated it like a video game.

"I will try my best if they let me." The blonde said. "For you." She added in a whisper.

"Te quiero." Y/N whispered back.

"Jeg elsker deg mer."

#woso x reader #woso #woso imagine #caroline graham hansen x reader #caroline graham hansen imagine #caroline graham hansen

[storydays]

Scrambled Eggs P2

(3rd POV)

*At the Overlord meeting*

"Hmph. Fine. Safe travels back to the nursing home, fuckers. Kiss my ass." Velvette flicked them off, cackling as she left. 

"What the hell? We literally just got here." Zeezi laughed. 

Odette turned towards her mother, worry in her face. "Mother?" she asked. Carmilla held up a hand to silence her before leaving, signaling the other Overlords to leave. Alastor caught sight of Zestial following Carmilla and her daughter into her office. 

"Hmm! Well, that's interesting." He noticed Frank curled up on the floor, "You little egg creature. I have a job for you." Knowing this was something he could do, Frank perked up, "Oh, yes, boss." "Follow them." The Egg quickly followed the group. 

*With the other Hazbin members*

Charlie, Vaggie, (Y/N), and Angel stood by the club door, varying emotions: Charlie was uncomfortable, Vaggie was pissed, Angel was smug and (Y/N) has hiding his hands in his face, peeking through his fingers, his entire face was red. 

"Angel! What the actual fuck?!" Vaggie demanded. 

Angel had brought them...to a BDSM club. 

"No activity requires more trust than BDSM, baby." He wagged his eyebrows at Vaggie, who was scowling, as he played with a pair of pink furred handcuffs with his second set of hands. 

"No bond stronger than those formed through bondage."  Angel grinned before pointing to a sign nearby, "That's their motto." 

It was indeed their motto.

"Angel, love the enthusiasm. But umm, uh...Hmmmm...." Charlie trailed off uncomfortably. 

"Wait, what are they doing with that candle to that man's....what the hell?!" gaped (Y/N), eyes shruken as he continued to peek through his fingers.

"What makes you think anyone would be into this?" Vaggie growled, pointing a finger in the white furred spider's face. 

A pleased hum filled the air, making the group look over at Husk as he received a back massage. "Ya know, I...I don't hate this..heh." He chuckled to himself, before catching Niffty's scent. He opened his eyes to see Niffty had changed into a black latex dom suit, and was holding a whip in her hand. 

"I'm ready to punish some bad boys." she giggled seductively. 

"Yee--Never mind. I-I'm out." Husk quickly fled the area. "Okay, hello, there." Charlie crossed her arms over her chest uncomfortably as a demon came and pressed against her,"Hi, um. Hm.."

Vaggie came to her rescue and pushed her towards the door again, "Ugh! I can't fucking belive I let you drag us down here, Angel! This is disgusting." 

"It's no big deal Vaggie." Charlie smiled, "You know, maybe I can just help, uh.."

"No. I told you, you could trust me. And I'm not going to let you down." Promised Vaggie as she grinned to herself. "I just need to teach them the way I was taught."

Meanwhile (Y/N) yelped feeling multiple hands roam over his body. "Oh, no, no, I am not interested. Please stop touching me," hands continue to roam and he flinched feeling someone lick his ear. He could feel his temper running thin, "Okay, I asked you once, now I'm telling you! Leave me alone." He growled, as the demons touching him continued to touch him.

He was about to panic curse these demons when someone yelled out,"Hey! He already ask youse to stop! And he's taken! Back off!" Hissed Angel, standing at his full height, eyes now glowing a fushia color as he pulled the prince into his arms protectively. "Yeah, let's get outta here." Angel said, pushing the prince towards the door. 

*On the rooftop*

"THIS IS HOW YOU LEARNED TO TRUST PEOPLE?" screamed Charlie as she and the others watched the battle below. 

"There is nothing stronger than the trust between comrades in arms!" Vaggie shouted in her Sargent voice. "Buckle up,  buttercups, because today you boys become men!" she smirked darkly as an explosion went off, making her hair fly to the side, making her more sinister looking than normal. 

"Ah, fuck it." (Y/N) smiled darkly before standing on the edge, he pulled out his own angelic sword from his left wrist band, gripping it tightly in his right hand, before stepping off of the ledge, laughing wildly. 

The other's blinked before Vaggie shook her head and she stalked forward and grabbed Sir Pentious as if he weighed nothing. "Wait, wait! I can't fight without my minions!" He screamed as he was thrown into the brawl going on downstairs. 

"You are going to survive together!" she turned towards Angel who backed up, stuttering, holding out his white clad gloved hands out as if that would stop her.  "D-Don't you even think about it!" "You are going to make this hotel work!" she tossed him over the edge as he screamed on the way down. Husk took the opportunity to leave before she noticed him, and silently closed the door. 

Niffty grinned, doing 'up' motions to be picked up to be thrown over, "My turn, my turn!" She was almost thrown over when Charlie snatched her into her arms.  "Vaggie, no!" "This is the only way they'll learn, Charlie." 

"No, it's not! There are other ways. It just takes time!"

"Time we don't have! How many exterminations will have gone by before these idiots get their shit together? How many times do we have to watch your people be killed before we make headway?" 

Vaggie turned away, clearly feeling some anxiety.

"Vaggie..." Charlie started before her girlfriend spoke up again. "I took  charge today and it all went sideways. I'm supposed to make your dreams a reality. I'm supposed to never fail you." she looked down at the warzone,  barely hearing Angel's scream of, "I blame you for this, you crazy bitch!" over (Y/N)'s cackling as he continued to fight through the demons without a scratch on him. 

"You didn't fail me." Charlie tried to explain as Vaggie turned from her. "You're not--" "If I can't help you, then what's the point of me?"

The princess gasped sharply, "Vaggie, don't say that! You do so much! It's--" "I'm sorry, I'd like to be alone for a minute." Vaggie spoke quietly.

Charlie nodded before silently walking towards the door. Angel Dust had made his way up to the to roof with a Sir Pentious in over his shoulder, and (Y/N) walking behind him with a wide grin on his face, Niffty sitting on one of his arms as he carried her. Niffty was covered in blood, and (Y/N) was almost spotless, except the cut on his face one lucky demon was able to get on him. 

That was okay, because (Y/N) quickly got the fucker back with one of his kunai feathers. 

Angel threw Pentious on the ground before sighing heavily, "Made it." He cheered breathlessly. 

"Let's go home, guys." Charlie said, looking downcast.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow as he sensed the energy from the two women, but he knew how to read a room....well, roof. His....boyfriend (?) on the other hand..did not. 

"Ugh! I just walked up all those stairs." He grabbed Pentious' tail and started dragging the traumatized demon behind him, his lover watching with an amused smile. 

*With Carmilla*

Carmilla muttered under her breath as she poured a glass of liquor. She lifted it to her lips before changing her mind and chugging straight from the bottle, her daughters and friend watching in worry. 

"Carmilla, what troubles thou? Losing thy composure is unlike thee." Zestial asked, concern on his face. "It's nothing Zestial, really." sighed the white haired woman. 

"The felled angel, t'was by thy hand, was it not?" he asked. "Let's not talk about it." she walked away to her desk. 

"Mom...maybe he should know." Clara spoke up, watching her mother. "Nobody should know. I did what I had to. I am not discussing this." Carmilla pinched her forehead in frustration. The sisters looked at each other before looking away. 

*With Alastor*

The Radio Demon watched as the Egg Bois played in trash. "Ooh, this smells like fun." One of them yelled. "I love garbage!" Another yelled as the elavator dinged, allowing Frank to get off. 

Alastor stopped him with his cane, "So, what did you hear?" he asked. "First the old guy w-was all, 'you're not yourself, you're the one that killed the angel', a-a-and then she was all, 'Whatever it takes--."

"And then what was that last thing?" Alastor leaned down to side eye the egg. "She killed the angel?" he asked. 

"Interesting." hummed the red clad deer. "Let's keep this between us, shall we?" he glowed a bright red, voodoo signs appearing around him. "You got it, boss!"

*Back at the hotel*

"Hey." Vaggie greeted her girlfriend from where she was leaning against the railing. "Hey," Charlie said softly.

Vaggie sighed, standing next to Charlie. "I'm sorry I got so crazy today."

Charlie grabbed her hands, "No, no. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I put so much pressure on you. We work as a team." Vaggie let Charlie talk. "I guess, I just thought this all this would be easier..But we'll figure it out...together." They shared a soft smile before Charlie gestured to the men sitting around the lounge area. "I mean, look what your exercise did for them."

*Down in the lounge area*

Laughter could be heard in the hotel. "And then, when that buff guy started beating the shit outta you." Angel laughed, white gloved hands mimicking someone beating Pentious, before leaning back into (Y/N)'s side, the prince's arm falling around the spider's shoulders. 

"Ha ha! With the dismembered arm! Yes! That was particularly...unpleasent." Sir Pentious' face and shoulders dropped as he frowned, remembering the incident. Niffty appeared from under the table, giggling, "I liked that part."

"Well, hey, at least you can take a beating like champ." Husk complimented, before walking over to the snake, "You did good, new kid." He smiled into his booze before walking away as Angel and (Y/N) walked over to the two. 

"Really? Oh, well, I suppose I did get into a little of the old rough and tumble today. Haha!" Pentious laughed before turning to the white furred spider demon, hand out. "And thank you for pulling me out of there." he said, shyly. 

Angel laughed, hitting the snake on his back in a playful manner, the others joining him in his laughter, until Niffty started laughing manically, making the others stare at her weirded out. 

(Y/N) merely knelt in front of Niffty, patting her head with a soft smile, "You were pretty killer out there, too, little lady." He chuckled before standing up, "You might be one of the only fighters I've seen who creeped their opponents out so much that they leave the battle willingly!"

"And you, (Y/N)! Where has that side been, man? Holdin' out on us, Prince?" grinned Husk. "Hey, you can't be the son of Lucifer and not know how to fight. Don't ya know it's the quite ones you have to look out for?" His eyes glowed an eerie red as he grinned darkly showing his fangs. 

"Damn, my boyfriend is hot." Angel grinned, as he pulled on his collar, a light pink dusting his cheeks.

*Upstairs in the balcony*

"Well, how about that?" Vaggie smiled before hearing the door slam. "Alastor!" She called, "Failed to get rid of the eggs, I see."

"Yes, well, the little monsters prove to be rather useful." He grinned to himself as the other members approached. 

"Why don't you give them back to Pentious?" Vaggie smiled. "Really?" gasped Pentious.

"Yeah, after today, I guess I can trust you with them. But seriously, no more weapons." She glared.

"Ahhh!! My eggs! Yeah." He squealed, looking down at the creatures. "Oh, it's so good to have you back. Now, go clean my quarters this instant!" He yelled, watching the Eggs salute him before rushing off. 

"Maybe things will move faster than you think." Charlie smiled proudly at Vaggie who smiled softly back.

*In Pentious' room*

"Ah! How was your day with Alastor, my minions?" He asked, laying down. "It was awesome, boss! I went to this meeting, and there was this knife lady, and old guy,and a dinosaur!" Frank gushed. 

"That's nice." hummed the snake, half asleep. "And the nice lady killed an angel." Frank puffed out his chest proudly. "And I was not supposed to talk about it." He facepalmed himself. 

"Oh, I'm so sure, and maybe tomorrow, you'll meet martians tomorrow. But now, it's time for sleep. Good night, Eggies." Pentious smiled as the Eggs cuddled into him.

*With (Y/N)*

(Y/N) hummed as Angel brushed his wet hair. It was a long day, and (Y/N) still couldn't believe that Angel shared his feelings! But now that they're together,(Y/N) wasn't as flustered when Angel made his jokes and gestures, because he knows that's not Angel Dust whose flirting with him, that's Anthony. 

Angel Dust is part of Anthony, but it was Anthony who (Y/N) knew needed help. At least mentally; but now both Anthony and Angel Dust needed help....and by his father's name, (Y/N) swore he would free the spider. 

The hard way or the easy way was completely up to Valentino, but he hoped it was the former option. 

Angel suddenly flicked the prince between his eyes. "Whatcha thinkin', about, principesco (prince)?" 

"Di quanto sei carina (About how pretty are)." retorted (Y/), as he smiled up at the Italian, cupping his cheek and staring at his eyes, Angel's hair fluff vaugley encompassing them in shadow, their eyes glowing with clear admission and a slight bit of lust.

"Gentile Principe (Kind Prince)." Angel whispered, lips brushing against (Y/N)'s.

(Y/N) pressed his lips against Angel's, "Gentile Principe. (beautiful soul)."

Their first kiss so soft and perfect.

#hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #viziepop #hazbin angel dust #x male reader #hazbin lucifer #storydays

[simpforfandom231]

Pregnancy PT 3

regina george in her true form as a mother.

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12 years later, the twins were now 16 meaning in full puberty! As Y/N arrived home, she could sense the tension in the air even before she stepped through the door. Leighton, their daughter, was already downstairs, her expression troubled as she heard her mother's arrival.

"Hey, sweetie, what's wrong?" Y/N asked, concern evident in her voice as she approached Leighton.

Leighton sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping with the weight of the situation. "Mom, Jake and Mom have been fighting since they got home," she confessed, her voice tinged with worry.

Y/N's heart sank at the news, a sense of dread settling in the pit of her stomach. She made her way to the kitchen, where she found Regina and Jake engaged in a heated argument, their voices raised in frustration.

"What's going on here?" Y/N demanded, her tone firm as she addressed the pair.

Regina's expression was tight with anger as she glared at Jake, her frustration evident in every line of her face. "Jake wants to go to this party, but he can't go because his grades are really bad," she explained, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Jake's frustration boiled over, his anger evident as he lashed out at his mother. "It's not fair! All my friends are going, and I'm stuck at home because of stupid grades," he exclaimed, his voice tinged with bitterness.

Y/N sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair as she tried to calm the situation. "Jake, we've talked about this. Your grades are important, and if they're not up to par, then you can't go to the party," she reasoned, her tone gentle yet firm.

But Jake was undeterred, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. "It's not fair! You're always on her side!" he accused, his words laced with resentment.

Regina's temper flared at Jake's accusation, her voice rising in anger. "Don't you dare talk to your mother like that," she snapped, her eyes flashing with fury.

Jake's anger seemed to have reached a boiling point, and he was now hurling insults at her.

"Jake, what's gotten into you?" Y/N exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief.

But before she could get another word out, Jake grabbed a mug from the countertop and flung it at her head. The room fell silent as the mug crashed against the wall, shards of ceramic scattering across the floor.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock as she felt a surge of anger coursing through her veins. "Jake, what the hell?" she shouted, her voice trembling with fury.

Leighton stood frozen, her eyes wide with shock at her brother's outburst. Regina's expression was unreadable, her features set in a mask of icy calm.

In a voice that sent chills down Jake's spine, Regina spoke, her tone dangerously low. "If you ever lay a finger on your mother again, you'll regret it," she warned, her voice laced with menace.

Jake swallowed hard, the gravity of his actions sinking in as he realized the severity of Regina's threat. He knew better than to test his mother's limits, especially when she was this angry.

Regina stormed out of the kitchen, her footsteps echoing through the house as she made her way to the living room, slamming the door behind her.

Jake turned to Y/N, his expression pleading for forgiveness. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to—" he started, but Y/N cut him off with a sharp glare.

"Don't even try to apologize, Jake. What you did was completely unacceptable," Y/N snapped, her voice laced with anger and disappointment.

Leighton watched the exchange in stunned silence, her heart heavy with the weight of the situation. She had never seen her brother behave like this before, and it frightened her.

As Y/N continued to fume, cursing under her breath, Jake hung his head in shame, knowing he had crossed a line that could never be undone. And as the tension in the room lingered, Leighton couldn't help but wonder if their family would ever be the same again.

As Y/N stormed out of the kitchen, her footsteps echoing through the house, Jake and Leighton were left standing in the wake of her anger. Jake's heart sank as he watched his mother leave, the weight of his actions settling heavily on his shoulders.

Leighton looked at her brother, her expression a mix of fear and confusion. "Why did you do that, Jake?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Jake shook his head, his mind still reeling from the chaos he had caused. "I don't know, Leigh. I just... I got angry, and I lashed out," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret.

Leighton frowned, her brow furrowing with concern. "Mom and Mama were really hurt, Jake. You really messed up this time," she scolded, her tone stern as she voiced her disappointment.

Jake hung his head in shame, knowing his sister was right. He had let his anger get the best of him, and now he had hurt the two people he cared about most in the world.

"I know, Leigh. I know," Jake murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to come to terms with his actions.

Leighton reached out, placing a comforting hand on her brother's shoulder. "You need to apologize, Jake. And you need to mean it," she insisted, her gaze unwavering as she met his eyes.

Jake nodded, a sense of determination settling over him. He knew he had to make things right with his mothers, no matter what it took.

With a deep breath, Jake squared his shoulders, ready to face the consequences of his actions and do whatever it took to earn his mothers' forgiveness.

As Y/N entered their bedroom, the sight of Regina crying tore at her heartstrings. She immediately rushed to her wife's side, enveloping her in a comforting embrace. Regina's sobs echoed through the room, filling the air with a sense of despair.

"Oh, Regina," Y/N murmured softly, stroking her wife's hair in an attempt to soothe her. "It's going to be okay, sweetheart. We'll figure this out together."

Regina shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I don't know anymore, Y/N," she confessed, her voice choked with emotion. "I don't know what to do about Jake."

Y/N felt a surge of anger bubbling inside her at the mention of their son's name. She clenched her fists, struggling to rein in her emotions. "I can't believe he would do something like that," she muttered, her voice tinged with frustration.

Regina let out a shuddering sigh, leaning into Y/N's embrace for comfort. "I know I've been strict on him," she admitted, her voice trembling with guilt. "Maybe too strict."

Y/N shook her head, brushing away Regina's tears with gentle fingers. "You were just trying to do what's best for him, Regina," she reassured her, her tone gentle yet firm. "We both were."

Regina nodded, her shoulders sagging with the weight of her guilt. "I just... I don't want him to hate us, Y/N," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N's heart ached at Regina's words, knowing just how much their son's behavior had affected her. "He won't hate us, Regina," she insisted, her voice filled with conviction. "He's just going through a rough patch. We'll help him get through it, together."

Regina leaned her head against Y/N's shoulder, finding solace in her wife's comforting presence. "Thank you, Y/N," she murmured, her voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Y/N pressed a tender kiss to Regina's forehead, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over her. "We'll get through this, Regina," she promised, her voice filled with determination. "Together, as a family."

As Y/N and Regina sat together, enveloped in their emotional conversation, a soft knock echoed through the room. Leighton stood at the door, her expression filled with concern as she peeked inside.

"Mom, Mama, are you okay?" Leighton asked softly, her voice tinged with worry.

Y/N offered her daughter a reassuring smile, nodding her head slightly. "We're okay, sweetheart," she replied, her voice gentle yet firm. "Just talking things through."

Leighton hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Jake really regrets what he did," she murmured, her eyes downcast.

Y/N felt a surge of anger bubbling inside her at the mention of Jake's name. She clenched her fists, struggling to rein in her emotions once again. "He should," she muttered, her voice tight with frustration.

Before Y/N could say anything else, another knock sounded at the door, this time even softer than before. Jake stood outside, his expression sheepish as he looked at his mothers.

"Can I come in?" Jake asked tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper.

Regina's expression hardened as she heard her son's voice. She nodded tersely, her eyes flashing with anger.

Jake stepped inside the room, his shoulders slumped with remorse. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, his gaze fixed on the floor.

Regina's anger flared at her son's apology. "Sorry isn't good enough, Jake," she snapped, her voice laced with frustration. "You could have seriously hurt your mother with that mug."

Jake winced at Regina's words, realizing the severity of his actions. "I know, Mom," he muttered, his voice filled with guilt. "I didn't mean to... I just..."

Regina cut him off with a sharp gesture. "Save it, Jake," she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "We'll talk about this later. Right now, I need some space."

Jake nodded silently, his eyes filled with remorse as he turned to leave the room.

Y/N watched her son go, her heart heavy with disappointment.

The next morning dawned with an air of tension lingering in the household. Regina sat at the kitchen table, her gaze fixed on her coffee cup as if it held all the answers to her problems. Jake hovered nervously nearby, unsure of how to approach his mother after the events of the previous evening.

Leighton, ever the peacekeeper, busied herself with preparing breakfast, her movements careful and deliberate as she filled a bowl with cereal. She cast a wary glance in Jake's direction, sensing his unease, but said nothing as she set the bowl in front of him.

Y/N sat at the table, sipping her coffee with a furrowed brow as she watched the scene unfold. "Jake has an appointment after school today," she announced, breaking the tense silence.

Regina's lips twisted into a sarcastic snarl. "Oh, joy," she remarked, her voice dripping with bitterness.

Ignoring Regina's comment, Y/N continued, "We need to leave by 3:30, so make sure you're ready."

Jake nodded silently, his stomach churning with nerves as he avoided his mother's icy glare.

Regina pushed herself away from the table with a sigh, her movements sharp and deliberate as she gathered the twins' lunchboxes. Without a word, she handed Leighton her lunchbox and then, with a flick of her wrist, tossed Jake's in his direction, the action laced with contempt.

Jake caught the lunchbox awkwardly, his heart sinking at Regina's cold demeanor. He knew he had messed up, but the silent treatment from his mother felt like a punishment he couldn't bear.

As Regina stormed out of the kitchen, the tension in the room seemed to linger like a heavy cloud.

Jake tentatively approached Y/N as she sat at the table, his expression sheepish and remorseful. "Mom..." he started, his voice uncertain.

But Y/N cut him off with a stern look. "Jake, you know your mom has every right to be angry," she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Throwing that cup at me was completely unacceptable."

Jake hung his head, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I know, I know," he muttered, feeling the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders.

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "And the fact that your mom is giving you the silent treatment is bad enough, but when she actually threw your lunchbox at you..." Her voice trailed off, unable to find the words to express her disappointment.

Jake let out a soft chuckle, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and amusement. "Yeah, I guess I deserved that," he admitted, his tone rueful.

Y/N couldn't help but smile at his response, despite the seriousness of the situation. "You definitely did," she agreed, reaching out to squeeze his hand reassuringly. "But you know what? We'll get through this. Just make sure you apologize to your mom and try to make things right."

Jake nodded, a sense of determination flickering in his eyes. "I will," he promised, his voice tinged with sincerity.

With a small smile, Y/N patted his hand gently before returning her attention to her coffee, knowing that while the road ahead might be rocky, they would face it together as a family.

Y/N stepped into the kitchen, her expression weary from the day's events. Leighton was already home from school, sitting at the kitchen table with her textbooks spread out in front of her. She glanced up as Y/N entered, offering a sympathetic smile.

Regina was at the stove, stirring a pot of simmering soup with a tense expression on her face. The atmosphere in the kitchen was palpably tense, with Regina still giving Jake the silent treatment.

Y/N sighed inwardly, knowing how much her wife hated resorting to such tactics. She approached Regina cautiously, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Hey," she said softly, her voice gentle.

Regina glanced at Y/N, her expression tight with unresolved frustration. "Hey," she replied tersely, returning her attention to the soup.

Y/N's heart sank at the distance in Regina's tone. She knew Regina was hurting, caught between her anger at Jake's behavior and her love for her son.

Leighton, sensing the tension in the air, cleared her throat awkwardly. "Um, how was the appointment?" she asked, attempting to lighten the mood.

Y/N forced a smile, grateful for her daughter's attempt to divert the conversation. "It was okay," she replied, casting a glance at Jake, who stood awkwardly by the door. "Nothing too serious, thankfully."

Jake shifted uncomfortably, the weight of Regina's silent treatment hanging heavy on his shoulders. He knew he had a long way to go to make things right with his mom.

Regina remained silent, her gaze fixed on the soup as if it held all the answers to her frustrations. Y/N exchanged a worried look with Leighton, knowing that resolving the tension between Regina and Jake would require patience and understanding from all of them.

Y/N sighed, feeling the weight of the tension in the air. She motioned for everyone to take a seat at the kitchen table, hoping to diffuse the escalating situation.

"Alright, let's all sit down and talk this out," Y/N said, her voice firm but calm.

Jake reluctantly took a seat, shooting Regina a frustrated glare as he did so. Regina, still simmering with anger, remained silent, her gaze fixed on her son with icy intensity.

"Jake, you need to apologize," Y/N said gently, her eyes pleading with him to understand the gravity of the situation.

Jake bristled at the demand, feeling the sting of Regina's silent treatment like a knife to his pride. "Why should I apologize?" he snapped, his frustration boiling over.

Regina's temper flared at Jake's defiance, her voice dripping with venom as she finally broke her silence. "Because you threw a mug at your mother's head, that's why!" she spat, her eyes flashing dangerously.

Y/N intervened quickly, trying to calm the escalating confrontation. "Everyone, please, let's just take a moment to breathe," she urged, her voice tinged with desperation.

But Jake was beyond reasoning, his anger fueling his defiance. "Mom's ignoring me, so she's the problem!" he exclaimed, his voice rising in fury.

In a moment of blind rage, Jake lunged for a nearby knife, his hands shaking with anger. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she moved to intercept him, fear coursing through her veins.

"Jake, stop!" Y/N cried out, her voice trembling with panic.

Regina's expression turned cold and deadly as she fixed her son with a steely gaze. "Touch that knife, and you'll regret it," she warned, her tone chillingly calm.

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine at the ominous threat, realizing the depth of Regina's anger and frustration. In that moment, she knew that resolving the rift between mother and son would require more than just words—it would require patience, understanding, and a willingness to confront the underlying issues tearing their family apart.

As Jake's icy words hung in the air, Regina's demeanor turned even more chillingly calm, her eyes narrowed into slits as she fixed her son with a deadly stare. "Yes, you are my son," she spat venomously, her voice dripping with malice.

Y/N's heart sank as she watched the confrontation unfold, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Leighton, sweetheart, go upstairs," she said quietly, her voice tinged with urgency.

Leighton, sensing the tension in the room, nodded silently and quickly made her way upstairs, her eyes wide with fear.

Y/N turned her attention back to Regina and Jake, her voice pleading for calm. "Please, both of you, let's try to talk this out," she urged, her hands trembling with apprehension.

But Jake's rage only intensified, his eyes flashing with defiance as he leveled a chilling threat at his mother. "You better watch your back," he warned, his voice laced with malice.

Regina's expression remained impassive, her voice cold and deadly as she snapped back at her son. "You have no idea who you're dealing with," she retorted, her tone sending a shiver down Y/N's spine.

In a shocking display of violence, Jake's hand lashed out, the sound of his slap echoing through the room as it connected with Regina's cheek. Y/N gasped in horror, her hands flying to her mouth in shock.

Regina recoiled from the blow, her hand rising to touch her stinging cheek as she stared at her son in disbelief.

Y/N felt a surge of anger and frustration wash over her, her patience finally worn thin. "That's enough!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking with emotion. "I won't stand for this anymore!"

Regina's eyes flickered with a mixture of pain and rage as she turned to face Y/N, her expression mirroring the turmoil raging within her.

In that moment, Y/N knew that things had gone too far. The fragile bonds that held their family together had been shattered, and the road to reconciliation seemed longer and more treacherous than ever before.

Y/N stood there, her heart heavy with the weight of the situation. She knew that they couldn't continue like this, but finding a solution seemed impossible in that moment.

Regina, still reeling from the slap, turned away from Jake, her hand still pressed against her cheek. Her usual confidence seemed to falter, replaced by a vulnerability that Y/N had rarely seen before.

Jake, on the other hand, seemed to realize the gravity of his actions, his earlier anger dissipating into a sense of regret and shame. He took a step back, his eyes downcast, as if he couldn't bear to look at the pain he had caused.

Y/N's mind raced as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She knew that they needed to address the underlying issues that had led to this moment, but she also knew that it wouldn't be easy.

"Regina," Y/N began softly, reaching out to her wife, "are you okay?"

Regina didn't respond immediately, her gaze still fixed on the floor. But after a moment, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be fine," she said, her tone tinged with sadness.

Y/N felt a pang of guilt as she looked at Regina, knowing that she bore some responsibility for what had happened. She wished she could take back the words she had said earlier, wished she could find a way to make things right again.

Leighton, who heard the slap from upstairs rushed down to the kitchen. As Leighton burst into the kitchen, her eyes widened in horror at the sight of the handprint on her mother's cheek. Tears streamed down her face as she approached, her heart pounding with a mix of shock and rage.

"M-Mom... What happened?" Leighton's voice quivered as she spoke, her gaze darting between her mother and Jake.

Regina's eyes brimmed with tears as she struggled to find the words. "It's... it's nothing, sweetheart," she managed, her voice choked with emotion. "Just... just a little disagreement."

But Leighton knew better. She turned to Jake, her fists clenched at her sides, her whole body trembling with fury. "Did you... did you hit Mom?" she demanded, her voice trembling with rage.

Jake's eyes darted to the floor, unable to meet his sister's gaze. "I... I didn't mean to," he muttered, his voice barely audible over Leighton's mounting fury.

But Leighton couldn't contain her anger any longer. With a primal scream, she launched herself at her brother, her fists raining down on him with unrestrained force. Jake, stunned by her sudden assault, offered no resistance, allowing Leighton to pummel him with unchecked ferocity.

Y/N rushed forward, desperately trying to pull Leighton away from her brother. "Leighton, stop!" she pleaded, her voice tinged with panic. "This isn't the way to handle things!"

But Leighton was beyond reason, her anger consuming her completely. She ignored Y/N's pleas, her fists continuing to rain down on Jake with relentless intensity.

Meanwhile, Regina could only watch in despair, tears streaming down her cheeks as she witnessed the chaos unfolding before her. "Please... stop," she sobbed, her voice breaking with sorrow.

Y/N, realizing that she couldn't overpower Leighton alone, looked to Regina for help. But Regina, overwhelmed by grief and guilt, could only shake her head helplessly, her heart breaking as she watched her children tear each other apart.

In a last-ditch effort to intervene, Y/N pleaded with Leighton once more. "Leighton, please," she implored, her voice choked with emotion. "He's your brother... we need to find another way to resolve this."

But Leighton's rage was unyielding, her fists still flying as she continued to rain blows upon Jake. With a heavy heart, Y/N resigned herself to the fact that she couldn't stop her daughter's rampage.

As the chaos continued to unfold, Regina's cries of anguish echoed through the kitchen, a haunting reminder of the pain and suffering that had befallen their family. And as Leighton's fury finally began to subside, she collapsed to the ground, her breath ragged and her body trembling with exhaustion.

As Leighton stormed off to her room, her threat lingered in the air like an ominous echo, a chilling reminder of the consequences awaiting Jake should he ever cross that line again. Jake, his face stained with blood from the relentless assault, could only watch in stunned silence as his sister disappeared from sight.

Feeling the weight of his actions, Jake's voice trembled as he spoke up, his eyes downcast in shame. "I... I deserved that," he admitted, his words barely above a whisper. With a heavy heart, he made his way to the living room, his body still reeling from the onslaught.

Meanwhile, Y/N hurried to Regina's side, her arms wrapping around her wife in a comforting embrace. "It's going to be okay," she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. "We'll get through this together."

Regina, her eyes brimming with tears, nodded in silent agreement, her heart heavy with guilt and sorrow. "We need to check Jake's injuries," she said, her voice tinged with concern. "We can't just ignore what happened."

With a sigh, Jake reluctantly allowed his mothers to tend to his injuries, his body flinching as they cleaned and dressed his wounds. And as Regina's gentle touch soothed his pain, he felt a wave of remorse wash over him, his tears mingling with the blood on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I never should have raised a hand to you. I... I don't know what came over me."

Regina's heart ached at the sight of her son's tears, her own eyes brimming with tears of sorrow and forgiveness. "I know you're sorry, sweetheart," she said, her voice gentle and reassuring. "But we need to work through this together, as a family."

As Y/N carefully tended to Jake's wounds, her heart ached at the thought of her son suffering in silence. She couldn't fathom why he would lash out in such a violent manner, but she knew there had to be a deeper reason behind his actions.

"Why did you do it, Jake?" Y/N asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

Jake hesitated, his gaze falling to the floor as he struggled to find the words. "I... I was bullied at school," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Regina's heart shattered at her son's confession, her eyes welling up with tears. "Bullied?" she echoed, her voice trembling with emotion.

Y/N's brow furrowed in concern. "What do you mean, sweetheart? What are they saying to you?" she asked gently.

Jake swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion. "They... they make fun of you and Mom," he confessed, his voice choked with sadness. "They say... they say horrible things about our family."

Regina's hands trembled as she clenched her fists in anger, her heart breaking at the thought of her son enduring such cruelty. "How long has this been going on?" she demanded, her voice filled with rage.

Jake shifted uncomfortably, his eyes clouded with shame. "A couple of months," he admitted, his voice barely audible.

Regina's anger boiled over, her fists clenching even tighter as she struggled to contain her rage. "Those... those cowards!" she spat, her voice laced with venom. "How dare they torment my son because of who we are!"

Y/N's heart ached at the pain in Regina's voice, her own eyes brimming with tears of sorrow and anger. "We won't let them get away with this, Jake," she vowed, her voice firm and resolute. "We'll stand up for you, no matter what."

Leighton descended the stairs, her steps hesitant as she approached her brother and parents. She couldn't bear the thought of her family torn apart by conflict, and the guilt weighed heavily on her heart.

"Jake," she began, her voice soft and remorseful. "I'm... I'm sorry for what I did. I shouldn't have lost control like that."

Jake looked up at his sister, his face still stained with tears and blood. Despite his injuries, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "It's okay, Leighton," he said, his voice filled with forgiveness. "I deserved it."

Tears welled up in Leighton's eyes as she reached out to hug her brother tightly. "I love you, Jake," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Jake returned the embrace, holding his sister close. "I love you too, Leighton," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude.

Regina and Y/N watched the siblings with tears in their eyes, their hearts swelling with love and pride. Despite the challenges they faced, they knew that their family would always stand strong – bound together by the unbreakable bonds of love and forgiveness.

The next morning,

Regina stood at the stove, flipping pancakes with practiced ease as the aroma of breakfast filled the kitchen. The events of the previous day still lingered in the air, but there was a newfound sense of peace and reconciliation among the family.

Jake entered the kitchen, his footsteps hesitant as he approached his mother. He paused for a moment, then gathered the courage to wrap his arms around Regina in a tight hug.

"Morning, Mom," Jake said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

Regina turned around, surprised by the sudden embrace. Her eyes softened as she looked at her son, her heart swelling with love and forgiveness. "Good morning, Jake," she replied, returning the hug with equal warmth.

Y/N sat at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee as she observed the tender moment between mother and son. A small smile played on her lips, relieved to see the tension easing between them.

Leighton, meanwhile, sat at the table, munching on her cereal with a contented expression. She watched the scene unfolding with quiet satisfaction, grateful for the peace that had returned to their home.

Jake pulled back from the hug, his eyes meeting Regina's with a mixture of remorse and affection. "I'm really sorry, Mom," he said earnestly. "I know I messed up, but I love you."

Regina's heart melted at her son's words. She reached out to ruffle his hair affectionately. "I love you too, Jake," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. "Just remember, we're a family, and we're always here for each other."

Y/N glanced at Jake, her brow furrowed with concern. "Are you ready for school, buddy?" she asked, her voice gentle yet probing.

Jake nodded, his expression a mix of nerves and determination. "Yeah, I'm ready," he replied, his voice tinged with gratitude.

Regina chimed in, her tone firm and resolute. "I'll come with you to drop off the twins," she announced, her eyes flickering with determination.

Y/N smirked teasingly at Regina. "Just promise me you won't kill the principal," she joked, her tone lighthearted yet tinged with genuine concern.

Leighton laughed, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Yeah, Mom, the poor guy won't stand a chance," she quipped, her smile widening.

Regina rolled her eyes playfully, but there was a flicker of amusement in her gaze. "I'll try to restrain myself," she replied, her tone dry yet tinged with humor.

Jake smiled gratefully at his moms, feeling a surge of love and appreciation for their support. "Thanks, Mom, Y/N," he said sincerely, his voice filled with emotion.

Y/N and Regina sat in the office of the principal, their expressions serious as they addressed the issue of their son being bullied. Y/N spoke gently, her voice filled with concern. "We're really concerned about the bullying Jake has been experiencing," she said, her eyes fixed on the principal.

Regina, true to her Regina George persona, was cold and deadly in her demeanor. She sat with perfect posture, her icy gaze fixed on the principal. "This behavior is unacceptable," she stated bluntly, her tone cutting.

The principal, recognizing Y/N and Regina from their days as students, nodded sympathetically. "I understand your concern, Regina," he said, his voice cautious.

Regina's demeanor grew even colder, her attitude chillingly formal. "It's Mrs. George," she corrected sharply, her tone dripping with disdain.

Y/N shot Regina a subtle look, silently urging her to tone down her hostility. "Regina, let's try to keep things civil," she interjected gently, her voice soothing.

But Regina was unyielding, her cold and deadly manners firmly in place. "I'm simply stating the facts, Y/N," she replied coolly, her tone unwavering.

Y/N sighed inwardly, knowing Regina's stubbornness all too well. She turned back to the principal, addressing the issue of bullying with a more diplomatic approach. "We just want to ensure that Jake feels safe at school," she explained, her tone measured.

The principal nodded, his expression sympathetic. "Of course, we take bullying very seriously here," he assured them, his voice earnest.

Regina's icy facade softened slightly as she listened to the principal's assurances. But her demeanor remained guarded, her walls firmly in place. She nodded curtly, her lips pressed into a thin line.

The principal hesitated for a moment before speaking, his expression grave. "Jake has been acting up lately," he began cautiously, his eyes shifting between Y/N and Regina.

Regina's demeanor shifted instantly, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Acting up?" she echoed, her voice dripping with disdain. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

The principal cleared his throat nervously, acutely aware of Regina's formidable reputation. "Well, he's been involved in a few fights at school," he admitted reluctantly, his tone cautious.

Y/N's brows furrowed with concern as she turned to Regina, silently urging her to remain calm. But Regina's mean girl instincts were already kicking in, her icy demeanor resurfacing.

"Who started the fights?" Regina demanded, her voice cold and deadly as she fixed the principal with a piercing gaze.

The principal hesitated, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "I'm afraid I can't disclose that information," he replied carefully, his tone apologetic.

Regina's lips curled into a sneer, her patience wearing thin. "And why not?" she pressed, her tone laced with thinly veiled menace.

Y/N interjected, her voice calm but firm. "Regina, let's not jump to conclusions," she urged, placing a reassuring hand on her wife's arm.

But Regina was undeterred, her true Regina George attitude surfacing in full force. "If you know who's been picking on my son, you better tell me," she threatened, her voice steely.

The principal shifted uncomfortably under Regina's intense scrutiny, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. "I'm sorry, Mrs. George, but I can't give out names," he replied, his voice trembling slightly.

Regina's eyes narrowed dangerously, her patience wearing thin. "Do you know who I am?" she asked, her tone icy with menace.

The principal swallowed nervously, nodding slowly. "Yes, I'm aware of who you are, Mrs. George," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Regina leaned in closer, her gaze locking onto his with unwavering intensity. "Then you know that I always get what I want," she stated coldly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The principal's eyes widened in fear as he realized the gravity of Regina's threat. "I...I understand," he stammered, his voice trembling.

Regina leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Good," she replied, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "Because I intend to handle this the Regina George way."

Regina's eyes gleamed with a cold determination as she leaned back in her chair, her posture exuding authority. "If you refuse to cooperate," she began icily, her voice cutting through the tense silence like a knife, "then I'll have no choice but to withdraw all funding from this school."

The principal's eyes widened in shock at Regina's bold declaration, realizing the gravity of her threat. "Mrs. George, please, you can't be serious," he pleaded, his voice trembling with apprehension.

But Regina remained unmoved, her expression as icy as ever. "I assure you, Principal Johnson, I am deadly serious," she replied coldly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Y/N watched in silent awe as her wife wielded her power with such ruthless efficiency. Despite the gravity of the situation, she couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in Regina's unwavering determination to protect their son.

Regina continued to press her advantage, her Regina George attitude fully unleashed. "You see, Principal Johnson," she continued, her voice dripping with disdain, "I have a certain... reputation to uphold. And I won't hesitate to use it to ensure the safety and well-being of my son."

Principal Johnson swallowed nervously, realizing that he was no match for Regina's formidable presence. "Mrs. George, please," he pleaded once more, his voice tinged with desperation.

But Regina was unyielding, her gaze piercing through him like daggers. "Consider this your final warning, Principal Johnson," she stated coldly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "Cooperate with us, or face the consequences."

With that, Regina rose from her seat, her regal demeanor leaving an indelible impression on the room. Y/N couldn't help but admire her wife's steely resolve, marveling at the way she effortlessly commanded the situation with her signature Regina George attitude.

As they exited the principal's office, Y/N couldn't resist a smirk of satisfaction. "Well, that was... impressive," she remarked, unable to conceal her admiration.

Regina merely shrugged nonchalantly, a smug grin playing at the corners of her lips. "Just another day in the life of Regina George," she quipped, her confidence unshakeable.

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one week later, Leighton told her moms that Jake was still being bullied and school had done nothing against it wich made Regina furious.

Regina strode into the school with an air of icy determination, her signature pink heels clicking against the linoleum floors with each confident step. Her blond hair cascaded in perfect waves around her shoulders, and her black leather jacket exuded an aura of authority. She wore a stylish white top paired with jeans, completing her effortlessly chic ensemble.

Y/N followed closely behind, marveling at her wife's unwavering resolve. Regina's Regina George attitude was in full force, and there was no mistaking the fire in her eyes as she approached the principal's office with purpose.

With a swift motion, Regina pushed open the door to the principal's office, practically breaking it down in her haste. "We need to talk," she declared, her voice dripping with rage.

Principal Johnson looked up from his desk, startled by Regina's sudden entrance. "Mrs. George, Mrs. George," he stammered nervously, scrambling to compose himself.

But Regina was not in the mood for pleasantries. "I'm done playing games, Principal Johnson," she snapped, her tone sharp and unforgiving. "My son is still being bullied, and I want answers."

Y/N stood by Regina's side, offering her silent support as Regina unleashed her fury on the hapless principal. She couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for her wife's unwavering determination to protect their son, even if it meant facing down the entire school administration.

Regina's eyes bore into Principal Johnson's, her gaze piercing through him like daggers. "I want the names of the bullies," she demanded, her voice cold and commanding.

Principal Johnson hesitated, clearly taken aback by Regina's fierce demeanor. "Mrs. George, I understand your concern, but I'm afraid I can't divulge that information," he replied, his voice quivering with apprehension.

But Regina was not about to take no for an answer. "You will give me those names, Principal Johnson," she stated firmly, her tone brooking no argument. "Or I will ensure that this school loses every ounce of funding it has."

Principal Johnson swallowed nervously, feeling the weight of Regina's icy stare bearing down on him. He knew all too well the power and influence Regina George wielded, both within the school and the community at large. The prospect of losing the school's funding was enough to send shivers down his spine.

"Mrs. George, I assure you, we take bullying very seriously here at North Shore High," Principal Johnson began, his voice trembling slightly. "But I'm bound by confidentiality protocols..."

Regina cut him off with a sharp gesture. "I don't care about your protocols, Principal Johnson," she interjected, her tone cutting through the air like a knife. "My son's safety is at stake, and I will not stand idly by while he continues to suffer at the hands of these bullies."

Y/N watched Regina with a mixture of admiration and concern. She knew her wife was capable of incredible feats when she set her mind to something, but she also worried about the toll it was taking on her. Regina's fierce determination to protect their son was admirable, but it also left her vulnerable to the stress and pressure of the situation.

"Regina, maybe we should consider..." Y/N began, her voice soft and soothing.

But Regina was not to be swayed. "No, Y/N," she replied firmly, her gaze unwavering. "I will not back down until those responsible for tormenting our son are held accountable."

Principal Johnson hesitated, weighing his options carefully. He knew Regina George was not a force to be trifled with, and the thought of facing her wrath was enough to make even the most seasoned administrator tremble.

Finally, with a resigned sigh, Principal Johnson relented. "Very well, Mrs. George," he conceded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I will provide you with the names of the students involved in the incidents."

Regina's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk. "Good," she said, her tone dripping with triumph. "Now, let's put an end to this once and for all."

With that, Regina turned on her heel and marched out of the principal's office, her head held high and her resolve stronger than ever. Y/N followed close behind, feeling a surge of pride in her wife's unwavering determination to protect their family.

Regina's eyes narrowed as she scanned the crowded hallway, her gaze settling on a group of students huddled together near the lockers. Among them, she spotted one boy, his smirk betraying his arrogance as he glanced in her direction.

With purposeful strides, Regina made her way towards the group, her signature confidence radiating from every step. As she approached, the other students parted like the Red Sea, leaving a clear path for the former queen bee to make her entrance.

"Alright, which one of you little maggots has been tormenting my son?" Regina's voice cut through the air like a whip, her tone laced with a deadly edge.

The students exchanged nervous glances, but none dared to speak up. Regina's reputation preceded her, and they knew better than to incur her wrath.

Finally, the boy Regina had singled out stepped forward, a smug grin playing on his lips. "What's the matter, Mrs. George?" he taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Can't handle your precious little boy fighting his own battles?"

Regina's jaw clenched, her eyes flashing with anger. She had dealt with her fair share of bullies in her day, but this boy's insolence struck a nerve.

"Listen here, you little punk," Regina seethed, her voice low and dangerous. "I may not be the queen bee anymore, but make no mistake, I still have claws. And if you even think about laying a finger on my son again, I will make your life a living hell."

The boy's smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. He may have thought he could intimidate Regina, but he quickly realized he had underestimated her.

As Regina turned to leave, her presence lingered in the air like a storm cloud, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that she was not to be trifled with. And as the students watched her walk away, they couldn't help but feel a newfound respect for the woman they had once dismissed as just another high school mean girl.

The next two days passed in a haze of tension and unease for the George family. Leighton's revelation about Jake's continued bullying weighed heavily on both Y/n and Regina, but it was Regina who reached her breaking point first.

With a steely resolve, Regina stormed into the living room where Jake was engrossed in his homework, her expression a mask of fury. Without a word, she grabbed his arm and practically dragged him out of the house and towards the school.

Y/n followed closely behind, her heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and anger at the thought of her son being bullied yet again.

As they entered the school building, Regina's demeanor shifted into full Regina George mode - icy, cold, and deadly. She marched straight to the principal's office, her heels clicking loudly on the linoleum floor with each determined step.

When they reached the office, Regina barged in without even bothering to knock, her presence filling the room like a force of nature. The principal, taken aback by her ferocity, stuttered out a greeting, but Regina wasted no time in cutting him off.

"This is the third time my son has been bullied under your watch," Regina's voice was low and dangerous, her eyes flashing with a lethal intensity. "And I'm done playing nice."

Y/n stood beside her, her jaw clenched in frustration. She had never seen Regina this furious before, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

Regina turned to the principal, her tone dripping with venom. "If you don't put an end to this once and for all, you'll regret it," she spat, her words laced with a cold, deadly promise.

The principal paled under Regina's icy glare, realizing that he was dealing with a force to be reckoned with. He stammered out an apology, promising to take immediate action to address the bullying.

But Regina wasn't satisfied with just words. She demanded concrete steps to ensure Jake's safety, her determination unwavering in the face of the principal's feeble attempts to placate her.

In the cramped confines of the principal's office, tension hung thick in the air like an impending storm. Regina's presence alone was enough to send shivers down the spine of even the most confident individual, and the principal was no exception.

Regina stood tall and imposing, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination that brooked no argument. She loomed over the principal, her posture radiating an aura of power that made him feel small and insignificant.

"You have failed in your duty to protect my son," Regina's voice was like ice, each word dripping with disdain. "And for that, you will pay the consequences."

The principal squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, trying desperately to find the right words to placate the enraged mother standing before him. But Regina was having none of it.

"Don't bother trying to defend yourself," she spat, her tone laced with venom. "Your incompetence speaks for itself."

Y/n watched in silent fury as Regina tore into the principal, her own anger simmering just beneath the surface. She could feel the tension in the room mounting with each passing second, and she knew that Regina was just getting started.

Regina leaned in close, her face inches from the principal's, her eyes burning with a fiery intensity that made him flinch involuntarily.

"You will ensure the safety of my son," Regina's voice was low and dangerous, her words sending a chill down the principal's spine. "Or else."

The principal swallowed hard, his throat dry with fear as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of Regina's relentless onslaught. But Regina was relentless, her resolve unyielding as she continued to press the man for answers.

Regina's eyes bore into the principal with a cold intensity, her expression twisted into a menacing sneer that sent a shiver down his spine. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper that seemed to freeze the air around them.

"You have one chance to make this right," Regina's words were like shards of ice, each one cutting deeper than the last. "And if you fail, I will make sure that your career is over before it's even begun."

The principal paled visibly, his hands trembling as he struggled to find the right words to respond. But Regina wasn't interested in his excuses or apologies. She wanted action, and she wanted it now.

"Consider this your final warning," Regina's tone was like steel, unyielding and unforgiving. "If I hear so much as a whisper of my son being bullied again, I will personally ensure that you regret it for the rest of your miserable life."

The principal swallowed hard, his mouth dry with fear as he nodded frantically, his eyes wide with terror. He knew that Regina meant every word she said, and he knew that crossing her would be a grave mistake.

Regina straightened up, her posture regal and imposing as she turned to leave the office, her aura still crackling with pent-up fury. Y/n followed close behind, her own anger simmering just beneath the surface as they made their way out of the building.

As they stepped out into the bright sunlight, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her. Regina may have scared the principal half to death, but it was a small price to pay for the safety of their son.

And as they walked away from the school, Y/n couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of determination. If anyone dared to mess with their family again, they would have to answer to Regina George. And that was a fate that no one wanted to face.

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[mrs-weasley-reid]

Slap Back to Vegas

platonic Spencer Reid x geniusbau!reader | part 2

part 1 | part 3 | part 4

Summary: Spencer was broken, the most broken he has ever been. As much as bau!reader wants to coddle him with sweet words like the rest of the team does, she can't because she made a promise six years ago.

Warning: mentions of death, self-harm, violence. cursing. short-tempered reader. (tell me if I missed anything)

A/N: this might be a bit heavy, so please be mindful as you read.

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"Reid, answer the damn phone and stop moping." You hung up the phone with a thud, your nostrils flaring.

It has been two weeks. Two weeks since Spencer began grieving over Maeve's death, shutting people out. You were no exception.

And you weren't one to be insensitive or inconsiderate or impassive or uncaring or any other words to paint you out as the inhumane agent, but Spencer needed a wake up call.

No. He needed more than just a wake up call. He needed one hell of a delicious eye opening slap on his face. He needed to stop blaming himself, killing himself with guilt.

It has been six years since you promised to be his one friend who would never hesitate to be real with him. You were true to your word.

You may not fully relate to his grief, but you knew his stupid attempt to wallow in guilt would not do him any good.

"He can take all the time he needs," Hotch announced as his focus remained at the folder on his lap.

You rolled your eyes, "No, he can't."

Hotch gave you a stern look. The look of a disrespected father being questioned for his parenting skills. "Why don't you focus your energy on the case?" He made sure his authority was clear.

"95% of those who loses their partners are at risk of suicide." You stated nonchalantly, flipping through your own copy of file. "I'm just saying. Give him space all you want. Exactly what he needs to hang himself." You shrugged, as if your words weren't horrible. They were. You knew they were.

Rossi was the one to speak your name in a warning tone.

Sometimes you wished you wouldn't be the one to shake some sense into Spencer. You grew frustrated. Genius and empty minded. Just like Spencer, emotion was a difficult area for you to dabble in.

So here you were, the villain in the BAU team's story.

A lot of them grew increasingly annoyed at you. They thought, at first, it was denial. Denial that Spencer was grieving. That your friend was hurt. Then, they were left to think it was jealousy.

You and Spencer have been awfully close for the past six years, but Maeve's existence seemed to surprise you. So, they thought, maybe you were jealous of her. Because Spencer loved her dearly. Because Spencer loved someone else.

And boy were they wrong.

You love Spencer? Correct. You're in love with Spencer? Maybe you should be the one hanging yourself. You cared for him deeply, finding friendship in the midst of tragedies. However, you don't find it in yourself to love him romantically.

As harsh as your words were, you knew sweet nothings wouldn't get through Spencer. It would just make him push people away further, just like what he was doing right now.

You sighed in defeat, obliging to Hotch's advice. You directed your energy to the case, helping them the best you could, probably even better than Spencer. You were a genius, too, after all.

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Voice mail greeted you once again, you closed your eyes in agony. You were losing patience, much less hope.

"Spencer—" It was rare. You never called him by his first name. "How am I supposed to slap you some good ole reality if you're over there acting like you're dead? A simple, 'I'm alive, leave me alone,' would be fine. Spencer, I don't entirely know how you feel, but trust me, I know it's hard. Can you at least respond to the others? Blow on the speaker or something just so they know you're alive. I'm really mad at you. I look like the bad guy here. Just know that once you feel better, I will physically slap you back to Vegas."

A weak smile urged the corner of Spencer's lips as he listened to your irritated voice. That was the first time his lips even moved. He forgot how much he loved to talk.

You sighed, placing the phone's microphone closer to your lips. "You're being stupid, Spencer. You're being unfair to everyone who has been with you for years. They want to help you. Let them help you. Plus, I hate that everyone thinks I'm in love with you. Please tell me that makes you want to puke too." You paused. He could only imagine the grimace on your face, and that made him chuckle. "You must respond to them and tell them how much you love me as your annoying sister. Ugh! Fine. Mope around all you want—"

Spencer quickly played the next voicemail you left him, knowing how persistent you were as a person. He knew you weren't about to cut your speech off.

"This is fucking stupid. Who the hell made the decision to make voicemails three minutes long? Why am I even leaving you a voicemail? I don't even leave my mother a voicemail. Do me a favor, make it easier for me and answer the freaking phone, you son of a bitch!" Spencer couldn't take it anymore. He fell on fits of laughter in the tightness of his apartment. His stomach cramped, his hands cradling it to ease the shortness of his breath.

Spencer collapsed on the floor. Tears glided down his temple. What made the tears bearable was the fact that they weren't of grief. They were of momentary happiness. Would you be glad to know that your demise cheered him up a bit? Probably not.

A groan escaped you. He knew you've grown impatient of him. You didn't have much patience to begin with. "I meant your Dad, by the way. Diana would agree with me." He nodded as if you were in front of him. "Spencer. I wasn't oblivious. I am a genius, too, you know. Why does everyone always forget that I have 184 IQ? I knew there was someone. You always memorized phone booth locations first before working on the geographic profile. You're always smiling after a call from God knows whatever phone booth you wandered to. I knew it was someone who made you happy. If everyone knew about your girlfriend, I knew about the silly little book you're probably holding right now."

You took a well needed pause, your tongue went dry and empty of words, but your mind was running a thousand miles per hour. Spencer heard you shoo someone away and snorted at the shortness of your temper. And at that point, he found anything you did hilarious.

Clearing your throat, you continued. "I would be lying if I said that I wasn't happy for you. And a clown if I said I don't feel an ounce of sympathy for your situation. But guess what? I made a promise. So listen carefully. You, Dr. Spencer Walter Reid, are being excruciatingly stupid. There are people who wants to support you. You deny it? You're not so special, Spencer. You're just a genius. We're geniuses who struggle in life and as far as statistics could go, we shouldn't dumb ourselves down when emotions strike. We're too unapproachable to deny friends. So if there are people who wants to hold your hand, take it. And I'm sure Maeve—"

His fingers shakily played the last voicemail you left him. The mention of her name still ached his chest. If it was JJ who left him the voicemail, he would've turned the player off and cry for about an hour.

Somehow, you saying her name felt serene. As if Maeve was your best friend and you were relaying him a message from her in the meanest way.

You could've texted him a long essay. But no. You knew he needed to hear every word that left your mouth.

"Maeve wanted to meet with you because she didn't want you to feel alone. Don't you think moping by yourself defeats that purpose? I don't know her personally. But in the small time I saw the two of you together? At gun point and tied up, for sure, but I knew she loved you just as much as you love her. She wouldn't want you to be alone right now. No one is asking you to be okay. It's okay to be depressed. It's okay to grieve. But at least have the decency to let people help you. No one is forcing you to go back to work. Well... I am."

Spencer rolled his eyes and shook his head. Of course you were. You hated when he got the luxury of getting more day offs than you did. You hated that there was always something that made him vulnerable. All jokes, but a little bit of it was true.

He would never forget the day you got shot—luckily just grazed by the bullet—and Hotch called you in the middle of getting stitches, whether you remembered the unsub's face and was up to talk to a sketch artist. You glared blood and daggers at Spencer that day as he sat across you, an ice pack on his head to tender his concussion.

"I can handle the case without you, but—" You let three seconds pass. Spencer thought you ended the message there, but you spoke again. "I don't feel comfortable when a friend of mine with 187 IQ is being stupid. It distracts me. I worry. Hear that? I'm worried. That's very concerning. So please, respond to the others. Open the door for Penelope and JJ. Answer Derek's calls. Maybe cry in Hotch's office. Join his widower club. Is it too early to joke about that? I don't know. But I would never know if you keep being a jerk and don't answer me."

Spencer stood up. He has decided. He was going to let you slap him back to Vegas.

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You had no idea whether Spencer was still breathing. And if he ever answered Derek's calls, you weren't aware. The whole team made sure not to mention him when he called Derek, or had a short conversation with Penelope.

It was unfair to you, really. They had no idea how much influence you had on Spencer that he began to work his way around the profile. Even better, ask Penelope to fly him to where everyone was.

Nevertheless, you racked your brain for any reasons why the unsub chose to use blood as his paint. You left the group when the lab report arrived, locking yourself inside the ladies room. You had had enough of them criticizing you and undermining your thoughts because they were still upset over your attitude towards Spencer.

Meanwhile, as you bit your nails in the privacy of the precinct's restroom, one specific curly-haired genius arrived.

"What other reasons would he have for separating the plasma from the blood?" Hotch examined. He was particularly waiting for your answer, but you were too busy rebelling against them in the restroom.

"It's a habit." Spencer interjected, earning everyone's attention.

"Reid," Derek said in suprise.

"Spence," JJ exclaimed simultaneously, relieved at the sight of him. She immediately engulfed him into a tight hug.

"I didn't expect you back this soon. You sure you're ready?" Hotch's usual austere brows softened ever so slightly.

"No, but I think I figured something out." Spencer flashed a tight-lipped smile, allowing everyone to know that he was coping just fine. "And I need someone to slap me back to Vegas." A soft chuckle vibrated out of him.

Everyone's eyebrows knitted. Was he making a joke? If he was, they had no idea what it was about. They couldn't find the humor in it.

"He's a hemophiliac." You announced as you walked back in the bullpen, unaware of Spencer's presence. "Some hemophiliacs inject plasma into their wounds—"

You were cut off by a huge impact on your body. Your arms were stretched out, processing what was happening.

Spencer was hugging you. That was rare. Almost as rare as you calling him by his first name. Not that the two of you had never hugged before, but it was only when one of you almost died, and needed the assurance that both of you were, in fact, alive.

"Thank you," He whispered next to your ear, his embrace tightening for a few seconds before letting you go. You have yet saved him from distress for the nth time, and he didn't know what he would ever do if you decided to stop.

Spencer placed his elbow atop your head, facing everyone. "And she's not in love with me. We would rather shoot each other." He said with a grin, taking everyone by surprise.

You scoffed, swatting his arm off your head. "Do you feel better?"

It was a mistake. He should've not nodded. He should've kept his sullen face, and maybe you wouldn't have glared at him whilst cracking your fingers.

You rubbed your palms together, nodding. "Good, because I wasn't lying when I said I was going to slap you—"

"—back to Vegas." Spencer finished your sentence, the recent sorrow in his eyes replaced by fear for his life.

Rossi turned to the others, "I think we owe our second genius a generous apology."

And they all agreed in silence, watching as you demanded Spencer to stay still whilst he ran around the precinct.

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[lottiembae]

SUPERHEROES (1)

lottie matthews x fem!reader

Summary: lottie got late to her first anniversary with her girlfriend.

Warnings: fluff, spidey!lottie, college!reader, college!lottie.

Note: English is not my first language.

Lottie fly for the buildings, sorting them. She is going all fast she can, or her webs allow her. She checks the hour and searches for Y/N's name, pressing the button call and starting to hear the tones.

"Hello, baby! I'm not forgetting about it, I promise," Lottie said in a rush the moment her girlfriend picked up the phone, she almost saw the park where they would have the assigned date. "Misty wanted more photos to choose from and I needed to do it. I'm almost there." She didn't lie, Misty Quigley is the director of the college newspaper and wanted everything perfect, she took the photos yes, but she took it three hours ago. Then, someone else decided to do the bad in the city and Lottie needed to intervene.

Y/N let out a low chuckle. "Don't worry, Lot. I know you can't forget about our anniversary. Maybe momentarily, but you would remember it at some point." She said teasing.

Lottie led down on a rooftop where a backpack she left there, some of many of them, and opened it, putting out street clothes. "I will never forget about our anniversary, baby girl." She said seriously, removing her mask and breathing content when the fresh air hit her face. Her hair, now short, is a mess and the soft breeze is not helping.

"Mhmm. See you now then." Y/N said, hanging up.

"It's one time..." Lottie muttered, holding a smile and shaking her head softly. She cursed when saw the hour and pressed the spider on her chest, the suit falling from her body to the ground. Her slender fingers grab it and save it inside of the black backpack. Her outfit now consists of a pink skirt, a black sweatshirt and a black all stars, brushing her hair with her fingers and securing her camera on her neck.

Lottie ran to the edge and threw a web to slide down in the empty and dark street next to the building, the sunset hitting the many windows and blinding her brown eyes. When she landed, saw a florist crossing the road and decided to buy a bouquet of Y/N's favourites flowers.

She got outside after thanking the old man and walked faster to the park, looking at both sides of the road and waited for the traffic light to turn green. Lottie bit her lip, and when it turned on green she was the first to cross, apologising when she almost crashed with a bad-tempered lady.

"I'm here!" Lottie was out of breath when she spotted Y/N sitting in a blanket with everything set, the golden rays of sun shining on her face. Lottie falls in love with her again.

Y/N gave her a lipped smile, clearly holding a laugh. She stood up and walked towards her, her eyes falling to her hands, seeing the bouquet. "You know that we are celebrating today because you insist and the official one is this Saturday, right?" She crossed her arms around her chest, her white sweater giving her an adorable look since it is big on her, maybe the sweater is hers. It's been a long time since Lottie saw it.

"I know. I want at least to celebrate it on our day, a small thing. This is for you." Lottie said, holding out the bouquet towards her.

"Thank you, I love them." Y/N said, smelling the flowers while hugging them on her chest. She heard a click, making her look up and seeing her girlfriend take a photo of her. "Really?"

The brunette shrugged, putting down the camera but still holding it between her hands. "I can't resist." She confesses in a sheepish way.

Y/N pushes her with a hand towards herself and gives her a chaste kiss on her lips. "Happy anniversary, weirdo." She whispered on her lips, tiptoeing a little.

"Happy anniversary, miss weirdo's future wife." Lottie said in a tease tone, but happily witnessed the reaction from the woman in front of her. She let the camera hang on from her neck and put her hands on her hips, her head leaning down and closing the distance again, kissing her properly.

"Your hair is a mess... I don't understand how you manage to always look like that. And you look great!" Y/N whined the last part, making Lottie laugh. "If it was me, I would look terrible."

Lottie shakes her head and brushes their noses. "You would look beautiful."

Y/N pecked her lips a few more times and grabbed her hand, walking to the blanket. She put the bouquet carefully between the basket and her backpack. "I made your favourite. I almost can't do it because Jackie decided to do cupcakes and we almost stayed without the kitchen. Or the apartment." She explained, grabbing the tupperware with the delicious food and grabbing a fork, passing it to Lottie.

Charlotte snorted. "I can imagine Shauna's face." She muttered, giving the first bite and a soft moan slipped from her mouth, closing her eyes. "This is delicious." She said, chewing.

"I know. I mean, I'm good at cooking." She said with false modesty, blinking her eyelashes repeatedly on purpose. "That and because Shauna is my tester." She said lowly, grabbing her own tupperware.

"I can be your tester too." Lottie commented, controlling to eat fast because she really feels hungry.

"You are busy, Lot! Class, newspaper, photography class... I'm surprised you have time for me." Y/N said mindlessly, giving the first bite to her food.

Lottie stayed thinking about it. She knew about her busy agenda, it cleared out a little when she dropped soccer, but then again it got busy when people required her help.

She sighed, the few free moments she spent with her girlfriend were when she had some free nights, she went (landed) to her apartment and slept together. The other place was the university, the campus or the cafeteria near her apartment.

"You okay?" Y/N notices the lack of interest in the new anecdotal about Jackie trying to impress her new date.

Lottie put down the tupperware, she stopped eating the moment Y/N mentioned the little time they spent together. "Are you mad at me...? I mean, I can drop the photography class or the debate club." She suggested, playing with her food.

"Are you crazy? Lottie, I'm not mad. I love how you rant about all these things. Yeah, I would like to spend more time with you, but I can wait. I'm busy too." Y/N said with a smile, reassuring her. "And eat that, you are hungry."

"How do you know?" Lottie doesn't try to deny it, starting to eat again.

Y/N leaned briefly towards and whispered. "It's a secret." Lottie grinned by her dorkiness.

An hour passed and they started to save the things, the last rays of sun illuminated them. Lottie helps Y/N with the basket, while her girlfriend had the bouquet she gifted and her backpack, their hands intertwined.

"Are you staying tonight?" Y/N asks, a hint of hope on her voice while looking up at her.

"Of course! Tonight you have your cuddles' dose." Lottie said and kissed her head lovingly, they stopped to cross the same road she crossed before.

"Me? What about you, mhm? You are the only one who is whining about it every time I'm not paying you attention." Y/N sang, laughing when Lottie tickled her sides briefly with puppy eyes, her brown eyes showing.

They crossed when the traffic light was green, the sky turned a shadow of dark blue. The buildings protected them now with the crowded people in the streets. And then, a vibrant sensation alerted Lottie and stopped paying attention to Y/N momentarily, focusing on it. She stopped on her tracks, her head turning to the right where a building is in the middle, but the sensation told her that is that way.

Y/N frowned, her hand still intertwining on hers. She stepped to look at Lottie better and saw a worried expression attached there, her eyes fixed on the fancy hotel in front of them.

"Lottie? Everything okay?" Y/N asks, unsure why she stopped abruptly and kept looking straight to a building.

Charlotte cleared her throat and slowly, nod. Her brown eyes are fixed on her now, Y/N could see an intern battle on them. But before she could ask again, Lottie let out a curse under her breath and started to walk fast, coming back for the street they just walked. She has a firm grip on her hand, every few seconds Lottie turns to look at her and keeps ignoring Y/N's calls.

"Why are we stopping here?" Y/N asks, out of breath and looking at the dark street with apprehensive eyes.

Lottie thinks hard about how she needs to tell her that, well, she is a superhero. But the danger is close and there is no time, not now. So, letting her hand and placing an arm around her waist in a strong grip, she looks at Y/N. "Hold tight." She saw the confusion pool in her eyes. But she threw a web up and quickly they were going up, Y/N starting to scream for the impression, doing what Lottie told her and hugging her like her life depends on it.

"WHAT THE HELL, CHARLOTTE!" Y/N yells once they are safe on the rooftop, the only one where Lottie was before.

The brunette swallowed hard, but went to her backpack glued to a rock wall, throwing a web to bring it to her hands. "I can explain! But please, I can't do it now."

Y/N opened her mouth the moment her girlfriend started to take off her clothes and put on a suit, red with blue on her back and pants?, soft gold lines forming a web and in the middle was a spider. When Lottie turned around, she saw Y/N looking at her speechless, her mouth matching her eyes, a startled expression on her face and if the moment was other, she probably would laugh, the bouquet on her hands and holding them tightly didn't help.

"Are you fucking Spiderman!?" Y/N yells again, her mouth still open.

Lottie shushed her gently, glueing the backpack again to the same spot and walked to hers, the mask in a hand. "Be quiet please. And yes, I'm Spider woman." She corrected her with a nervous smile. She used to this at this point, people thought she was a man, and it gave some benefit, it means they are very away to know the truth. "I need you to stay here. I will come for you, I promise!" She said quickly when saw the brief frown starting to approach. "I will explain everything later, but I need to go." She said in a soft tone.

After a few seconds, Y/N closed her mouth and nodded slowly. She saw how Lottie put on the mask, two big sharp white eyes looking at her now. Lottie turned around once again, but a hand on her wrist made her stop.

"Be careful, okay?" Y/N said, hiding how scared she is now knowing Lottie could face something bad out there.

"I will." Her voice sounded muffled, but she slid it up half way, showing her plump lips and part of her nose. She lowered down and kissed her. "I love you." She whispered, seeing Y/N with her eyes closed and she put down the mask, with that sight she left the rooftop, her heartbeat beating fastly on her chest.

•••

Lottie landed there, her breath stuck on her throat and new cuts on her face and torso. She heard how Y/N gasped and ran towards her, she took off the half broken mask.

"I told you to be careful!" Y/N exclaimed, inspecting her face. Lottie let out a quiet laugh, holding her right side with her free hand.

"I win. So, the other guy is worse." Y/N rolls her eyes when she hears the comment.

"It's: you should see the other guy. And it isn't an excuse, Lot. Do you want me to wipe your cuts?" Y/N asks softer, caressing her cheek carefully, avoiding the fresh cut there.

Lottie nods, leaning her forehead on hers and closing her eyes. "Let's go." She murmurs, putting on the mask again.

Y/N went to where she was sitting and grabbed the bouquet and the basket, her backpack on her back now. She gave the bouquet of flowers to Lottie and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a smug smirk.

"Spider woman with a bouquet, how romantic." Y/N teases her, knowing very well that Lottie rolled her eyes even if she couldn't see her face.

Lottie wraps an arm on her waist and throws a web, balancing softly. She decided to go slow, after all Y/N is not used to it. The breeze makes Y/N's hair brush it, some strands of hair on her face. Lottie wishes had her camera now, but unfortunately it is safe on her backpack on her back.

"There's how you came?" Y/N asks once they land on the fire staircase, next to her window. She saw how Lottie shrugs, opening the window for her to enter in first.

"Maybe." Lottie said, passing her the basket and the bouquet. Then, she entered and closed the window. She takes off her ripped mask, sitting on Y/N's small bed.

"Do you need help to take that off?" Y/N asks gently, seeing the tiredness on her face. However Lottie shakes her head with a small smile and presses the little spider on her chest, the suit deflates and falls to the floor, letting Lottie on her underwear and bra. Y/N raised an eyebrow, going to the drawer and grabbed some clothes that the brunette let there those past months. "I'm going to put it on water, take the basket to the kitchen and grab the first-aid kit."

Lottie hummed, going out from her bedroom and going to the bathroom in front of her, for her luck it is unoccupied. She closed the door and turned on the tap, letting the clothes on a small shelf.

"Y/N?" Someone behind the door called, knocking at the door.

"No, I'm Lottie! She is in the kitchen." Lottie said loud at Shauna. She heard Shauna muttering okay and walking away.

Shauna walked to the small kitchen, seeing blooming colour flowers in a vase on the countertop while she put off the contents from the basket.

"Usually every time you two come in, the whole apartment is filled with your annoying voices... Problems in paradise?" Shauna saw how Y/N jumps, scared. Shauna leaned on the door frame crossing her arms around her chest, a teasing smile on her lips.

Y/N rolled her eyes when spotted her friend, closing the fridge. "Stop playing that facade, Shipman. You love us." She points a finger at her and grabs the vase, walking by her side and going out.

Shauna followed her, still with her arms crossed. "Nice try."

Y/N gave her a sarcastic smile, eyeing her clothes. "You finished a long shift in the labs and didn't change your clothes... Are you waiting for me to feed you, Shaunie?" She teases her now, copying her and crossing her arms.

"For your information, I went to the bathroom and there was another person... So, I came to tell you that this is not a hotel for all your dates." She fakes being annoyed by this. She saw how Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, and then ran to the bathroom, knocking at the closed door. "If you want to have sex, I suggest you do it in your room, please." Shauna said from her place, watching Y/N curiously because she knew something else happened.

Lottie opened the door, a towel covering part of her head and body, drop of water falling from her face. "Shauna is outside and you have a big cut on your cheek..." Y/N whispered, trying to not earn attention to her friend. "Let me clean it." She showed her middle finger to Shauna when this one made a noise of gagging and entered inside, closing the door.

Y/N search for the first aid kit, Lottie put the clean clothes and dry her hair with the towel, sitting on the wc. She put herself between her legs and with a hand, turned her head to the left to have a better access to the wound. Lottie knows that Y/N is worried and with a lot of questions and if she is not saying anything about it, it's because Shauna is outside. She hissed a little when the cotton brushed her cheek, closing her eyes for the pain. She is so used to cleaning them herself it's weird that someone else, her girlfriend in this case, helps her with the wounds.

"Are you mad?" Lottie asks in a small voice. She asked it twice that day.

"I'm not mad. But I'm not happy about it either..." Y/N reply, concentration on her face. "You have your reasons to not tell me and I don't know how many time you hide it from me, I just wished you could tell me it sooner, maybe I could help you patch you." She ranted out in a low voice, putting on a small plaster there and went to clean another one near her chin.

"I don't want to put you in danger. I'm not forgiving myself if something happens to you." Lottie started, rubbing a hand on Y/N's right leg. "These people are mean, you know? They want people dead or make them suffer... I wanted to tell you about it a hundred times, but I wanted to be selfish and... I don't know, maybe I won't tell you about it before because it's better for you." She finishes, unsure if she explains herself correctly or at least, hoping Y/N understood her.

Y/N let out a sigh, putting another plaster on her chin. "And you have the right to do that. Believe me when I tell you I was happy living in ignorance," she said, crossing her arms and looking directly at her. "Since you told me, I can't stop picturing you fighting with them and what would happen... I want to help you, Charlotte. I don't want them to hurt you. Or at least, they don't kill you and find out for other sources."

Lottie bit her lip, her brown eyes turning sad. She hugged her legs and leaned her head on her stomach, looking up. "You are the best thing in my life, Y/N. I fight every day for you to maintain the way you look at me forever. I know it's cheesy, but it's true. I grew up practically alone, I found a soccer team that now is my chosen family, and I met you. Do you remember the day we went to visit Shauna to the labs?" She says, Y/N nods a little emotional for Lottie's words. "I got lost and I found this amazing room with a lot of spiders..." She didn't finish, knowing that Y/N caught the moment she mentioned Turner's lab. "You know how awkward I am, so I just looked a little around and got out immediately. But someone else came too..."

"Of course my girlfriend needed to be Spiderman." Y/N hissed, not mad or angry. She said it with a smug smile. "Sorry, spider woman. Also, if Taissa finds out, she is the only one mad here."

"And Shauna too." Lottie interjects, hiding her face now and kissing her stomach happily. She is glad Y/N understands her, or at least respects her.

A knock on the door breaks the moment.

"Guys, I need to shower. So please, get fucking out and fuck on your room." Y/N and Lottie looked at each other with amusedness.

Y/N extended a hand to Lottie, who held it with a smile and stood up. They walked to the door and opened it, an annoyed Shauna waiting from the other side. "We didn't fuck. I'm waiting for you to go to sleep and interrupt it." Y/N commented, going to her bedroom and closing the door, letting a lot of curse throw to her way.

"She would hate me more, stop it." Lottie murmurs, throwing herself to the bed and closing her eyes.

"She didn't hate you. She likes pretending it. By the way, if some day she finds out, I need to be present, I want to see her face." Y/N said, grabbing the suit and expecting it, saving it safely on Lottie's backpack.

Lottie snorted and called for her, opening her arms still with her eyes closed. Something about sleeping in a small bed with Y/N, no matter if it is uncomfortable, the idea of snuggling with her is enough. Normally Y/N scolds her because her apartment, her parents paid the rent, is bigger and her bed is king size. But Lottie likes the cozy little apartment filled with people where her girlfriend lives.

Y/N changed her clothes and put her pyjamas, snuggling on Lottie's side. "I have a lot of questions. It didn't end here." She whispered, hearing Lottie hummed sleepily. "Love you, Spidey."

Lottie heard that and let out a lazy smile. "Love you more, happy anniversary baby."

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets imagine #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews

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Short Tempered

Pairings: Stoner!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: A phone call leads Wanda to saying something she instantly regrets.

Warnings: 18+ Cursing, drug use/ drug mention/ angst, fluff, hurt comfort, brief smut

A/n: This has been in my drafts for so long I had to get rid of it, so enjoy the lil stoner baby and her inability to deal with emotions correctly.🙂😂

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You let yourself into Wanda's apartment, you love the fact that Wanda was so eager to gift you with your own key. You walk past the threshold expecting to find your girlfriend on the couch watching tv, smoking or running that creative brain of hers rapid. When you close the door, it was anything but the usual routine playing out in front of you as you watch your girlfriend pace back and forth on the phone with her voice raised and irritation clearly plastered on her face. Natasha catches your confused state as she nears you from the kitchen.

"Hey, Y/n." she gives you a small smile but there was a clear sense of new softness in her voice. "Nat, what's going on? Who's on the phone?" She glances at Wanda in the same moment went Wanda's frustrations reach their limits. "Yeah? well I don't need you! I don't need you for anything, I haven't for a whole year now!" Wanda was ready for more retaliation, but it never came the sounds of a disconnected call line flowed through her ear before she carelessly throws her phone and storms into her room shutting the door before you could attempt to console her. Natasha softly grabs your arm before you make a few steps towards your girlfriend's door, you don't know what's going on, but she's clearly upset, and you want to be there for her.

"I think you should give her a minute to cool off." You study her for a moment, she's not surprised by what just occurred. As if she could read your mind, she answers your question. "It's nothing new, but it has been a while since she's argued with her dad." Yes, her dad was a piece of shit in your opinion. The way he just cut her off financially just because she wouldn't let him hold some form of control over her was a disgusting move. You honestly couldn't wait to visit Wanda's parents on break, you're going to make sure you give him a piece of your mind. wherever Wanda lacks in the argument you'll be sure to pick up the weight and stand up for your girlfriend.

"Fuck, that makes a lot of sense now." Natasha sighs and tucks her hairs behind her ear. "Yeah, just give her a little space, this one was more intense than I've ever seen before." She rubs your shoulder and doesn't leave until you nod in agreement with her. Once Natasha leaves you can't help but to contemplate on knocking on Wanda's door. Your thoughts of doing the action go away when Wanda walks out of room fast on her heels searching for something, she barely greets you. In fact, she doesn't greet you at all, too enraged and focused on whatever was in the living room.

You follow after her cautiously, as you watch from the small distance and once you see what she was searching for you make your presence known more clearly. You sit on the couch beside her reaching around her and turning her face in your direction. You press your lips onto her which she oddly enough doesn't put much effort into like you hoped. When the small actions of kisses or lack thereof is done, she turns away from you and continues rolling her blunt with determination and much more effort than she did during the kiss.

You have a quick battle internally on if you should stop her and tell her to talk about what happened or just leave her alone all together, but you couldn't just let her keep those emotions bottled up inside of her. “Hey, baby, maybe you should chill on the blunt for a second.” you proceeded with caution, but it still didn't do any good with how fast she responded to you with animosity.

“I just got a lecture from him I don’t need one from you too…not right now.” Her voice and her hands shake from frustration. Frustration for briefly talking about a detail that happened on the phone and frustration for not having a steady hand right now while she was trying to roll and smoke her problems away.

“I was just saying- "

“Can you please just get off my damn back? You're smothering me!” She frantically expresses her frustration as she rubs her hands harshly against her face and storms into her room slamming the door in the process. You stand there in shock for a moment. You can’t believe what just happened and how quick things went left. To be fair Natasha did warn you about Wanda’s mood beforehand but that’s never stopped you from deescalating a situation. Especially since it was you asking her to lay off the weed for just a moment, she’s never really blown up at you before over something that seems so minuscule.

You won't stay where you're not wanted, you pick up your bag and place your key on the counter before leaving out of the door. Wanda finally calms down and realizes she went overboard and blew up at you instead of communicating to you in a healthy way. She feels bad, no she feels like shit. She felt worse when she opened her bedroom door to find her apartment empty. She thought for sure you were still here just on the couch or in the kitchen until she got herself together. hell, half of her thought you would've stormed into her bedroom and set her straight for speaking to you like that. "Shit." She releases a shuddered breath before running to the window, she wants to see if you're still within walking distance to catch up to you. So, she waits, so waits for you to come back to the apartment. You've been sleeping here for some time now and only going back to your dorm during RA room inspections. When waiting for you to return home to her fails, she immediately goes for her phone that now has a cracked screen from her previous outburst of frustration. Every call and text went unanswered and ignored before you finally put your phone on do not disturb.

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You go the rest of the day successfully avoiding Wanda, but you knew soon or later she'd find you with the hype about the football game, she knew you'd be there and sure enough as she arrived, she spotted you immediately on the bleachers sitting next to Darcy and Monica. She walks quickly along the side of the football field, her only focus is getting to you and fixing this misunderstanding. You were too engaged on the game happening in front of you to even see Wanda approach you, but Monica lightly taps your elbow and whisper near your ear. "Here comes Wanda." She leans back with a soft smile as you take a quick glance out the corner of your eye. Sure, enough you could spot your girlfriend a mile away, but you still don't acknowledge her as she sits down on the bench next to Darcy, she wants to push her out of the way to sit insanely closer to you.

"Hey, Wanda." Darcy smiles as Wanda greets her with a head nod and very brief eye contact before her eyes were on you again. Monica pops her head forward to greet Wanda as well and she's met with the same response. She didn't have anything against them she considered them as friends but right now you and the status of this relationship mattered more. "I've been calling and texting your phone princess." She has to lean forward so she's not speaking directly into Darcy's ear while Darcy has to pretend, she's not listening to the conversation. Its awkward speaking to you this way.

"Lewis, can you move?" Wanda was done being nice she needed to talk to you and apologize. Wanda doesn't want this to fester into something much bigger she's learned from her mistake the first time and she'd rather not experience that pain again. Darcy wasn't going to protest to that, but she wouldn't be moving away too far because she's just unapologetically nosy. Just as Darcy was about to stand up and sit somewhere else you harshly pull her back down to sit on the metal bench causing a few curious looks from Darcy's loud display of shock and pain. "Ouch, what the hell!" She holds her bottom soothing the stinging pain.

"I didn't tell you to move Darcy, I don't want to talk to her right now." You plead with Darcy to stand her ground and be a good friend to you. She sees that you're serious and obviously there was some tension between you and Wanda. She turns toward an annoyed Wanda and says she's not moving. Wanda tilts her head to the side slightly and narrows her eyes down on Darcy and that was enough to get her off the bench. Darcy sits on the other side next to Monica, who was being respectfully about the clear tension with you and Wanda. Wanda eagerly slides next to you sniffling in the process. You made note of her red nose and rosy cheeks. She only had on a thin zip-up hoodie as chilly as it was outside and she didn't have a hat on either, you don't make a remark about it like you normally would. It takes a moment for Wanda to speak up, how should she start the conversation off? It's easy to sit in mutual silence as the crowd cheers and boos around you both. She musters up the confidence to start the conversation with her taking accountability for her actions.

"I'm sorry." You keep your eyes on the field not giving her any form of eye contact while she's so close to you. You're still mad at her. The silence from you only made her more anxious she nervously fumbled with her jacket pocket and pulled out your key to her apartment. "You left this on the counter." She brings it your eye view not waiting to see if you'd grace her with your beautiful eyes again. You hum in acknowledgement and turn away from her completely. "I know." Now she was really worried, she thought you left it in the heat of the moment not on purpose. "W-what why would you leave it intentionally?" She has to raise her voice in volume as the crowd cheers again, this was probably not a good place to fix an argument. Wanda drops her hand and tightens her grip on the cold metal, it would surely make marks into her skin when she checks her hand later.

"I didn't think it was best for me to stay where I wasn't wanted, besides I'm just giving you what you asked for, I wouldn't want to smother you anymore than I have, right?" Instantly Wanda regrets what she said to you, it didn't come out the way she wanted it to, what she meant was that she wanted space to deal with her emotions on her own rather than being coddled and comforted, she wasn't used to it so it's only normal that she reacted that way, but she still won't excuse herself for it.

"Hey, I want you there. I always want you there hence why even made you a key in the first place." She swallows the tension in her throat and slides closer to you on the bleacher. "I didn't mean that Princess, smother me all you want. Preferably I'd want you to smother me with your thighs." She attempts at making light of the situation. It doesn't work. Especially not a horny joke right now. Her playful smile drops within an instant when she doesn't hear a giggle, or she doesn't see a lopsided smile on your face. Without word you stand up from the bleacher and walk past a tight crowd, Wanda hurries after you she catches up to you in the process and when you don't stop after her calling your name a few times she runs after you and the only thing you feel is her hands and your body being lifted up. "Put me down Wanda." She nears the side of the bleachers away from the crowd with you still in her arms.

"No, I'm sorry, I was just trying to lighten the mood I'm not trying to make you upset." You wiggle in her grasp and release a disapproving scoff. "Too late for that." She releases you slowly and until your feet are back on the ground and you press your back into the hard surface of the bleachers. "About what I said earlier, I didn't mean it like that." She pokes her lip out and fidgets with her rings silently waiting for you to say something as she gathers her thoughts. "I was just upset, and I took it out on you when you were just trying to help."

"Wan-" She cuts you off before you have the chance to say anything. "Don't breakup with me, please." She steps closer to you but still gives you enough space to not feel crowded. "You really think I would breakup with you because of this? Seriously?" Wanda's mouth hangs open. "I don't know, this is all still new to me, and you left your key and....I just don't want to stop being your girlfriend." The longer you stare at her the more you know you won't be able to stay mad at her any longer. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" She has a small grin starting to creep out and you know you're a goner. "All adorable and doe eyed." Wanda gasps with fake annoyance. "I'm not adorable!" You chuckle for the first time today and it puts her at ease. "Yes, you are." Wanda doesn't fight back she only moves closer and buries her face in your neck. "So, since I'm so adorable, you forgive me then?"

"Well, I probably should've just let you cool off on your own, I just wanted to comfort you. So yes, I forgive you." Wanda surges forward to attach her lips to yours the kiss is rushed and sloppy, you love the desperation of it after being on the receiving end of the lack luster kiss earlier. Before things get too heated you gently pull away from her as she groans in disappointment. "Do you want to tell me what happened? it's okay if you're not ready to talk about it yet but I just wanted to ask." You bite your lip waiting anxiously for an answer and hoping you didn't push too hard again for another blow up.

There is a sense of hesitation in her eyes, and you were about to tell her it was okay, but she surprises you with actually opening up and being willingly to communicate with you. "The phone call was going surprisingly well a little too well I should've known he'd still be nagging me about the same thing, but the conversation took a turn. I finally thought we were in a good place so I told him about me entering the art showcase and how I would love it if he came to support. I wasn't even expecting him to praise me for my art or anything but just for him to be present during this big accomplishment." You wrap your arms around her waist and pull her into your arms, but you still remain silent only offering her comfort until she's done releasing all of these feelings and emotions.

"I just wanted him to come to my first big show. He didn't even want to come to my show, Y/n." "Is that asking for too much? even after he said he couldn't support me financially I found a way to secure myself on my own and it's still not enough. I'm not enough all he cares about is Pietro and his future track career." She releases a frustrated breath of air as tears well up in her eyes. "I love Pietro and I would never wish harm on him, but Sometimes I just wonder what would happen if he got injured and couldn't run track anymore. Would my father still treat him better than me or would he make Pietro fend for himself now that he can't do something they mutually liked."

"Hey, no, no its not asking too much, Wanda. in fact, is the bare minimum he should want to support you no matter what, and I'm sorry for saying it out loud but your father is a piece of shit. He's going to look stupid in the future when you're so successful doing something he tried so hard to keep you from pursuing." You take a brief pause, bringing your fingers up to her face and swiping away the fallen tears. "And when that day comes, I'll be there to remind him that he had no part in your success at all and that you did it all on your own, without his help and without his money." She studies your face; she needs a moment to actually believe in what you're saying to her right now. Her blank expression is soon transformed into a growing smile as she leans her forehead on yours. "I love you."

"I love you too." You snuggle your nose against hers softly as you pull her in for a kiss. Once again, the kiss picks up in momentum and her hands move on their own traveling down to the zipper of your jeans. "Do you." She cuts you off by the intrusion of her tongue. "Want to." she cuts you off again sucking on your tongue. "Go to the car?" She bites your lip and chuckles sinisterly as she leans back but not giving you too much space. "Nuh un." Was all she said before she's back on her mission into your pants. You shriek from the first contact of her ice-cold fingertips. "Your fingers are fucking freezing."

"That's why I'm trying to warm them up, princess." Her fingers move in slow languid motions, she's completely focused on you from the small breaths you take to the utter self-control you have to use in order to not be so loud, even though you doubt you could be louder than the rowdy and emotional people in the bleachers. Every time she spoke words of simple matter you couldn't ignore the sultry and hunger in her voice, as her warm breath fans over your ear you feel yourself nearing closer and closer to your climax.

"I'm sorry for being an asshole."

"You look so hot when you're mad at me."

"I wish everyone on that field could hear how hot you sound. I wish everyone could hear how good I make you feel." That did it, that had you eager to please her, eager to make her good.

She's distracted and entranced by you and how she's making you feel she doesn't feel your prying hands on her jeans, and she gasps in surprise when your cold fingers slither their way into her warm and wet cunt. "Fuck." She whispers softly, you focus on leaving your marks on her neck, she still continues fucking you with her talented fingers. you're both panting and clinging to each other against the cold metal surface. The cold weather no longer being an issue when your bodies are radiating so much heat and ecstasy. You never thought you'd end the night like this, bucking into each other's hands at the football game not even having the decency to go to the car. You didn't care though; you find yourself not caring a lot about consequences when it comes to public sex since you've been with Wanda.

"Fuck, add another finger, baby." You add another finger, and she picks up in speed and whines against your lips. She's been working you up longer than you have been doing to her. "You're my girlfriend, say it." her breathing grows shallower and quicker paced, she's close. "I'm your girlfriend." You smirk as you thrust your hand harder you didn't even bother tugging her jeans down further for better access. She has you repeat the words over and over until she gets the reassurance she was looking for. "Are you gonna cum with me?" Wanda just nods her head not bothering to say any verbal words, you think it's cute when you have her lost for words and too fucked out to speak. "Yeah?"

"Uh hun." Her face is flushed, and her skin is hot and sweaty.

"You know you make me feel so good." You lean your head to whisper in her ear adding a playful bite to her earlobe for extra effect. She releases a loud moan so loud you're certain someone heard it since the crowd has quieted down. The moment you slip your free hand under her hoodie and twist her nipple while you simultaneously hook your finger in the right spot, you know she's cumming with you. The way both of you clench around each other's fingers at the same time.

The sight of pleasure plastered on each other's faces at the same time, and the feeling of your warm juices leaking down one another's fingertips at the same time. Both of you having the same thought of sucking the juices off each other's fingers but Wanda takes her hand away before you can put them in your mouth and sucks on them mockingly in your face.

"Now that's just being greedy." You fold one arm across your chest. She releases both fingers with a pop sound and grins at you as the saliva glistens on her face. "Hm, I'm sorry Princessa, here you can have a taste." She pulls you forward and shoves her tongue in your mouth making sure that no spot within your mouth was left untouched and unclaimed. You both share a few soft kisses before pulling apart. Wanda apologies once more for her actions earlier. "Stop, it's okay. I was upset but I wasn't going to end things because of an argument Wands, we're okay." You wait for her to acknowledge that nothing is changing, and couples have arguments and disagreements sometimes. She nods her head once and holds your hand, rubbing her thumbs against your skin.

"Do you wanna go back and watch the game?" You look at her like she's grown another head, especially since you've missed half the game already. "Fuck no, let's go home." You kiss her cheek and finish fixing you clothes in a presentable manner. You had plans on watching her favorite shows with her and possibly a few more rounds. Wanda grins and doesn't really bother to properly fix her clothes. You place a hand on hers just as she gets ready to close her zipper. "Leave that open I might get hungry on the way home." You shoot her a wink and walk away towards the parking lot. "Holy shit, I fucking love you." As Wanda quickly catches up to you in the parking lot, she can't help but feel like this is the bright side of having a short temper paired with a loving and understanding girlfriend.

#favors au #stoner!wanda #wanda maximoff x reader #stoner!wanda maximoff x reader

[nevertheless-moving]

"Fornication," Wit whispered, staring with haunted eyes at nothing. "That's not Rayse at all. He stole - that reproducing bastard. He stole my breaths."

The rage in the generally amicable man's voice was enough to dissuade Kaladin from asking about the bizarre word choice.

Shallan, evidently, did not have that problem.

"Fornication?" she repeated incredulously.

"It's a curse word," Wit said through gritted teeth. "Used to be common, but it's fallen out of favor among shardplanets the last several thousand years for some stupid CHILD CREATING reason."

Wit snarled, pacing the tent furiously.

"Which is a real PLEASURABLE PHYSICAL INTERACTION shame because now i sound really copulatingly stupid swearing with connection based direct translations, but cursing by 'Gods' or the dead or the weather or whatever intense intimacy else this vigorous impregnation planet swears by is NOT as satisfying when i am this LOVEMAKINGLY angry."

Wit kicked a chair, which flew with shocking force, tearing a hole in sturdy canvas siding. He stared at the tear, exhausted, then collapsed, arms wrapping around himself.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to Jasnah, who was approaching cautiously, in full Armour. "I shouldn't have done that. I generally don't have enough of a temper to lose it like that, but...gender neutral attempt at babies. He stole my breaths. I don't even know how much I lost...it will take decades to do an inventory, and even then...there's important secrets I vowed to protect. Lost people I swore to remember. Oaths I can't even properly remember making anymore, but I have to - I..."

Jasnah knelt down, taking Wit in her arms as he wept softly.

"And I can't even coitally curse right anymore," he sobbed.

#Hoid #Stormlight archive #Winds and truth speculation #Crack and angst #It doesn't have to be in winds and truth okay? But sanderson has the potential to be the funniest man alive #Just put a scene like this somewhere in the cosmere In the next two decades okay brandon trust me #Nevertheless writing #i'm not saying that the shards all got together and conspired #so that Cephandrius would sound like a moron when he went on one of his semiregular f bomb tirades #but i'm not saying that they didn't do that either #rhythm of war #Rhythm of war spoilers #cosmere #nevertheless cosmere

[yandere-fics]

Lady Selene

♡ "My dove, can't I be forgiven for a few indiscretions when I merely thought I was doomed to not have any companionship for a thousand years?" ♡

She's an aggressive and needy yandere, nothing is wrong as long as it's between mates and you should just forgive her because she's your mate. She is also secretly very worried you'll take off on her one day because of her horrible reputation. She thinks she was completely justified in having a few flings over the years, even if some of her exes were complete bitches, she just didn't want to be alone while waiting for a soulmate who might never show up knowing how much the other gods hate her. She'll do anything to keep her dalliances from reaching your ears though if she can help it and if not she was already planning on killing anyone she slept with in the past just to make sure you know she's changed her ways since meeting you.

♡ "Soulmates should call each other by their names should they not, it would greatly displease me if you were to call me by my title.... hmm though i would prefer you would call my name a bit sweeter than that, it will have to do for the moment." ♡

Her title is Lady Selene, goddess of the werewolves, she would be very upset if you didn't call her by her name though, would hold you in place and only release you once you call her by just her name, will melt if you call her a sweet nickname like Selly or something of that sort.

♡ "I'm almost 800 years old my dove, I became goddess shortly before the war began, I am the youngest of the gods." ♡

She killed a large majority of the minor gods during the war and was the instigator in the war to begin with since she couldn't control her temper. She was cursed to not find her soulmate for a thousand years as punishment for causing the whole war so she decided to sleep around for awhile cause she thought she would just clean up her act closer to when she was actually going to meet them but the other gods decided it would be an even worse punishment if she met her mate when she wasn't expecting it and didn't have time to clean up her reputation so they lifted it early without telling her.

♡ "My dove, I would never have eyes for anyone than you again, I swear my liaisons with those other women meant nothing." ♡

She's a lesbian and she slept around alot before she met you.

♡ "Job? I'm a goddess, I need no job, I simply do as a please, occasionally I train the pups who want to guard the temple. Simply put, my attention can all go to you." ♡

She does nothing useful as a god except once a year she visits the city for a month or two for diplomacy cause if she didn't she's terrified The Boss would wipe her out for attacking the city during the war but other than that she can focus the entirety of her time on you and she would like you to do the same and will be sad if you don't do the same since soulmates are the most important thing in her opinion even though she didn't really treat it that way before she actually met you.

♡ "I have a fondness for sparring on occasion, it never hurts to stay honed even if those around me can't keep up with me. I also have been known to enjoy alcoholic beverages from time to time. The thing I would say I enjoy most however is you." ♡

Before she met you she also enjoyed sleeping around and picking fights, but now that she actually has you she tries to avoid conflicts and running her mouth because she wouldn't want her fellow gods to make her look like a fool in front of her mate more than they already have. Yes she blames them for her looking like a fool even though it's her own actions that led to this.

♡ "I dislike fools who reject the mating bond and pursue people who are not their destiny. I also dislike when my dove denies me what is rightful mine, your affection." ♡

She doesn't realize how hypocritical that is, after all it's not like she enjoyed any of the people she slept with, it was merely to kill time waiting for her true mate and she thought you would never know because she could hide all the evidence closer to when she was actually going to meet them. Despite the other gods hating her guts, she doesn't hate them, she might not be fond of them especially since they did this but at the end of the day prior to the war when she went a bit crazy slaughtering thousands, they used to be close friends. She does hate The Boss.

♡ "I can do a myriad of things for you, dove. That's the beauty in being with your soulmate, someone who isn't your soulmate could never do what I can do for you." ♡

She's particularly adept at hand to hand combat. She's not as good at tracking because there was a lot of burning during the war and it really fucked up her nose, if she has an item of yours or is very intimately familiar with your scent though then it'll only take her slightly longer than the rest of them to come find her. She's still great at running, it only fucked up her sense of smell but her lungs themselves healed up.

♡ "You're not allowed to leave me, soulmates STAY together, forever. So get your pretty ass back over here and let me love on you." ♡

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #my oc Selene