#I love getting the notifications on my phone

[starkwlkr]

american royalty | max verstappen

kennedy!reader

US GRAND PRIX (TIME SKIP)

Max was in panic mode. Little baby Luke did not want to leave his father’s side. Yeah, it was cute, but Max had to be in the car in five minutes.

“I don’t want to leave you either, baby, but papa has to go race.” Max whispered to the seven month old. It amazed y/n and Max how quickly Luke had grown.

Y/n wanted to burst into tears right then and there in Max’s driver’s room, but she held it in. She loved her boys so much.

“You should go, I don’t want you to be late.” Y/n told Max, which made him frown. “You’ll see us after.” She chuckled and grabbed Luke from Max’s arms. Instantly, the boy started to whine.

“It’s okay, Luke, papa is just going to win the race and then he’ll be back for more cuddles.” Max pressed a light kiss to his son’s head.

Y/n and Max kept your relationship very private so no one apart from their families knew about their relationship or baby Luke. When she did attend a race, she watched from Max’s driver’s room. Usually she was alone, but now she had Luke to keep her company. Before y/n could say something, Max turned to her.

“How much longer do you think you and Luke will be watching from here? Don’t get me wrong, I love you both for coming. I think it would be better if my family watches from the garage.” Max waited for you answer. He was sure y/n was going to be mad at him for even suggesting that idea, but she smiled at him.

“You read my mind.” She kissed his lips.

So without hesitation, Max grabbed her hand and together as a family, they walked in the direction of the Red Bull Garage.

When Max saw photographers start to notice y/n, he grabbed Luke from her and took off his Red Bull hat, using it to shield Luke from the cameras. They both agreed to keep their son away from the media. They quickly arrived to the garage just in time.

“Check’s wife, Carola, is here. You can sit with her so you don’t have to be alone.” Max said as he led her through the garage. “And she has kids so that’s something you both have in common!” He tried to lighten up the mood.

“We’ll be okay, won’t we?” She tickled Luke’s side, which made the boy giggle.

“Max!” His race engineer, Gianpiero, called out. “Who’s this smiley boy?” He waved to Luke.

“My son, Luke, and this is my wife, Y/n.” Max introduced her to the British man. She didn’t correct Max on the term he used for her, it felt right coming from his mouth.

“Welcome to the Red Bull family!” He smiled at y/n.

After talking for a short time, Max had to leave so he gave y/n and Luke a kiss and a hug then left. She was introduced to Carola. It didn’t take long for the two women to get along.

Halfway through the race, the camera was focused on y/n for a few seconds. She was looking at a different monitor so she didn’t even realize she was on tv.

“And we have American royalty in the paddock today. There she is, Miss Y/n Kennedy, daughter to the late JFK Jr. and his wife Carolyn. Didn’t know she was a Red Bull fan.” Crofty said.

Immediately, Twitter was having a field day.

Y/n’s phone was flooded with notifications, but she ignored them. Baby Luke and Y/n were about to witness Max win.

As predicted, Max came in first with Checo taking second place. While Carola took her kids to watch their dad on the podium, Y/n stayed behind with Luke. As much as she wanted to watch Max, she didn’t want to expose Luke to everyone.

While the Red Bull team celebrated another win, y/n looked down at her son. “I think dad would’ve loved to be here, don’t you think?” Y/n asked. “Mom on the other hand . . . She would’ve loved Max that’s for sure.”

The topic of her parents made her emotional so she stopped talking. But it was definitely clear that y/n’s parents would’ve loved Max. Even if the media painted him out to be some kind of villain, Max Verstappen was far from it.

Max quickly made his way back to his family after the podium celebrations. He was eager to show his son his trophy, but before he could do that, he was stopped by Charles.

“You’re dating THE y/n kennedy?!”

“How do you even know?” Max wondered.

“Mate, you’re trending all over twitter. The cameras showed her, but what I want to know is why didn’t you tell me? I thought we agreed to tell each other everything!”

“You agreed, I didn’t.” Max corrected him.

“Still! You’re basically important in the eyes of america now. So if you get married, does that mean you’re automatically a US citizen and you can be president?” The Ferrari driver asked.

“I’m pretty sure in order to be president you have to be born in the US— why am I still talking to you? I have to go see my family.” Max said as he ran to the Red Bull garage.

“Congratulations, mr. president!”

Of course calling Max ‘mr. president’ became an inside joke in the paddock.

When Max made it back to the garage, he saw y/n talking with several drivers, one being the only American driver, Logan. At least they were keeping his family company.

“When Max is on break, he sleeps through the night, but he wakes up several times when his dad is gone. He’s such a daddy’s boy.” Y/n explained to Logan, Lando and Oscar.

“Of course he is, I’m the best dad in the world.” Max interrupted.

“Look at you, daddy Max.” Lando joked.

“Oh god, mate. Don’t ever say that again.” Oscar said.

“Anyways . . . How’d you like the race, y/n?” Logan asked the kennedy woman. He felt so at home at the moment. He was so honored to even be talking to someone related to the president of his country.

“It was amazing. Luke and I enjoyed every minute of it. Maybe we’ll just have to come back for another race.” Y/n looked at Max with hopeful eyes. Baby Luke cooed at his father.

“We are going to Mexico next and you love Mexico . . .”

“Great, we’ll be seeing the first family back in the paddock. It was great to meet you, y/n and you too baby Luke.” Lando smiled cheekily at the mom and son.

“You know Charles just called me Mr. President and now this? What else is going to happen?” Max laughed.

“Who knows, maybe you might end up being the president?”

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[extemts]

hiii !! i was wondering if u could write an actress! reader x joost klein ? like, reader is up-and-coming, mostly in small indie films, and the two get caught out on a romantic, summer date by some fans that photographed them before posting it online. i would love if this would be a feminine female reader but anything will do. thank you so much !! :333

A life with you is like a movie.

requested? yes!

reader? female.

genre? fluff, secret relationships

as usual, my readers are alwaye kept gender neutral unless specifically requested like here!

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"Joost Klein at the premier of So Long, Florida!"

"Joost Klein dating a new up and coming actress?"

The rumors were everywhere for a while- it all started when scenes of your latest movie got attention on social media, leading to a success among dutch movie critics and a growing fan base around you. People were quick to find out that you were quite the Joost fan and when he was officially invited to the premier, rumors started really boiling up, but neither of you truely minded- if all it was quite entertaining to see fangirls either loving it or hating it. In the end, the man was yours.

Today was finally the first day in ages where both of you were free, so you decided to block out the entire day considering it was the first slightly cooler day of summer in a while, meaning you could enjoy being outside without boiling away, no matter how flowly of a dress one could pick. The day had been spent with lots of laughter, a whole bunch of ice cream and so many kisses that it got hard to count them. As the evening slowly came by, both of you had decided to sit down at your favorite family owned italian place.

"I missed this. I missed you most importantly." Joost broke the comfortable silence between you two, his lips curling up into a smile as he played with a strand of your long hair, his elbows resting on the table. "zo mooi..." the blonde man sitting across from you mumbled under his breath as you kept on talking about something, interrupting your words with a little kiss. Not many people know but Joost was truely a very loving man who would probably drop everything the second you ask for help; no matter what, he would go out of his way to make sure you were always satisfied and happy, and god he helped you through some hardships in life before. "So, anything regarding casting calls next week?" he tilted his head, his glasses slipping down just a little due to the movement. You cherished any moment where his glasses slipped down because you knew damn well he was looking over them and his vision of you was blurry, yet his eyes still had that same look you see in a teenager who fell madly in love with someone in their class, even if he couldn't properly see you.

"I got two I'm preparing for. Pretty similar roles, but I'm hoping to impress at least one of them." your voice showed quite some nervousness but truely you were always pretty confident in yourself, which honestly wasn't like that before the relationship between the two of you started. Seeing him give his everything on stage without showing an ounce of self doubt was eye opening. "What about you, shouldn't your new single be finished soon?-" your words were nearly cut off by the sudden sound of notifications coming from Joost's phone, then yours, and then both of them. The dutch singer only raised an eyebrow at you before unlocking his phone, the look on his face getting more and more confused the more he seemed to scroll through his phone, then he put it down and started looking around him like he just lost his dog. "Sooo babe, looks like we are official now." he shook his head in disbelief, a little chuckle leaving him as he finally turned his phone around to show you.

There you were, the two of you at this exact table, a picture taken less than ten minutes ago with Joost's fingers still playing with your hair, you seemed to be mid talking, it was quite the picture.

"I guess we are... I don't mind, you don't mind either, right?"

Before answering, he leaned a little closer again, pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

"I'll happily show you off."

okaaaay let's go

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[mattyriddlesbitch]

Hii lovely!! I'm not sure if it's alright but just hear me out. maybe a fic stalker theo completely obsessed w reader, maybe kinda dubcon but if not i totally understand !!

Very convenient timing considering I just read Haunting Adeline this weekend. I kinda used one of the parts in it for the instigation, but I hope this works!

Fuck Off

Theodore Nott x F!Reader

Warnings: DUB/NONCON PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS STUFF, oral(female receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, cussing, stalking.

18+ Minors DNI

You've had a stalker for a few months now. They would leave gifts outside your dorm to begin with. Then they started showing up in your dorm. The gifts were sweet and tailor specifically to your likes and wants, which you couldn't decide if that made it creepier or not.

The gifts weren't the only thing you got from your stalker. They would also send you texts from an unknown number. They weren't threatening or anything that suggested harm to you. Maybe creepy since they'd talk about what you were doing in that moment, even when you were completely alone. Sometimes they were sweet, sometimes they were sexual. And you hated to admit it, but they knew exactly how to talk dirty to you, they could get you worked up so easily. It freaked you out but you weren't in danger. Right?

You were sitting in your bed reading, unwinding from the hectic day you just had when your phone went off for a text notification. It startled you out of your little world and you opened the message.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are when you're reading?”

Your stalker again.

“A few times.” You replied. At this point, you've given up ignoring them since they'll just keep messaging you until you respond.

“I'll tell you a million more times. You should be reminded every day how beautiful you are.”

“You already do that.”

“Maybe next time I say it, I can say it while my cock's buried deep inside you.”

“Pervert.”

“Only for you. You know you drive me insane. You make me so hard just sitting there. Especially since I know the filth you're reading. You're not so innocent yourself, bella.”

You looked at your phone for a moment before looking around. You did read dirty books, but only in your dorm. Another ping from your phone drew your attention back to it.

“You won't find me, amore mio. You should know this by now.”

“Fuck off.” You replied, angry at him for how he's treating your privacy.

“Careful, principessa. If you say that again, I'm gonna come fuck that little pussy of yours.”

You scoffed, disgusted by his words. Would he really come do it? No. Was part of you also curious if he would and wanted to see who he was? Yeah. That's why you couldn't stop yourself from replying.

“Fuck off.”

“You're in for it now, cara mia.”

You rolled your eyes and went back to your book. Your eyes felt heavy after a while and you put the book aside to fall asleep.

The next day, you got up and headed for the showers, getting ready for the day. You stripped and got under the hot water of the shower, relaxing for a moment before starting your shower routine.

You always got an eerie feeling of someone watching you or being right there when you closed your eyes while rinsing the shampoo and conditioner out of your hair. This time, though, when you opened your eyes after rinsing out the conditioner, there was someone right in front of you. You knew him, of course, everyone did. Theodore Nott.

You screamed and backed away from him, hitting the shower wall while you covered your body as best as you could.

“Get the fuck out!” You yelled.

“I'm not going anywhere, cara mia.” He smiled. You noticed he was fully clothed as he stepped towards you, drenching his clothes from the shower.

“You? You're the fucking creep that's been stalking me?” You made the connection after hearing him call you the same pet name as your stalker.

“If you recall that little conversation last night, I told you I'd come fuck you if you told me to ‘fuck off’ again, which you did.” He took another step closer, his shoes nearly touching your toes. “And I don't make empty threat, principessa.”

“I could scream right now and someone will come in and stop you.” You threatened, hoping to deter him.

“I'm hurt you think I'm so stupid. I put a silencing charm on the room and looking charm on the door so no one could come in and you can't get out.” He said as he brushed a strand of your wet hair from your face.

You flinched from his touch, closing your eyes. “What are you gonna do to me?” You whisper.

“I'm gonna make you feel so, so good, bella.” He said and moved to kneel in front of you.

As soon as his knees hit the tile, you pushed him out of the way and ran out of the shower, trying not to slip.

“I already told you, you cant get out, cara mia.” He called out to you.

You ignored him and tried the door to the bathroom. Wouldn't even budge. You didn't have your wand on you either since you were showering. Hands wrapped around your waist and you fought against him, kicking back to hit him, which just ended up making you both fall to the ground. He was much quicker than you, propping you on your knees so your face was down and ass up for him while he held your hands behind your back. You couldn't see him from this angle, but felt his tongue flick your clit, making you moan.

“You act like you don't want me, but your soaking, cara mia.” He said before licking and sucking at your clit.

Your words died in your throat, replaced by a moan leaving your mouth instead.

“Your body knows what it wants, amore mio.” He licked up to your entrance, prodding his tongue inside.

“Fuck.” You moaned, eyes rolling back before closing.

He moaned against you and kept his onslaught of pleasure on your pussy until you came.

“That's my good girl. That's what I wanted.” He said as he helped ride out your high.

“To force yourself on me?” You asked as you caught your breath once the orgasm faded.

“To make you feel good, principessa.” He shuffled behind you a bit as he kept a hand holding yours down still. You could hear the sound of his pants being undone.

“I think there could've been another way to fuck me that didn't involve stalking and harassing me.” It probably wasn't a smart move to mouth off to your stalker, but you were so angry. You pulled your hands out of his grip and tried taking off, but he just grabbed your legs, making you fall back on your stomach.

“I think you like this, though. I see how soaked you are from this.” He pulled you back onto your knees and held onto both your wrists with both of his hands. His cock teased your entrance, coating it in your arousal.

“You think I like you forcing yourself on me?” You said, hissing from how sensitive you were when he nudged your clit.

“You haven't told me to stop.” He said before thrusting into you, immediately bottoming out and making you cry out. “You're practically dripping from how wet you are for me, cara mia.”

You couldn't even deny that, maybe you were crazy, but you were embarrassingly wet from all this.

He started thrusting in and out of you, his grip on your wrists tight, bruises will probably form later from all of this.

“Not even trying to fight back anymore. You finally accepting that you're enjoying this?” He asked, letting go of your wrists to grab your hips. “Or maybe I got you too cockdrunk on me. Is that it? Am I making you feel so good you can't talk?” His voice was condesending.

“Fuck off.” You said, clawing at the floor to grip something.

“You love testing me, principessa. I don't mind. I'm happy to put you in your place each time.” He said and you could practically hear the smile in his voice. “You can stop acting like you hate this. I can feel you clenching my cock like you can't get enough of it.”

“As if.” You said between moans. He was hitting you so deep and fast, it had another orgasm building quickly.

“Keep talking like that and next time I'll have to punish you, amore mio.” He said, moving a hand from your hip to grip your hair. “How about you be a good girl instead and cum on my cock for me, yeah?”

“Fuck, shit!” You cried out, so close to cumming.

“Scream my name when you cum. Wanna hear how it sounds from those pretty lips.” He groaned, he was getting close himself. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, principessa.”

You came around him, trembling as his name fell from your lips over and over.

“That's the most beautiful sound I've ever fucking heard. Shit!” He said before moaning, his hips stilling as he came inside you, filling your pussy with his cum.

He pulled out as you both caught your breaths and stood back up, quickly redoing his pants before pulling out his wand and undoing the spells. He left the bathroom without another word to you as you slowly got up and went back to the shower to scrub the filth of what you'd done off of you.

And hopefully convince yourself that you didn't enjoy that.

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[hi18364]

Marry me 2

Any translation or places are from google so sorry if there wrong

12th June 2021

Your phone dings; it's an Instagram notification: kyracooneyx has added you. Opening your phone, you go to Instagram, go to her profile, and accept the request. Opening DMs, you start typing.

You: Hey

Kyra: Hey! You played really well yesterday. How are you feeling? I hear that you were sick?

You: Thanks, you too! I’m feeling better now, I just had some nerves. How about you?

Kyra: I get that. I’m good, just glad to get some game time. What’s it like playing for Denmark?

You: It’s amazing but also a bit overwhelming. Still getting used to everything. What about you? How long have you been with the Australian team?

Kyra: Yesterday was my debut. What's Denmark like?

You: It’s nice to be home for a bit. Miss England a bit though. How about you, what's Australia like?

Kyra: It's good, hot but good. Maybe we can grab coffee or something before I leave tomorrow?

You: That sounds great! Would love to. How’s 5 pm today sound?

Kyra: Sounds good. Looking forward to it, I have to go, sorry. See you soon!

You: K, bye. I'll text you the address.

As you send the message, you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement. You have never felt this feeling before. Going on Google, you look up coffee shops nearby and find one that looks nice. You copy the address and open your texts.

You: Hey, I found this coffee shop: Søndergade 10, 8700 Horsens, on Google. I guess I'll see you soon.

Looking at the time, 14:02, you get up and walk over to the suitcase that lies on the floor. Picking out an Adidas jumper, you pick up the matching bottoms. Getting changed, you walk over to the door, picking up the closest pair of shoes. Putting them on, you walk out the door. Seeing a few of your Dutch teammates, you hide around a corner, knowing if they saw you, they would want to know where you were going. Once they were gone, you run to the stairs, hoping it would be safer than going in the elevator. Speed walking out of the hostel, the sound of cars and people fills your ears. Feeling your phone go off, you look at it.

Kyra: Hey, I’m so sorry, but I'm going to be like 5 minutes late. The meeting lasted longer than I thought it would.

You: It's all good. Don't worry about it. See you soon.

About 10 minutes later, you walk into the coffee shop and take a seat next to a window. You watch as people pass by outside. A few minutes after sitting down, you see the familiar brown-haired girl walk in. As she walks over to the table, you give her a little smile.

“Hey,” you say, trying not to let her see how nervous you are.

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[thewitchescreatures]

Hi I hope this isn’t weird for you but could I request a story where reader hasn’t been able to come because no one can do her right so she ends up buying one of those tentacles toys and she basically becomes obsessed with it because she hasn’t been able to come for such a long time, but one night while she’s using it the toy becomes alive

This was a really unique idea, I could not deny it!

Funny I was listening to Ollie Wride's "Back to life" when I read this prompt and it definitely helped with the vibes.

Hope you enjoy~

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Tentacle x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Tentacle smut, masturbation

Disclaimer: Do not use water as lube. I only added that bit as something to the story that just made sense in my smooth monster-loving cum brain

It’s alive!

You were sitting in bed, pursuing the good ol 'web one night. Trying to find something, anything that could help get you off. You’d hit a plateau of not being able to orgasm for nearly a year now. You don’t know why or what caused it, you just couldn’t get off for the life of you.

You tried hooking up with people, you tried all sorts of forms of self pleasure, and we are talking some down right depraved shit. But no matter what you did, you just couldn’t get to that state of pure euphoria.

So again, here you laid in bed, your phone in hand as you browsed online for a solution. A link caught your eye, some branded sex website you’d never heard of before and they sold toys that were “guaranteed or your money back” to get you off. Your interest was piqued and so you began to browse through the selection of toys.

There were a lot of weird looking toys for sale. Clearly this website was marketed towards people with unique sexual tastes. The toys were even customizable!

You bought into it. You selected a tentacle shaped toy curating the color and firmness to your taste, input your credit card info to the site, and clicked check out.

The order confirmation said that your package would be delivered in ten to fifteen business days. Damn, two weeks? This thing better work.

You were practically plastered to the window, when you got the email notification that your package was out for delivery. You could not wait, you were aching at the very thought of trying this thing out. You really really hoped it worked and achieved the desired goal.

When the afternoon rolled around, the package finally came. You hurried to the door and snatched it from the delivery driver like a crazed wild animal without so much as a “hello” or “thank you” . You just snatched that bitch and slammed the door shut.

And like a depraved gremlin you scurried down the hall to your bedroom with the box tucked neatly under your arm. Closing and locking your door, despite the fact that you lived alone in a small one bedroom apartment.

You gingerly set the box down on your desk and used a nearby box cutter to carefully open it. You lifted the box flaps and removed the item from the packing peanuts. You held up the new toy, displayed inside of an acrylic tube was your custom tentacle dildo. It did look pretty neat, it was long and thick, and it was curved in a way that when it was inside you, part of the suction cup pads running along the inside of it would brush up against your clit. Hopefully this thing worked like the website said it would. The lack of dopamine and oxytocin your body was experiencing from the rushing high of orgasm was really starting to get to you mentally.

You dug around in the box a little more to see if the manufacturer included lubricant, but instead all you found was the instruction manual. A single sheet of paper stating to clean with warm water and whatever body wash one used, and to never use any kind of lubricant with it. Only water.

Water as lubricant? Okay now that was a little concerning. Water wasn’t exactly known to be an ideal lubricant for sexual activities. But the instructions were pretty clear on only using water, so you figured you’d give it a try and if the water didn’t work you would say fuck it and just go buy some lubricant yourself.

And so without further hesitation, you popped the lid off of the acrylic tube and removed your new toy, taking it with you to the bathroom that adjoined your bedroom to wash it before using it. You didn’t know where the hell this thing was made or who touched it. Besides, washing one's toys was just basic sanitary practice.

After washing and drying the toy off, you brought it and a small glass of water back to your room. You couldn’t believe you were about to try something as stupid as using water as lube. But again the instructions were very clear on only using water.

So you sat down on the floor beside your bed, setting the glass of water on your bedside table and then stripping yourself of your bottoms. You wet your hand a little and rubbed the water onto the tentacle, you immediately noticed how it began to slick up, as if you rubbed oil or proper lube on it.

“Huh.” Was all you could say to yourself in response to this revelation before wetting the tentacle with a little more water, to make it slicker of course. You then press it against the wood floor, causing the suction cup bottom to stick before straddling over top of it. You then slowly rub the tip against your excited pussy and begin to slowly sink down onto it.

A soft groan escapes your lips as you feel the small rubbery suction cups brush against your insides. The curve of the tentacle is just right, especially as you sink down all the way and the remaining curve presses against your swollen needy clit. This prompts another groan.

“Not bad.” You mumble as you slowly begin to rock your hips. Riding the tentacle, enjoying all of its textures in and around you.

You grip onto the side of your bed for support. Soft grunts and moans leaving your lips as you ride the toy faster and faster. You quickly begin to feel that beautifully tight knot in the bottom of your belly.

“Oh god.” You moan as you quicken the pace, now bouncing up and down on the tentacle. “Oh god, yes!” You moan out loudly, throwing your head back in bliss as you finally achieve orgasm for the first time in a year.

You pant softly as you slowly come down from the buzzing high of release. Shocked and in awe that this thing actually made you squirt a little on top of actually orgasm. You smile.

“Fuck yeah.” You whisper excitedly as you bring your body up and pull the toy from the wood floor. A soft pop echoes through your bedroom as you hold it up in front of your face. “Now this is a toy.” You say to yourself as you take it back into the bathroom to clean your juices from it.

You use this thing every day for a month. Every time you get off of work and get home, you shower and then immediately ride the tentacle. For a month straight, you fuck yourself silly with this thing. Reveling in orgasm after orgasm. You can’t get enough, this is single handedly the best god damn investment you have ever made.

One night, you return home from work. You do your little routine of a shower and then you grab the toy from the drawer on your night stand, wetting it with the cup of water that now basically lived on said night stand.

Once the toy was slick enough you set it on the floor and in the usual fashion sunk yourself onto it. Whimpering and moaning as you began to ride.

You were just in the middle of enjoying another mind blowing self care experience when you felt something wriggle inside of you. This causes you to freeze for a moment, trying to gather if you’re just imagining things or perhaps going insane from fucking yourself stupid with this toy.

But there it was again, that wriggling sensation as if the toy was now moving inside of your wet tight cunt. You let out a shaky moan as the wriggling becomes more intense.

It feels like the tentacle is smooshing itself against your cervix. Trying to get as far into your pussy as it possibly can. You look down between your legs and you can see the part that sticks out and curves against your clit is also wriggling. You whimper as it rubs your clit with vigor, causing your legs to tremble.

Your arms and head are resting on your bed, your hands are clinging to your bed sheets for dear life as the tentacle toy continues to wriggle and thrust against your most sensitive parts. 

“O-oh god.” You moan as your hips jerk around from the intense pleasure of the tentacle's movements.

The tentacle continues its assault on your dripping wet pussy. Wriggling, thrusting, and twisting inside and against you. Your clit feels like it's on fire in the best of ways as the tentacle rubs and sucks on it with the small suction cups.

You whimper and cry out in pleasure. Your legs are trembling and you feel like you’re gonna explode from all of the pleasure. And then you do just that, a powerful orgasm like no other rocks your body, sending a prickly sensation across your skin. You cry out and soak the floor beneath you from all of the pleasure.

The tentacle pulls itself out of you, the tip of the toy is now wriggling around trying to rub itself in the small puddle of your juices on the floor.

You pant heavily as you reach beneath yourself and pick the toy up. The tentacle wriggles and squirms in an agitated manner, and you watch it curiously.

“What the hell?” You mumble as you watch the toy. But then a devious smirk crosses your lips. “This is the best damn investment I have ever made.” You say to yourself as you set the toy back onto the floor and offer it your pussy once more.

#monsterfucker #tentacle smut #fem!reader #monster lover

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Is it over? - Part 2.

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x reader.

Summary: Second part of Is it over?. After Emily's death, it was hard for the team, and specially for y/n to cope. As they try to find Declan, more things come to light, and an unexpected person makes their return.

A/n: Second paaaart! I was seriously thinking if I'd do a second part or not to this, but I am happy with the results. I knew that posting this story would come with you beautiful people asking for a part 2 cause why would we want more angst for our beautiful Emily, right? So here it is😌 I hope you guys enjoy this, if you got any requests for Emily, send them my way😌 Leave comments, hearts, whatever you’d like and reblog so this gets some love🫶🏻

Part 1.

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Seven months. It had been exactly seven months since Emily had passed away, and there was not a day where y/n didn’t think about her or missed her. Hotch had offered a whole month of vacation, so she could take her time to process things and to be able to clear her mind, but she had only taken two weeks, and in those two weeks, she had gone with Garcia and Morgan to clean Emily’s apartment and take everything back to her apartment. Y/n had tried her best to remain calm and show everyone that she was okay, but deep inside she knew the struggle she had. It wasn’t every single day that they spent the night at each other’s apartments, at times, it happened that they were able to spend the night together, other times they were away and sometimes they were not lucky enough to end up in the same room together, but in all of these months, y/n had a hard time sleeping to the point where she had to take sleeping pills to be able to help herself.

Hotch had made the call for her to see a therapist, Hotch had already talked to everyone in the team by Strauss’ orders, and when Hotch mentioned seeing a professional, y/n didn’t argue back, she just agreed. She knew she needed it, she knew she needed someone to talk to, the team had seen enough of her weakness, and she wanted everyone to think that she was okay, and she had started to move on. Y/n had made Hotch promise that it would stay between them that she had gone to a professional, and he had agreed, which y/n had noticed that he had only agreed because he knew that this whole thing with Emily had been a hard thing for her, but well, she would accept it as long as he wasn’t on her back every day, she’d accept anything. Spencer had been the one who had spent most of his time with y/n and JJ, even y/n had gone with Spencer to JJ’s house, and to be honest, Henry was one of the reasons y/n kept smiling too, they had become so close that y/n couldn’t help but want to be there every single day.

It was no lie that she had her bad and good days, more bad than good, but she wouldn’t admit that. At times she didn’t even know if she should be truthful to her therapist and just pretend like she was having a good day just so she could discharge her and things could slowly go back to normal, but she also couldn’t deny that talking to someone about this whole thing helped her more than anything. But today specially, it had been a really bad day. After getting back from a case, y/n found herself going back to her apartment, it was early in the morning, perfect timing to take a shower and go to bed to sleep all day. But as she got out of the shower, she got a notification on her phone, a reminder that today, they had planned a trip. She had planned a trip with Emily for her birthday. And she was now gone. Her birthday was tomorrow.

Her eyes got teary as she remembered the joy in Emily’s voice as y/n mentioned a trip with her for her birthday. They were supposed to go on a trip too for her birthday, but she had spent all day at JJ’s house with the rest of the team. And today, she was supposed to go on that trip with Emily, and by tomorrow, they’d already be at their destination, just having a day for them. She threw her phone on the bed and started sobbing uncontrollably, feeling her chest tightening as she dropped to the floor. Why did this happen? Why it had to be Emily? Why couldn’t she get there sooner? All the questions returned to her mind as she sobbed, wrapping her arms around her legs, holding them closer to her chest. She didn’t know how long she stayed there, but next thing she knew, she felt arms wrapping around her, startling her for a moment before she heard the soothing voice against her ear.

“You’re okay, I’m here.” JJ whispered softly as she held y/n tighter.

Y/n sobbed quietly as she turned in JJ’s arms and buried her face in the crook of her neck. “JJ…” she whispered softly as small sobs left her lips.

“I got you.” JJ said in a whisper as she kissed her head.

They stayed like that for a while, until at some point y/n started shivering noticing that she was still in just a towel and her hair was still dripping. Y/n sniffled as she pulled away slowly from JJ, looking up at her. “I should uh…I should get dressed.” She chuckled softly.

JJ nodded softly as she offered a smile, helping y/n stand up from the floor. “I’ll be in the kitchen. Coffee?”

Y/n nodded softly as she smiled. “You can look around, I’ll be out soon.”

JJ nodded again as she walked out of the room. Y/n sighed softly as she went ahead to get ready. JJ had been the only person who had seen y/n break like this. She had been the one checking on her daily, not leaving her side. Not that the rest of the team didn’t check on her, it had also been really hard for Spencer to process, so he had also spent most of his time with y/n. Y/n sighed softly as she finished brushing her hair and walked out of her room to meet JJ, who had already put some waffles in the toaster and was now doing some bacon. Y/n smiled softly as she sat on one of the stools as she looked at JJ.

“Why would you come here when we just got back from a case?” Y/n smiled.

JJ chuckled as she turned to put the bacon on a plate and shrugged. “Henry is at my mom’s, Will left for work before I even got home. Thought you could use some company.” She smiled as she looked at y/n. “And I also kind of needed it.” She went to grab the coffee, placing it in front of y/n.

Y/n tilted her head. “It’s been 7 months, JJ.”

“And I found you sobbing on the floor.” JJ raised her brow as she went for the waffles.

“It’s a bad day, you know I have those.”

“And I’m here for the bad days too. You don’t have to hide from me like you hide from the others.” JJ walked around the kitchen island and placed a plate in front of y/n, sitting down next to her.

Y/n sighed as she looked at the food in front of her. “Tomorrow is her birthday, you know?”

JJ nodded. “I know. Spencer wants to buy a cake for him and for Emily.”

Y/n shook her head. “I cannot imagine how hard this is for Spencer.” She said softly as she picked up her mug.

“Just as hard as it is for you.” JJ smiled softly as she placed her hand on y/n’s free hand. “We’ll go together. The whole team already signed up for it.” She grinned a little.

Y/n chuckled softly as she nodded. “Of course they did. What would I do without you guys?” She grinned as she turned to look at JJ. “Thank you. Seriously. You don’t have to do all of this, and yet, you’re the one who’s always here with me and for me. And I will always be thankful.”

“It’s nothing really. I love you, and I’ll always be here.” JJ smiled as she leaned in to kiss her head. “Now, let’s eat so we take a much needed nap, I’m exhausted. And yes, I plan on spending my day here with you.” She grinned softly.

Y/n chuckled softly as she nodded, rolling her eyes playfully. “Alright.”

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“So…” Y/n closed the door of Morgan’s office behind her and looked at both Morgan and Garcia. “What do you know so far?”

Morgan and Garcia stared at each other for a moment before Garcia looked back at y/n. “Uh…about what?”

Y/n tilted her head as she raised her brow. “Maybe the rest of the team wanna pretend that you guys are not doing anything, but I know you two.” She sighed. “So…you’re looking for Declan, aren’t you?”

Morgan sighed as he dropped the file he had in his hand and nodded. “We found him.”

Y/n’s heart stopped for a moment as she stared at Morgan. “Is he…is he okay?”

Morgan nodded as he offered a smile. “Emily made sure he was okay and had a good life. He’s in a good school, living with the person he grew up with.”

“But?”

Morgan sighed. “We know that’s not gonna last forever. Doyle could find him sooner or later.”

“So now the mission is to find him?”

Morgan nodded. “Yes.”

“And you’ll let me help you.”

“Y/n…” Garcia said softly.

“I will help.” Y/n snapped as she stared at them. “Yes, I wanna kill Doyle. If I see him I…” she nibbled on her lip as she took a deep breath. “I don’t know what I’d do if I see him face to face. But all I know…is that I want Declan to be safe. Emily worked hard to keep him safe.”

Morgan nodded. “Okay. But you gotta keep up with us, no games, Carter.”

Y/n grinned softly. “You got it, boss.”

Y/n knew maybe this wasn’t the greatest idea, she knew she has been thinking about this too much but never got the guts to do anything about it, and now that Morgan was a step ahead of her, she wanted to do this right. Not only was she at risk of losing her job if something went wrong, but she also didn’t know what she’d be capable of if she had Ian Doyle right in front of her. But so it went like that for around two months. Between Morgan and y/n, they’d go to Declan’s school to check on him and make sure he was safe. At times, y/n sat there in her car and stared at him, getting to see a bit of the kid he was and smiled at the thought of Emily doing anything and everything for him to be safe. That was Emily. That’s what she always admired from Emily, the dedication and empathy she had for the victims.

And then one day, it brought the memory of a conversation she had with Emily on a random rainy day at Emily’s apartment. They had been watching a movie, cuddling on the couch when all of a sudden, the power went off and they were left in the darkness. They both gathered all the candles that Emily had, and they stay cuddling on the couch, engaging in random conversations to keep each other busy.

“You know what JJ said?” Emily smiled softly as she ran her fingers through y/n’s hair. “She said that she saw me with kids…and the thought crossed my mind for a moment but…” she shrugged. “I don’t think so.” She chuckled.

Y/n sat up and sat down in front of Emily, smiling softly. “Why not?”

Emily’s brows furrowed slightly as she stared at her. “What? You…” she tilted her head. “…you’d consider it?”

“Kids?” Y/n smiled. “With you?” She shrugged. “Yes.” She nodded softly. “I mean…I’ve always liked kids and…I always imagined myself with kids. But the job…it just didn’t fit at the time.”

“But you’re willing to try?” Emily raised her brow curiously, waiting for her answer.

Y/n stared at her and smiled softly as she nodded. “JJ is right. I see you with kids and…” she shrugged. “I’d be lying to say that I haven’t thought about it.” She scrunched her nose and shook her head. “Too soon, right?”

Emily chuckled softly as she moved closer to y/n, placing her hands on y/n’s hips and pulling her into her lap, making y/n wrap her legs and arms around Emily’s waist and neck. “No…not too soon. Cause I’ve thought about it too.” She smiled softly.

Y/n’s smile widened as she leaned in and kissed Emily’s nose softly. “A little Emily wouldn’t be too bad…” She grinned.

“What if it’s a boy?” Emily raised her brow as she grinned. “Carter is a good name.”

Y/n furrowed her brows. “That’s my last name.”

“We could change it.” Emily bit her lip as she tried to hide her smirk.

Y/n’s heart stopped for a second as she stared at Emily, a silly smile appearing on her face. “Are you already proposing to me, Prentiss?”

Emily shrugged. “Just a thought.” She smiled. “Y/n Prentiss…sounds perfect to me.”

Y/n tilted her head and chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss her lips softly. “It does.”

Y/n’s eyes filled with tears at the memory, but she pushed it away as she leaned back in her seat and noticed recess was done so he was going back inside. And so it went on like that for a while. But then everything changed when they figured out that Doyle was back and he knew where Declan was, which made things more complicated now in a way. It seemed like this whole thing was not really over yet.

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“Y/n, Morgan is going to take care of it.” JJ said as she followed y/n.

Y/n shook her head. “He already tried, and he said nothing. I’ll go in there and get it out of him.” She said while she rapidly walked to the interrogation room.

JJ sighed and grabbed y/n by the arm, stopping her. “Hey!” She looked into her eyes and shook her head. “Maybe this is not a good idea.”

Y/n scoffed. “Why? Because he killed the love of my life so all of you think that I’ll kill him? I know better than to do that, Jennifer. Our priority is finding Declan, whatever happens to Doyle, is the least important thing on my list.” She snapped as she went back to walking.

Y/n knew JJ was right, it wasn’t a good idea for y/n to go in there with Doyle, but they needed to find Declan sooner or later, and it was hard to believe that he really didn’t know where he was when they perfectly knew that they had seen him already, so no…she didn’t buy it. She walked into the interrogation room, her blood boiling as he stared back at her.

“Agent.” Doyle nodded his head as he stared at her.

Y/n took a deep breath as she stood leaning on the door, her arms crossed. “Where is he, Doyle?”

Doyle shrugged. “I already told the other agent. I have no idea.”

Y/n scoffed. “And you think I’ll buy it? We have footage of you driving by the house where he was staying. Try again.”

“I don’t know.” Doyle simply said. He then smiled. “You right. I did find him, after you guys did. I should’ve thought harder.” He chuckled darkly. “Our beautiful girl liked cul-de-sacs. I should’ve bought her one when I could.”

Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine as he spoke, wanting nothing more than to walk to him and beat him up, but she stopped herself. “Where. Is Declan.”

“I know you’re trying to scare me. This is your strategy and-“

“I couldn’t care less what happens to you. It is known that not only us were looking for you, and I have no doubt that there is at least someone who would love to have your head. So don’t test me.” Y/n snapped. “I only care about finding Declan.”

Doyle tried to hide his worry with a huff of a laugh, staring right at y/n’s eyes. “Ah. You the girl she went to visit the day before. The person she was protecting the most.” He grinned. “She meant more than just a simple coworker, right?”

Y/n’s breathing became heavy at the mention, trying to stay as calm as possible. “We’re not here to talk about me…or Emily. We’re here to talk about Declan.”

“Did you get enough of her? Or did I took her way too soon?” Doyle smirked. “Because let me tell you that…even if she was not who she said she was…she was really good in bed.” He laughed.

Before y/n could think twice of what she was going to do, she was by Doyle’s side and soon enough, she punched him right in the face. But before she could do anything else, Morgan had walked into the room and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her out of the room as y/n yelled at Doyle to go to hell. Y/n tried for Morgan to let go of her, but Morgan kept his grip tight until they were in the hallway, JJ following them and leaving Rossi and Strauss behind.

“Let go of me!” Y/n pushed Morgan away and turned to look at them. “Didn’t you hear what he said?!”

“Which is why I told you it was a bad idea, y/n.” JJ said softly, not trying to pick up a fight with her.

Y/n ran her hand through her hair as she tried to calm down. She shook her head as she felt tears in her eyes. “He knew…he…” she sighed as she nibbled on her lip.

Spencer walked to them and placed his hands on y/n’s shoulder. “Let’s go get some air.” He said softly as y/n turned to look at him.

Y/n looked back at Morgan and JJ. “I’m sorry.” She said softly before she followed Spencer to the rooftop. Once they got there, y/n shook her head as she looked at the sky for a moment, her hand finding her necklace. “I knew I’d lose it.”

Spencer looked at her and nodded. “But you still went inside.”

“I don’t know why.” Y/n sighed. “I do want to find Declan. I know Emily cared for him.”

“But you also want revenge for Emily.” Spencer simply said as he nodded, shrugging. “I get it.”

Y/n looked at Spencer and smiled softly. “Cases like this gets the worse of us, huh?”

Spencer nodded as he offered a small smile. “Apparently.”

Y/n raised her brow as she grinned playfully. “You’re not gonna make a smart comment? Quote? Story?”

Spencer huffed a chuckle as he shook his head. “I just thought we could use some fresh air.” He looked at y/n and smiled. “And that you needed a friend.”

Y/n smiled softly as she walked to him and leaned her head on his shoulder as she looked back at the sky. “You’re always right, Reid.” She said softly.

They stayed there for another twenty minutes or so, until they both got a text from JJ saying they were needed for a meeting. Y/n furrowed her brows and looked at Spencer but said nothing as they returned inside. Once they got there, y/n stared at Garcia with a confused look, no one really knew what was happening, which confused her even more. When Morgan walked in with JJ and Rossi, y/n knew that something was definitely not right, but she tried to stay as calm as possible as she crossed her arms. Finally Hotch walked in the room and told everyone to sit down, making y/n turn to look at JJ for a moment as she stood beside him, but she stayed where she was along with Morgan.

“Seven months ago I made a decision that affected this team.” Hotch said calmly, staring at all of them. “As you all know, Emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. But the doctors were able to stabilize her.”

Y/n felt her heart drop as she stared at Hotch. “W-What?”

Hotch sighed softly as he looked down at the table. “She was airlifted from Boston to Bethesda under covert exfiltration. Her identity was strictly need-to-know.”

Y/n felt dizzy at his words, gripping the back of the chair in front of her. “You…you’re saying…”

Garcia stared at Hotch with tears in her eyes, her voice weak as she spoke. “She’s alive?”

“But we buried her.” Spencer simply said. Everyone had confused looks at this point.

“As I said, I take full responsibility for the decision.” Hotch said as he stared at me. “If anyone has any issues, they should be directed toward me.”

“Any issues?” Morgan snapped.

Y/n didn’t know where her eyes had started to water, her whole body trembling as she tried to process everything. She looked at JJ and suddenly everything made sense. “You knew.” She said almost in a whisper.

JJ swallowed as she stared at y/n. “Y/n-“

“You knew.” Y/n shook her head. “You…” she scoffed as she tried to avoid the tears to leave her eyes. She looked at Hotch and shook her head again. “How could you?”

“Oh, my God.” Garcia whispered softly.

Y/n furrowed her brows and turned to the door, her heart dropping as Emily stood there. Emily stared at everyone in the room until her eyes landed on y/n, a faint smile on her face, tears forming in her eyes. Garcia and Spencer were the first ones to stand up and walk to Emily to hug her. Y/n stared at Morgan for a moment and then her eyes went back to Emily. Her hand unconsciously went to her necklace as tears rolled down her face. She heard Emily’s voice, but it was like she was stuck in a dream, one of those dreams she’s had in the last seven months where Emily comes back and apologizes for leaving, and in the dream, she’s the happiest person, hugging her and kissing her and begging her to not leave again. But this was reality. She was here. They finally gave space for Emily to walk to Morgan and y/n, Morgan hugging her, a confused look on his face. And then there she was; right in front of y/n.

Emily had tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked at y/n. “My love…” she whispered softly. “I am…so sorry.”

Y/n stared at her, tears rolling down her eyes. She shook her head in disbelief. Her eyes studying Emily, her face, her body, just all of her. “You’re alive.” She finally whispered.

Emily smiled sadly as she nodded. “Yes.” She whispered softly as she stepped closer, placing her hands on y/n’s cheeks, stroking them softly. “I’m here.”

Y/n felt like her chest was going to explode as she felt her touch. She tried her best not to pass out right there as she stared at her. But instead of what she did in her dreams, she took her hands and took them away, letting them go. She cleared her throat as she turned to look at Hotch.

“Do you need me?” Y/n simply asked, her voice lower than she expected.

Hotch stared at her and understood what she was asking. He shook his head. “No. In case we need you, we’ll call you.”

Y/n nodded softly before she walked away. Emily sobbed quietly as she tried to follow after her, but Rossi stopped her. “We need to find Declan right now.”

JJ looked at Hotch. “I’ll go.” She said quietly as she went after y/n. She tried to catch her before she walked to the elevator, grabbing her by the arm carefully. “Hey-“

“You knew!” Y/n turned to look at her, tears rolling down her cheeks as she sobbed. “All this time…you fucking knew, and you didn’t say a thing.”

“You heard Hotch. It was for her safety, y/n. I would’ve told you if I had authorization, but-“

“Bullshit!” Y/n snapped as she sobbed, her bottom lip trembling. “You were there, JJ…you saw how I s-suffered.” Her voice broke as she spoke. “You saw me at my lowest and you didn’t think that it was a good idea to tell me the truth? She has been alive this whole time, I have been mourning her…I-“ she sobbed uncontrollably.

JJ tried to hold back her tears as she stepped closer to y/n. “Y/n, I’m sorry…”

Y/n shook her head. “Right.” She simply said before she entered the elevator and pressed the buttons to close the doors.

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“So…how angry is the team?” Emily asked as she walked with JJ.

JJ sighed. “They’re in shock.”

Emily stopped JJ and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry if y/n is upset at you.”

JJ shrugged as she smiled. “We knew it would happen. She’s just…she’s overwhelmed. Confused even.” She shook her head. “She had it bad for a long time, Emily.”

Emily’s heart broke as she heard JJ, nodding her head softly. She cleared her throat as she tried to swallow back her tears. “You think…you think that she’ll…want to talk to me?”

JJ smiled sadly. “I don’t know. At least, not right now. I don’t think she wants anyone from the team.”

Emilly nodded, smiling sadly. “Thank you…for keeping your promise.”

JJ smiled. “It is really good to see you.” She chuckled softly as she wrapped her arm around her waist as they walked back to the team.

Emily knew this would happen. All of these months that she had been away, she kept thinking of the day where she’d finally be able to come back and find y/n again. Of course she hadn’t expected y/n to wait for her, she didn’t even know how long it would take until she could come back to the states, and if she was being honest, it had happened way before than she thought. For a moment, she wished and begged that things would be okay, of course they wouldn’t be perfect, but at least that they would understand why she did this. And in all honesty, they had taken that decision for her, not giving her the chance to even tell the close people in her life that she was alive. Yes, she had been upset, she had been mad about it, but there was nothing she could do in this case, so for a long time, she had to play another role. Every single day, every single night, y/n was in her mind, wishing she could just reach out to her and tell her everything, even if it meant that she’d be in trouble for it, and that had been her greatest mistake. And now…he didn’t even know if y/n wanted to see her or talk to her.

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Emily took a deep breath as she stood in front of y/n’s door. It was past midnight, and she was sure that this was a mistake, and she was supposed to be staying at a hotel but all that had been in her mind, had been y/n. It had been such an eventful day, very overwhelming, and she wished she could just walk in and hold y/n in her arms. She took another deep breath before she knocked on the door softly, nibbling on her bottom lip as she waited, hoping that y/n would open the door. She looked back and hoped that the neighbors wouldn’t wake up for the knocking or ask why she was here so late. She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking that maybe y/n wouldn’t come to the door, thinking that it was anyone from the team, or even knowing that it was Emily, and she wouldn’t want to open the door and-

Y/n opened the door and felt her heart dropping as she stared at Emily. “Emily…” she whispered softly, her eyes on Emily’s.

Emily smiled a little. “Hi.” She whispered as she stared back into her eyes. “I uh…I’m sorry. I know it’s late and-“

“You just finished with the case.” Y/n nodded. “Morgan kept me updated.”

Emily nodded as she sighed. “Oh…well. Then you know what happened.”

Y/n nodded. “Are you okay?”

Emily nodded again as she smiled a little. “Declan is okay, which is…all that mattered.”

Y/n smiled a little. “I’m glad.” She said softly. She then looked around the hallway and knew perfectly that Emily was not just here to tell her that, so she decided to swallow back her feelings and let her in. “Come on.”

Emily’s heart warmed as she smiled, walking into the apartment. She looked around as she walked through the small hallway, noticing that nothing had changed. She then heard a meow, making her turn to the floor and her smile widened. “Serge!” She chuckled as she picked him up. “You kept him.” She looked at y/n as she walked to her.

Y/n smiled softly as she leaned over the wall. “P and I share custody.” She shrugged. “Since sometimes I need to leave, Penelope takes care of him. I decided to pick him up today.” She looked at Emily.

Emily sighed softly and kissed his head before putting him down and looking back at y/n, licking her lips nervously. “So…I don’t…there is so much to say.”

Y/n nodded as she crossed her arms. “There is.” She whispered softly as she looked down at the floor. “I…get why you did what you did.”

“But you’re still upset.” Emily said softly as she stared at her.

Y/n looked up at Emily and shook her head. “I’m not upset. At least…” she looked down at her hands as she cleared her throat. “…at least not anymore.”

Emily nodded. She didn’t say anything for a moment, taking in y/n’s appearance and feeling her heart sinking as she noticed the redness on her face and the puffy eyes. And then her face softened as she noticed the necklace. “You still using it.” She smiled softly.

Y/n looked up at Emily and then at the necklace. She chuckled softly as she grabbed it, smiling softly. “I never take it off.” She said softly as she looked back up at Emily. “You gave it to me…it was…one of the only things I had to hold on to you.”

Emily felt her eyes getting teary as she looked down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers. “I’m so sorry, y/n…” she whispered softly, her voice cracking slightly. “I never…if I had had the chance…I’d have told you.”

“You called.”

Emily looked up at y/n, her lips parting slightly. “I…yes.”

Y/n nodded as she smiled sadly. “The first time the phone didn’t register the call and it said unknown. And the other times…I noticed the number and I didn’t recognize the code.” She huffed a chuckle. “I asked Penelope, and she told me it was from Paris. I told her to ignore it and drop it.”

Emily nodded. “You blocked it.”

“No one ever answered anyway.” Y/n shrugged as she smiled.

Emily smiled. “I wanted to.”

“I bet.” Y/n nodded as she just stared at Emily.

Emily tilted her head as she nibbled on her bottom lip. “I made JJ promise that she’d take care of you. That’s why she was with you this whole time. And I know that…you’re…”

“Hurt.” Y/n interrupted her, feeling her eyes getting teary again. “I’m hurt that…this whole time…she was the one who saw me at my lowest. She was here when I was sobbing and holding your clothes, looking at your pictures. I went to her house, and we stayed in her room as I sobbed because something reminded me of you. She went with me to your…grave…whenever I wanted to go.” I shrugged as tears rolled down my eyes. “And the thing is…that I understand. I understand all of it and I dreamt so many times of you showing up at my door, telling me you were sorry but that you were back. And I’d hug you, and you’d hold me close, and I’d kiss you…and it would feel so real.” She sobbed softly. “And I wanted to do that when I first saw you. I’m…I don’t know how to feel, Emily. I am so confused. I don’t even know if I’m mad at you. God, I was so upset when I found out about everything. But I was so worried. And I was upset that you were gone.” She shook her head as she wrapped her arms around herself, looking down at the floor.

Emily took a deep shaky breath as she walked to her, raising her hands to touch her but then backing away, not sure if it was the right move. “I wanted to tell you everything. I swear I wanted to. But if I had…you would’ve been more at risk. I couldn’t let him know about you. I couldn’t…I couldn’t let him get to you.” She felt tears running down her cheeks as she stared at y/n. “I wanted to protect you. I wanted to protect the team.”

“You could’ve actually died, Emily!” Y/n snapped as she looked up at her. “I saw you bleeding! You were dying and I couldn’t even hold you because I was scared if I moved you, you’d bleed out! You…” she sobbed as her voice cracked.

And then she tried to push Emily, but Emily placed her hands on her shoulders, and then she started hitting her chest, not hard enough to hurt her and not for long. Emily wrapped her arms around her and held her close to her, cradling her to her chest. Y/n sobbed uncontrollably, gripping Emily’s jacket as she buried her face on her chest. Emily couldn’t help the tears that rolled down her cheeks, sobbing quietly as she kissed y/n’s head softly, her hand gently stroking her head, her fingers running through the strands in a soothing motion. They stayed like that for what felt like forever, neither of them saying a thing. Y/n closed her eyes as she heard Emily’s heartbeat, helping her calm down.

“I missed you…” Y/n whispered softly, small sobs leaving her lips.

Emily kissed her head again, her lips lingering there for a moment. “I missed you too. So much.” She sighed softly as she closed her eyes. “I missed you terribly. I am so sorry, baby. I am deeply sorry.”

Y/n sniffled as she wrapped her arms around Emily, nuzzling her face in the crook of her neck. “At least you got the vacation Rossi told you about.” She mumbled softly, a faint chuckle leaving her lips.

Emily chuckled softly, tears still rolling down her cheeks. Her smile then fainted slowly as she thought about it. “But you were not there.”

“We can always fix that.” Y/n said softly, pulling away enough to look up at Emily.

Emily looked at her, her face softening as she smiled, her face falling to her cheek to stroke it softly. “You…you forgive me?”

Y/n smiled softly. “There is so much we need to talk about…but Em…I cannot lose you again. I can’t.” Her voice cracked as she spoke the last words, looking right into those beautiful brown eyes that she missed.

“You’re not gonna lose me. I’m here to stay. I’m not going anywhere.” Emily smiled softly as she looked into her eyes.

Y/n smiled softly as she nodded. “I’ll find you if you ever leave again. Garcia and I won’t let you get away.” She grinned playfully.

Emily tilted her head, chuckling softly. “I don’t ever want to go. I’m here to stay.” She smiled softly, her eyes darting down to her lips for a split second before they returned to her eyes.

Y/n bit her lip softly as she smiled. “Do it.”

Emily furrowed her brows. “What?”

Y/n smiled softly before she leaned in and pressed her lips gently against Emily’s, a soft and yet firm kiss being placed on her lips. Emily smiled against her lips before she kissed her back, her stroking her cheek softly as y/n’s hands were placed on her back, pulling her close against her body. The kiss was gentle, sweet, it wasn’t rushed or hungry. It was like they just needed to feel each other’s lips, slowly dancing against each other’s, and that was it. As they pulled away, Emily couldn’t help the goody smile spread on her lips, a soft chuckle falling from her lips as she leaned her forehead against y/n’s.

“Yeah…I wanted to do that but didn’t know if it was the right thing to do.” Emily chuckled softly.

Y/n smiled, pecking her lips softly. “Like I said…I’ve wanted to do it since I first saw you.” She then tilted her head and raised her brow. “Unless…you have someone waiting on you in Paris.”

Emily laughed softly and shook her head. “You know I…” she scoffed. “All these months, I was scared that maybe you’d decide to move on and…once I was back…you would be happy with someone else.” She stared into her eyes. “I wouldn’t have blamed you, though.”

Y/n smiled softly, rolling her eyes playfully. “I, instead, spent all these months ugly crying on your favorite hoodie and then was upset because it didn’t smell like you anymore.” She grinned playfully.

“Oh, poor baby.” Emily said as she laughed. She leaned down again and kissed her lips softly. “I know there is so much we need to talk about but…do you think I could stay with you tonight?”

Y/n raised her brow playfully. “Is it too soon to talk about you moving in with me?”

Emily’s eyes light up at her words, her smile widening. “Not soon at all.” She giggled and leaned down to kiss her lips again.

For the next two hours or so, they both talked about everything that had happened while Emily was gone. Emily mentioned some of the things she did back in Paris, and then what was a serious conversation at first turned into a comfortable and sweet conversation, making up for lost time. Y/n knew deep down, she was still somehow hurt and maybe a little upset, but the fact that she had Emily back, that all of those dreams she’s had came true, made her realize that even if she still had a mess of feelings, she was happy to have her back, and this time she wouldn’t let her go so easily. Before they knew it, they were wrapped around each other’s arms and fast asleep, and for the first time in months, both of them had the best sleep.

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After being suspended for the events with Ian Doyle, y/n and Emily took a much needed time for themselves, ignoring phones and any technology, just spending their time with each other. They decided it was best if they looked for another place, start over, and so they made it their mission to find the perfect place for them. When they got called to court, both were nervous about the teams reactions, knowing that they were still shocked and a bit upset about Emily, and y/n hadn’t actually talked much to them. As Emily went in, y/n talked to Spencer for a while, until she saw JJ walking to them, offering a small smile as she approached y/n. Spencer noticed the hint and walked away, joining Rossi and Morgan.

JJ smiled softly as she stood in front of y/n. “I thought I wouldn’t get to see you today.”

Y/n shrugged. “I heard they’ll get us all inside at some point. So, you would’ve seen me inside.” She smiled softly. “JJ…”

“I’m sorry.” JJ said rapidly. “Emily and I wanted to tell you. I begged them to let me tell you, But they-“

“JJ, I’m sorry I snapped at you like that. I know why you did what you did, and I forgive you. I’m sorry I just snapped and didn’t let you talk.” Y/n titled her head as she smiled. “You were there for me, and you never left my side. Emily told me all about it.”

JJ smiled. “So I take it you guys are okay?”

“More than okay.” Y/n smiled softly. ‘We’re looking for a new place.”

JJ clapped softly as she chuckled. “I’m so happy you guys are okay. I’m so happy for you.”

Y/n chuckled softly as she wrapped her arms around JJ, hugging her tightly. A few hours more passed before they were back in the BAU, everyone waiting to hear from Strauss if they were free to go or if they were in more trouble. But then, Strauss broke the news that they were okay, and that Emily had to do with it, and to their surprise, Emily was offered back her job, which didn’t take her long to accept. Even if Emily knew that it would still take the team some time to adjust to her again and to forgive her for what had happened, Emily was willing to do anything to gain their trust back, and she was just happy to be able to be reunited with her family again.

Y/n closed the door behind her and walked to the living room where Emily was not sitting with Sergio beside her. She chuckled softly as she leaned over the couch. “He missed you.”

Emily looked up at her and smiled. “Guess he did.” She raised her brow playfully and patted her lap.

Y/n chuckled softly as she made her way to Emily, sitting on her lap with her legs on either side of Emily and wrapping her arms around her neck. “Hi.”

Emily chuckled as she looked up at her, wrapping her arms around her waist. “Hey there.” She smiled.

“So tomorrow we have an appointment at two. We got enough time to have a lazy morning.” Y/n grinned softly as she leaned down to kiss her nose softly and then kiss her cheeks.

Emily chuckled and nodded. “Perfect.” She leaned in and kissed her softly, smiling against her lips. “You know I love you, right?” Y/n raised her brow at her words, making Emily laugh. “I am going to say it more often, so get used to it.”

Y/n chuckled as she leaned down to kiss her lips. “I love you more. Thank you for coming back to me.”

Emily smiled and nodded. “Always, my love.” She kissed her lips again, pulling her closer to her, not leaving any space between them.

After months of insufferable pain, late nights, long days, etc., Emily could finally say that this was over. She was back to the place where she belonged, she was back with the love of her life and there was nothing else she could ask for. It was finally over.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfiction #criminal minds fic

[poisonlove]

Do you write angsty stuff?

Here's my idea:

Tara or Cairo x Reader

Tara/Cario are using Reader as a rebound after a failed relationship with Amber/Miller because Reader is in love with Tara/Cairo and they know it (It's been obvious to everyone but she was ignoring it. Maybe she didn't know how to respond, maybe she just enjoyed the attention.)

At the beginning Tara/Cairo tries to justify herself by saying R made it too easy, but..

...Long story short she starts to catch feelings. But then Reader finds out the only reason she got with R in the first place was to get over Amber/Miller.

Some sort of angst scene probably ensues.

Whatever ending you'd want is great to me.

But ofc if you're not up to it or you can't find the motivation: pretend you never saw this request. (feel free to dm me to say you don't plan on doing it though, i have a bad habit of getting my hopes up :p)

Used

Pairing: Tara carpenter X reader

Status: request

The café air was dense with the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans, and the soft murmur of conversations filled the space. I was sitting across from Tara, trying to start a conversation with my girlfriend.

But Tara was staring at her phone with an absorbed expression.

"How did it go today? Was the exam difficult?" I asked nervously.

Tara put down her phone and raised her head. Her gaze seemed lost in some distant world, my heart pounding tumultuously in my chest.

"Everything okay?" I asked, trying to break the ice that had formed between us.

Tara lifted her eyes to me, but her gaze seemed distant. "Yes, everything's fine," she replied faintly.

"Everything's normal at school… The exam was normal," she added weakly, her eyes glancing at the phone notification.

I played nervously with my fingers.

The atmosphere between us was tense, laden with a tension that seemed to grow with every second spent in silence. I wanted to say something, anything to fill that deafening void, but the words seemed stuck in my throat.

"And you? Everything okay?" she asked curiously.

Her eyes suddenly looked at me with total sweetness, and my cheeks turned red at being looked at with such intensity.

A small smile spread across her lips.

"It was a boring day… if it weren't for Mindy, I would have fallen asleep at the desk," I joked, and Tara smiled timidly.

Time seemed to pass slowly, the ticking of the clock on the wall seemed deafening in the oppressive quiet of the café.

Despite her bright eyes, I could sense that something was wrong with Tara. Her body was tense, her jaw was rigid, and every now and then she looked at me with eyes that screamed "I need to tell you something," but nothing came out of her mouth.

"I missed you," I confessed faintly.

I reached across the table and timidly took Tara's hand in mine. The brunette smiled broadly, making butterflies flutter in my stomach.

"Me too," she murmured weakly.

My eyes looked at Tara with total admiration, my heartbeats increasing recklessly every time she smiled at me.

Tara squeezed my hand.

I sighed, in love.

"Will you come over tonight?" Tara asked curiously, and I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Me? In the same room as Sam Carpenter?" I asked skeptically.

Tara's older sister was very, indeed excessively, protective of Tara. But I could understand… Both had faced the events of Ghostface, barely coming out unscathed.

"She adores you," she reassured me with a smile on her lips.

A phone notification caught her attention, her mood changing instantly. Her smile was replaced by a dark, cold look.

Tara stood up, her face dark and troubled. "I have to go," she said quickly without looking me in the eyes. "We'll talk later."

Without waiting for my response, she turned and disappeared out the café door, leaving me alone with the weight of the silence that permeated the air around me

(...)

"Look who we have here," exclaimed an annoyingly irritating voice.

After the unusual afternoon yesterday, I had decided to give Tara her space and wait for her mood to calm down before facing her. However, there were questions burning inside me.

I slammed the locker shut, the metallic sound echoing in the air. I turned towards Amber Freeman.

"What do you want, Amber?" I asked with an exhausted tone.

It was too early to face such a rupture.

Amber chuckled maliciously and crossed her arms over her chest, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

Mindy approached us and looked at the situation with confusion. "What's going on here?" my friend asked with genuine interest.

Mindy glared at Amber.

"I don't know," I replied to my friend with a small smile.

"I wanted to talk about Tara," Amber said sing-song.

My attention was immediately captured at the mention of my girlfriend: I knew Tara was her ex and that they had broken up for some strange reason… But now I didn't know what she wanted from her.

"Didn't she tell you?" Amber asked with fake innocence that made me grit my teeth.

Mindy widened her eyes and looked at me with concern. What's wrong with her? Does she know something Tara did? And why hasn't she told me anything?

"What was my girlfriend supposed to tell me?" I asked with a mix of anxiety and jealousy at the way Amber talked about Tara.

"The reason you're together," Amber said venomously.

"Amber, stop it," Mindy intervened, looking at the black-haired girl with anger.

What did I miss?

"What's going on here?" someone suddenly asked.

All three of us turned towards the sound of the voice and saw Tara looking at us with curiosity. Tara stood by my side and leaned in to give me a chaste kiss on the lips.

Amber made a strange noise in her throat.

"We were talking about you," Amber said irritably, her eyes looking at me with hatred.

Tara raised an eyebrow.

"She says you have to tell me something," I blurted with flushed cheeks, the warmth of Tara's lips still on mine.

"Come on, Tara… Tell her, or I will," Amber said challengingly.

Tara's body stiffened at Amber's words, and a strange feeling of discomfort invaded my body. Tara swallowed loudly and looked at me nervously.

"I…" Tara murmured timidly, biting her lower lip with nervousness.

"You know I'm in love with you, right?" she said, looking at me with worry.

"I'm in love with you too," I said in confusion, a smile spreading across my lips at her words.

"But…" continued the brunette with anguish.

I observed Tara closely, noticing the tremor in her voice and her labored breathing. The inner conflict tormenting her was evident, as if she were wrapped in a tangle of conflicting emotions.

"For God's sake! She used you to forget about me!" exclaimed Amber impatiently.

Mindy looked at me with concern, and Tara's shoulders stiffened at her ex's words. I smiled timidly at the absurdity of the situation and looked at the black-haired girl with strange confidence.

"The world doesn't revolve around you, Amber. Tara is in love with me," I replied, looking at Tara with a smile on my lips.

But my smile faded when I met Tara's gaze, her tear-filled eyes reflecting remorse and sadness. At that moment, everything I thought I knew was called into question.

"Tara… Is Amber telling the truth?" My voice trembled slightly, almost as if I didn't want to hear the answer.

My disappointment was palpable as Tara nodded, confirming Amber's words. It was as if a veil lifted from my eyes, revealing the harsh truth behind her actions. I felt as if I had been thrown into an abyss of betrayal and despair.

"I can't believe you did this to me, Tara," my words came out with difficulty, laden with disappointment and pain.

Tears began to fill my eyes, blurring my vision as disappointment seeped into my heart like a slow but lethal poison.

"I don't even know what to think now," I whispered, my voice breaking with emotion. "I feel so deceived."

Tara tried to grasp my hand, but I instinctively pulled away as if her touch could burn me. "Y/n, please… believe me when I say I truly love you," she pleaded, but her words sounded like a distant echo

My gaze drops, unable to maintain eye contact.

"What an embarrassing situation," Amber interjects with a satisfied smile.

Tara glares at her, her eyes brimming with anger and frustration. "It's your fault!" she retorts firmly, her voice laden with repressed ire.

Amber raises an eyebrow, defiant. "Oh, sure, blame me for all your mistakes," she responds sarcastically. "You never take responsibility for your actions, do you?"

The tension in the room is palpable as the two women exchange cutting looks and barbed words. I feel like a powerless observer in the face of this emotional storm, unsure how to intervene to calm the heated tempers.

But what am I saying? Tara used me and I’m still here, standing still?

The realization hits me like a lightning bolt, making the memories of the past few days flash through my mind. Tara’s behavior yesterday fits together like a puzzle: staring at her phone for no apparent reason, her empty eyes hiding who knows what thoughts, the nervousness she tried to conceal behind a forced smile.

"How stupid I am," I whisper, feeling a mix of anger and shame for being so naive.

Tara shifts her attention away from Amber and looks at me with guilt, the sadness and tears she had tried to hold back streaming down her cheeks. "Y/n, please… believe me when I say I really love you," she tries to plead, but her voice sounds empty to my ears.

"I don't think I can believe you anymore," I replied firmly, feeling a coldness take over inside me. "Not after what you've done."

Tara tried to take my hands again, tears silently streaming down her cheeks. "Y/n, please… I know I've made a terrible mistake," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "But please, I don't want to lose you. I love you more than anything in the world."

Her voice was a desperate lament, but my armor was now too solid to yield. "No, Tara," I said with a calm but firm voice. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to trust you again."

Her shoulders slumped under the weight of my words, and I saw the pain in her eyes as she struggled with the realization of the consequences of her actions.

"Please, Y/n, give me just one more chance," she pleaded, the tears flowing unchecked.

I slowly shook my head, trying to hold back the tears.

"Y/n…" Mindy intervened weakly.

I turned to Mindy, my gaze filled with anger and disappointment. "You knew, didn't you?" I asked coldly, the tone accusatory.

Mindy lowered her gaze, unable to meet my direct stare. "Yes, I knew," she admitted in a weak voice, her voice shaky with anxiety.

My anger grew, feeling the betrayal cut like a sharp knife. "And you didn't say anything?" I retorted, feeling the bitterness rise in my throat. "You let all this happen, knowing the truth?"

Her lips trembled as she tried to find the right words. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't know how to tell you," she defended herself, tears beginning to streak her face.

My disappointment turned into fury. "I don't want to hear from you anymore," I said harshly.

"Nor from you," I exclaimed venomously, addressing Tara.

Without another word, I walked away from them, leaving the room filled with tension and bitterness. My legs wobbled under the weight of the disappointment as I headed towards the exit, desperately trying to put distance between myself and the cruel reality I had just discovered.

My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as the sense of betrayal sunk deeper and deeper into me. With a broken heart and a devastated soul, I found myself wandering in the void of uncertainty, unable to find comfort or consolation. My trust had been betrayed, my world upended, and I didn't know how recover from this devastating blow.

#Sad #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday x you #jenna ortega x y/n #traidor #jenna marie ortega #tara carpenter #jenna x y/n #jenna x reader #tara x reader #amber freeman

[ilovepaigebueckerss]

the other women.

word count: 886 (kinda short)

pairing: p.b. x reader

summary: After the live incident with Azzi y/n confronts paige.

pt: 2/3 (I think there will be 3 parts idk)

NOT PROOFREAD SO NTM.

i hope yall enjoy thiss. im gonna remake part 1 because it doesnt really fit with this part too well. i mean its good enough for yall to get the plot of the story but ykkk. SO SORRY FOR MAKING AZZI A BAD PERSON YALL ITS FOR THE PLOTTT🙏🙏 tried to do the lil picture thing evb be doing cs i thought it was cute how we feeling?..

-love gabby💋

3RD PERSON

Paige wakes up to an empty bed. She blinks rapidly trying to blink the sleepiness away. Wincing as she feels the hangover coming in. She notices the advil and glass of water on the bedside table you left for her. There was ice in the cup indicating the glass was filled not too long ago.

She doesn’t hesitate to pick up the glass and pills and takes them with one big gulp.

YOUR POV

Whenever you’re mind is too loud you usually vent to Paige and cry in her arms. You couldn’t do that this time so you went for a walk. You honestly had no clue where you were because you were so consumed in your thoughts you lost track of where you were walking.

Youre phone pinged snapping you out of your thoughts.

my fav blonde🖕🏻: Where are you?

You stared at the message not knowing if you should respond or not.

Just out for a walk.

You respond dryly trying to let her know you don’t want to speak to her. You hated confrontation so you didn’t know what you were going to do about the whole Azzi situation.

my fav blondie🖕🏻: Thanks for the advil and water, bug.

You stared at the phone not even realizing you were crying until you saw the tear droplet falling down your screen.

That damn nickname. She had given it to you as a joke when you first started dating and it’s stuck ever since. Whenever she called you it, a wave of comfort rushed through your body. Now it was just making you sad.

“You okay?” you hear a semi-familiar voice call out.

You look up quickly wiping your tears and see this girl from your psychology class. Her name was Addie or something like that.

“Yeah” you manage to croak out.

“You sure? Doesn’t really seem like it.” she says chuckling attempting to lighten the mood.

“Yeah. Thanks for asking.” You say smiling.

She smiles back. She was pretty, she had freckles and was brunette.

“Do you need a ride?” She offers still smiling.

“If its not too much of a bother.” You say embarrassed.

“Ofcourse! Hop in.”

PAIGES POV

Guilt is rushing through my body remembering the events from last night. It all happened so fast and it was a mistake.

my baby: omw home. 🤍 (hearted the msg)

my baby: got a ride from this girl

I smiled seeing her notification.

Theres even a video going around and im just praying y/n didnt see it. She could take it the wrong way. I would have to tell her eventually. She just cant find out through a video on social media.

FLASHBACK: AT THE BAR

STILL PAIGES POV

Azzi was being extra touchy tonight but I just assumed it was the alcohol. I mean she knows I have a girlfriend and she loves her.

“Paige, you look so good” Azzi slurs out running her hand down my chest.

I quickly move her hand off of me. “Thanks Azzi.” I say smiling. She puts her red solo cup up to her mouth “I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight” I say grabbing the drink from her.

“Nooooo” She whines. I just laugh at her drunk antics.

She grabs my face and gets really close. “Never noticed how pretty your eyes were.” She says staring at my eyes.

I just smile awkwardly trying to get out of her grasp. Before I knew it her lips were on mine. I gently push her off me. “Azzi.” I begin. “Paige you know you want me just as much as I want you.” She cuts me off.

“I have a girlfriend. And shes the only girl I want.” I say sharply.

“This is bullshit” She spits, pushing herself off of me.

PRESENT TIME

3RD PERSON

“Thanks for the ride.” Y/n says smiling at the brunette. Who smiles back “Anytime.”

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Y/n is fumbling with her keys outside of the apartment door trying to find the right one. Once you find the key she puts it in the lock and unlocks the door.

Paige immediately shoots up of the couch and runs to her girlfriend. “Hi babyy.” she says smiling and giving you a hug. “missed you.” she says in your neck.

The feeling of Paige’s breathe on your neck made you shiver.

“Hey.” You couldn’t help but smile, missing Paiges warmth.

You let go of each other and you wander off into the kitchen while Paige goes back to her spot on the couch.

“Hey can we talk?” You manage to say. Paige looks up at you and hums in response already knowing what you’re going to say.

“What happened last night..” You pause and clear your throat “With Azzi?” You say trying to hold back your tears.

“Y/n I promise it wasn’t what it looked like.”

“Then what was it Paige.” You snap all your built up anger coming out. “Because it looked like the love of my life cheating on me with her BEST FRIEND.” You say emphasizing the last two words.

“Please let me explain baby.” Paige says, tears pricking her eyes.

“Don’t call me that.” You say coldly.

“You don’t need to explain anything I saw what I needed to see.” You say before Paige could open her mouth to speak.

You walk out of the door not wanting to make the situation worse.

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thank you for reading mwahh!

#uconn wbb #wbb #paige bueckers #fanfic #uconn huskies #paige x azzi #azzi fudd #ncaa women’s basketball #paige bueckers fic #wlw

[stinkysposts]

FRENEMIES TO LOVERS GOJO X READER PLSSSSSSS

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

My first request, hopefully you enjoy it!!

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You and Gojo had known each other since your high school years. Since there weren’t many students at the school, it was inevitable that you would meet and be paired together for missions. This is what eventually started your…interesting relationship. You couldn’t exactly say that you hated each other…but maybe getting into petty arguments almost everyday had to count for something. Now it’s ten years later, and you two couldn’t help but continue this pettiness even into adulthood. As a first grade sorcerer, you were often sent on dangerous missions. You were used to it by now though, it’s just part of the job after all. You signed up for this…even if you didn’t know exactly what you were signing up for as a teen… Anyways

You look down at your work phone and roll your eyes when you see an email notification from Yaga. Seems like another mission has been set up for you, and you need to collect the details from Yaga at the school. You cringe a little internally as you remember the blindfolded idiot is a teacher there. You sip your coffee as you think about possible escape routes if you were to run into Gojo, as you didn’t have the energy to deal with his antics right now…and all the feelings you get while seeing him. Feelings of…the past, the present, and maybe even a future. You shake your head before you get too lost in your thoughts and pick up your coffee cup as you spot Ijichi waiting outside in the car. You get in and greet him and he returns your greeting with a polite smile. As he starts the car and drives towards the school you can’t help but space out as you look out the window. Damn, he’s the longest lasting non sorcerer yet. How has he not died??? Wait, you shouldn’t think that…that’s not nice. Sigh. Oh, we made it!

You hop out of the car and exchange polite goodbyes with Ijichi before stepping into the school, swiftly making your way towards Yaga’s office. As you walked through the halls you could only reminisce about your time at school and as a carefree teen. You smile to yourself, lost in your thoughts when you suddenly bump into someone. You quickly step back, startled.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry I-“. You stumble back and look up to get a good look at who you just ran into. To your surprise, or rather dismay, you see the one and only Satoru Gojo staring down at you with his signature cocky smirk. You look up at him and purse your lips, already regretting coming through this hallway at all.

“Well well well, look at this! The lovely Y/n has graced us with their presence once more! To what do I owe the pleasure?” You could practically see the condescending look in his eyes even though he was wearing that stupid blindfold. Has anyone told him he looks like a dandelion when he’s wearing it??? Whatever.

You shake your head at him and clasp your hands together in an attempt not to claw that stupid smirk off his face.

“I’m here because Yaga wanted to see me to provide some necessary details for the mission I’m going on. That’s all.” He tilts his head to the side.

“Mission? I don’t recall Yaga setting us up for a duo mission.” You immediately scrunch up your nose and you know what he’s implying. He’s saying you’re too weak to go on missions on your own. How rude.

“I’ll have you know that I’m perfectly capable going on missions alone. I don’t need you and your freakishly blues to accompany me anywhere.” You eyeball him and start to walk past to get to Yaga’s office.

“Hey! I’ll have you know that many people have said my eyes are a very pretty ocean blue!!” He calls out to you as you walk away in mock offense. He shakes his head while still having that same condescending smirk. Gosh, he’s infuriating to look at.

You eventually make your way to Yaga’s office and he hands you the mission details. A mission in the countryside, and the only way you could get there was by a long train ride. This was going to be a fun one. You thank Yaga for the information and quickly make your exit, making sure not to run into Gojo again.

…

A few days later you return to Tokyo after your mission was done. Yaga estimated it would take around two days, it took you four. It’s not a big deal though, the mission is done and no serious injuries were sustained. Well, for the most part. The cursed spirit managed to catch you off guard at one point and injure your leg. Nothing that required instant attention though, at the time you just bandaged it up and disregarded it. Now that you’re back at the school however, you decided to give Shoko a visit, just so that you could make sure nothing was wrong with your leg. Plus, Shoko had been a friend of yours since your school days, it would be nice just to sit and talk if she wasn’t busy of course. You made your way to the nurse’s office and poke your head in. Luckily, she was there and didn’t seem too busy.

“Shoko!!” You greet her as you walk in and she turns around and greets you with a tired smile.

“Y/n, what brings you by?” She sets down some files she was organizing and walks over to you.

“Oh nothing…just got back from a mission and wanted you to check out a little injury I sustained. Nothing major though, don’t worry. It’s not like I lost my lower half or anything.” You shrug. “And I wanted to see you! I swear we don’t hang out enough, we’re both so busy, especially you.”

She hums in thought as she leads you to the examination table and helps you up.

“You’re right, I wish you and I could hang out more often. Or at least get away from work for a bit.” She starts to roll up your pant leg and examine the injury. She sighs and shakes her head.

“You should’ve gotten treatment for this sooner, you’re lucky it’s not too bad. But, I know anything I’ll say will go in one ear and out the other, you’ve always been so stubborn.” Before you could respond, you hear the door to the nurse’s office burst open and you see a tall figure standing in the doorway. As soon as you spot the mop of white hair, you know exactly who it is.

“Shokooooo! I’ve come to-“ He pauses midway through his sentence when he sees you there. Shoko looks at him over her shoulder and sighs once again. She does that a lot huh.

“Gojo, I’ve told you multiple times that you need to knock, especially since I might be with a patient. Like I am now.” She goes back to examining your leg and Gojo’s gaze is direct towards the injury.

“Y/n??? Are you alright??? When did this happen??” He looks a little caught off guard at the sight of your injury. You raise an eyebrow at him, a little perplexed at how concerned he’s acting.

“Oh this? It’s nothing, just a little hiccup during my mission. But it’s fine, really.” He frowns slightly, but before he could say anything Shoko shoos him away.

“Sorry Gojo, you know my policy. While I’m treating a patient it’s best if nobody else is in the room if they don’t have to be.” He lets out a loud, dramatic sigh but leaves the room without protest. Weird, usually he’d make a big deal over being ushered out of the room. You’re lost in thought once again as Shoko treats your wound and eventually, she’s finally done.

“Alright, I suggest not putting too much stress on it for now okay? And next time, get some actually treatment instead of just messily bandaging it up.” You smile at her sheepishly as you hear her scolding you once more.

“Sorry Sho, won’t do it again, thanks for all your help!!” You pat her head and quickly scurry out of the room to avoid getting lectured. As you walk outside, you see Gojo waiting down side, still with that frown.

“What?? What’s up??” You furrow your eyes and look up at him. You get annoyed by his silence and start making steps to walk away when he suddenly takes a hold of your wrist. His grip isn’t hard or painful, just firm.

“Y/n, you should’ve been more careful!! How did you even get injured in the first place??” You’re a little taken aback by this sudden flurry of words at your face. Where is this coming from???

“Um, excuse me?? The first thing you do when you see me is berate me?? You need to calm down.” Gojo pauses for a moment and seems to calm down. He lowers his blindfold and now it hangs around his neck. You can see his freaky blue eyes, well maybe not freaky. Now that you’re up close you can see that they’re actually…really nice. A nice clear, sparkling blue…

“Sorry Y/n…I got a bit carried away. But my point still stands. You need to be more careful when you go on missions like that by yourself…” Your gaze softens slightly when you hear the concern in his tone.

“…why are you so bothered by it?” Gojo purses his lips for a moment and you swear you could see his cheeks flush the lightest shade of pink.

“I worry about you, you know? I know I call you weak and stuff…but I know you’re capable. I just don’t want anyone else I care about getting hurt, especially…you.” Your eyes widen slightly as he speaks. Is this some sort of confession?!

“Listen y/n I’m just gonna say it. I care about you, a lot. Maybe more than a friend usually does. I tease you a lot, but I also like you a lot, you know? You get what I’m trying to say here right…?” You couldn’t help but let a small smile slip past your lips. You knew that Gojo wasn’t that good at expressing himself at times, especially his emotions.

“Yes, I know what you’re trying to say, I I didn’t think you felt that way..” Your eyes sparkle slightly as you look up at him. He leans down ever so slightly..

“Can I…?” You can see the slight pout of his lips. Instead of answering, you press a soft and gentle kiss to his lips, melting into his embrace as he wraps his strong arms around you. Once you pull away, his eyes are sparkling.

“Sooooo…you’re not a bad kisser.” Your cheeks flush slightly. He always has to ruin the moment with something. But…you can’t help but find him endearing.

“You’re not half bad yourself. C’mon, let’s get outta here, I know a new sweets shop just opened up nearby.” You intertwine your hand with his and lead him away as he chats happily with you while you listen. He’s a handful, but now he’s yours. Good luck.

I def need to work on my enemy writing skills 😭

#jjk fanfic #jjk scenarios #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x you #jjk #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk headcanons

[winchesterwild78]

Forgotten

Story Warnings: Language, angst, anxiety, accusations of cheating, fluff, SMUT

A/N: I had to write a quick story about a birthday and how Jensen forgot. The idea came to me since my birthday was earlier this week. No disrespect to his family or wife, this is a work of fiction and does not depict real life.

Characters: Jensen x Reader-married, Jared, Gen and unnamed characters

All work is my own. Don’t take it. I wrote this and edited quickly. Please overlook any mistakes. Feedback on any of my writing is always welcome.

Minors DNI 18+

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You sat in your living room answering texts, phone calls and replying to posts on social media. It had been a long but good day at work. Your coworkers surprised you with a cake and some amazing gifts. When you married Jensen you wanted to make sure you were able to keep your job. You enjoyed your coworkers and loved working with kids.

As the calls, texts, and posts kept rolling in your heart broke with each notification. The one person you wanted to hear from the most was Jensen. He was away doing a project so you knew he was busy. As the day wore on your heart broke more. Gen called you to tell you Happy Birthday and to chat. “Hey Y/N, Happy Birthday girl! How have you been today” she asked in her cheerful way. “Hey, Gen. I’m okay. Just trying to keep up with all the birthday wishes. How are you and the family doing” you asked as your voice cracked. “Pretty good, the kids are outside playing and I’m getting ready to cook dinner. Just got off the phone with Jared and he said he and Jensen were wrapped for the day and heading to dinner.” She told you. “Oh, okay. Well I need to get my dinner started too. Thanks for calling me. Bye Gen” you said holding back tears.

You held it together until you hung up. The world around you crumbled as you realized Jensen forgot your birthday. Your heart broke. The rest of the evening was a fog. When you crawled into bed you grabbed your phone and sent Jensen a text.

Me: I’m going to bed. I wish I could have heard from you today. I love you, Jensen.

You sat your phone on the table and turned off notifications. Sleep finally washed over you after crying for about an hour.

The next morning you woke up with a headache. You checked your phone and still nothing. The sadness was replaced with anger. What the hell is so important that he couldn’t even text you back. You scrolled social media and then the anger was replaced with absolute rage. You saw pictures of Jared, Jensen and some of the cast out partying last night. In each picture one of his female costars was hanging all over Jensen.

You growled out “what the fuck! So this is what was more important than me.” You took screenshots and sent them to Jensen.

Me: So this is what was more important than me yesterday?!?! You forgot my fucking birthday and then I see you were out with her and letting her hang all over you. You know what, just fucking stay there!

Jensen was standing beside Jared when his phone went off. He smiled when he saw the notification was from you. Then his heart dropped. Jared noticed the color drain from Jensen’s face. “Dude what’s wrong” he asked. Jensen raked his hands through his hair and down his face. “I fucked up big time man. I forgot Y/N’s birthday yesterday and then she sends me this” he shows Jared the text. “Oh damn. How did you forget her birthday man and why would you let her hang all over you.” Jared asked. “I don’t know. Shit, how am I going to make this right” Jensen said.

Jensen stepped away and called you. It rang and you saw it was him calling. You didn’t answer. He hung up and called back. Jensen did that about 5 times before you finally answered the call. “What?!” You hissed as you answered the phone. “Babe I’m so sorry I fucked up. I didn’t mean to forget your birthday. Please forgive me.” Jensen pleaded.

“Why. You didn’t just forget my birthday Jensen, you let her, of all people HER hang all over you like you two were together. I saw you in the pictures. You fucking enjoyed it. Damnit Jensen. You know how her and I feel about each other. She’s wanted you since she started on the show and she hasn’t been subtle about it either.” You broke down crying. “I am so sorry baby. I swear I don’t want her. I love you more than anything and I swear I’m going to make it up to you.” He said with fear and sadness in his voice. “You know what Jensen, no. I love you but no. There is no fixing what you did and what you allowed to happen” you said sternly.

“I need to go. Goodbye Jensen” you hung up. Jensen stood in place looking at his phone for what seemed like hours. Jared walked over to him and asked what happened. “I blew it man. She doesn’t want to talk to me. She said there isn’t anyway to fix this. I don’t know what to do man” Jensen said with tears in his eyes.

Jared grabbed him and said “Go home! Go to your wife. Make her listen to you and make her feel like she’s the only woman in the world. If you love her and want to fix this then go. I’ll talk to the director you book a flight!” Jensen pulled Jared into a hug and took off towards his trailer to get a flight home.

You were sitting on your bed with a picture from your wedding day. You both looked so happy and so in love. You felt incredibly lucky to have met him and to have fallen in love with him, and to have him fall in love with you. You held the picture to your chest and cried. You had always felt not good enough for him and his newest co-star was a model and didn’t hide the fact she was in love with him. She found every excuse to touch him and be close to him. She’s made snarky comments about you and to you. The last time you were around her you both got into a heated argument that almost resulted in an assault charge.

You laid down clutching the photo and cried yourself to sleep. You didn’t care if it was the middle of the day. Your heart was shattered and all you wanted to do was fall asleep to the memory of a happier time.

Jensen found a flight that left within the hour and he booked it. He packed quickly and Clif got him to the airport fast. “Go get your girl man” Clif said as Jensen took off towards security. Jensen boarded the plane and sent you a text.

J: Baby I know I fucked up. I love you and I’m going to make this right. I’ll love you until my dying breath Mrs Y/N Ackles. Today, tomorrow, forever.

You heard your phone go off but you ignored it. Soon sleep fell over you and you dreamed of your wedding day and of the wedding night. Jensen had always been an incredible lover but your wedding night was something else. He was so gentle and loving. You two explored every inch of each other’s body and you made love so many times. Even in a deep sleep the memory brought a smile to your tear stained face.

Jensen’s legged bounced nervously as the plane approached the gate. He turned his phone off airplane mode and checked his messages. There still wasn’t anything from you. “Shit! I fucking blew it.” Jensen mumbled under his breath. He sent Jared a text to let him know he landed and was getting ready to leave the plane. Jared sent him a text and told him everything was good at work and they gave him 2 weeks off for the “family emergency” Jared told them Jensen had.

Jensen: Thanks brother. I owe you one.

Jared: No you don’t. That’s what we do. Now go fix this.

As soon as the plane doors opened Jensen was running towards the exit. He grabbed an Uber and headed home. It took a good half hour to get home. The driver was polite and obviously was a fan. Jensen did his best to answer questions and be friendly but his mind kept wandering to you.

When the car pulled in the driveway Jensen noticed how dark the house looked. He was afraid you had left him. He got out of the car and ran up the steps to the door. Jensen pulled out his keys and unlocked the door and walked in. He called your name but there was no answer. Each step he took was met with silence and his heart sank.

He climbed the stairs and walked to your bedroom door. He opened it and saw you lying on the bed still holding the picture. He smiled and walked over to you. If you were holding that picture there had to be hope. He sat on the bed and softly touched your face and whispered your name. “Y/N, baby wake up. I’m home sweetheart” Your eyes fluttered open and you saw your husband sitting on the bed. You sat up shocked. “Jens, what are you doing here.” You asked him. “I told you I was going to fix this. I’m so sorry baby. I really am.” He said as he caressed your cheek. You leaned into his touch.

You threw your arms around him and lunged into his lap. He pulled you in for a kiss and as soon as his lips were on yours you deepened the kiss. You moaned into his mouth as his hands ran up your body. He picked you up and laid you down on the bed. Jensen hovered over you and kissed your lips. Working his way down your neck and on your collarbone. His hand lifted the hem of your shirt and his fingers danced up your body.

Fire ignited on your skin with every touch. He pulled your shirt over your head revealing your bra covered breasts and he bit his lip. Your hands pulled at his shirt until he pulled it over his head with one pull. Your hands ran up his toned chest. Your fingers dancing over each freckle.

Jensen reached around your back and with one hand unhooked your bra. You helped him remove it and your full, ample breasts sprang free. Jensen growled as he looked at them and took a nipple in his mouth. You threw your head back with a loud moan of pleasure. Electricity surged through your body as Jensen worked each nipple. He sucked and nibbled as you felt the heat and slick pooling between your legs.

Jensen leaned you back and pulled off your pants and panties with one pull. He used his knee to separate your legs. Biting his lip as he looked at your body on full display. He looked down and noticed the slick sliding between your folds. He took his fingers and parted your lips and felt the wetness. “Damn baby, all this for me” he asked. You nodded. He took two fingers and hooked them inside your dripping pussy. Pumping in and out. The smell and sound of your arousal in the air.

Jensen locked his eyes on yours as he helped you chase your release. Thoughts of the last few days started to fade as you looked your husband in the eyes. Seeing all his love and desire behind his green eyes.

You bit your lower lip and moaned Jensen’s name. “God I love when you moan my name sweetheart” Jensen panted. Jensen cupped your breast with his free hand and licked at your hard nipple. As he nibbled your nipple he felt your walls tighten around his fingers. His thumb rubbed circles on your swollen clit. “Jensen I’m close. I’m gonna cum” you breathed out. “Cum for me baby” he whispered in your ear.

You came hard and screamed his name. As you came Jensen’s lips captured yours sending chills through your body. As you came down from your high you looked at your husband and bit your lip. “Please Jens, I need you” He smiled softly and removed his pants and boxers. His already hard cock sprang free and on there was a bead of precum that danced in the soft light. You leaned forward and licked the pink tip of his long, engorged cock. Causing it to twitch at your touch.

You licked your lips and took his length in your wet, warm mouth. Jensen moaned loudly. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of Jensen grunting and the wet sounds of flesh being sucked. Jensen pulled away and you frowned. “No baby. Tonight is about you. I don’t want to cum yet” He whispered as he cupped your face. You nodded and leaned back.

As you laid back Jensen placed himself between your legs and lined himself up. He gazed down at you with lust and love in his eyes and you nodded. He pushed his length inside you and you gasped with pleasure. He stopped giving you time to adjust but you moved your hips, silently begging for more. Jensen pushed all the way in bottoming out and you gasped loudly as he moaned.

He kissed you as he set a slow pace. Your hands on his chest. Lightly touching his toned body. Gripping his large biceps with each thrust. His hands running over your breasts as they bounced with each movement of your bodies. Jensen leaned down and kissed you.

You wrapped your legs around his hips trying to push him in deeper. Jensen took that as an invitation to pick up the pace. He hooked both his hands around each leg and lifted them up on his broad shoulders. You moaned at the change of position. Jensen picked up the pace and you pushed back against him. He was going deeper now and hitting that sweet spot. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge again. “Jens I’m going to cum again” came from your lips. “Me too baby. Cum for me again” Jensen demanded in a voice laced with passion and need. You both came hard. Jensen grunted as his hot seed coated your walls and you screamed his name raking your nails down his back.

He let himself go soft before he pulled out. As he got up he kissed the tip of your nose and said he’d be right back. He returned with a warm cloth to clean you both up. He threw the cloth in the hamper and laid beside you. Taking you in his arms he placed kisses all over your face causing you to giggle.

“Jensen I can’t believe you came home in the middle of filming. You’re going to lose your job. I know how important your job is to you”you said with concern in your voice. “Nothing is ever more important to me than you. It’s worked out thanks to Jared and you have me for 2 weeks before I have to leave. Please believe me when I tell you how sorry I am I forgot your birthday. It was not intentional and I don’t want anyone but you. You’re my world and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you. I love you, Y/N” He whispered as he pulled you tighter.

“I love you too, Jensen. I’m sorry I overreacted and got so jealous. I know you don’t want anything to do with her and you’re an incredibly faithful husband. I still can’t believe you flew home for me” you said with shock in your voice. Jensen pulled you closer and kissed your forehead “I’d do whatever I needed to do to get home to you when you need me. There is nothing and nobody more important to me than you.”

You smiled at him and kissed his lips. “Jens, about that. I don’t think that’s going to be entirely true anymore.” He looked confused “what, why would you say that. You’re the most important person in my life.” You looked your husband in the eyes and cupped his face. “Jensen, I’m pregnant” you whispered tenderly. He smiled and kissed you. “I’m going to be a dad” he questioned. “Yes my love. You’re going to be an amazing dad” you replied. “I found out on my birthday and I got so excited I couldn’t wait to tell you. That’s why got so upset. My greatest moment of joy and I couldn’t wait to tell you. Telling you now and seeing your reaction is far better than telling you on the phone. I love you, husband” you said gently. “I love you too, wife and our little bean” he pulled you in for a kiss as he rubbed your belly.

You forgave Jensen and realized sometimes the best gifts are worth waiting for.

Forever as tags: @nescaveckdaily @kr804573 @jensengirl83 @k-slla @jackles010378 @jawritter @xx-spooky-little-vampire-xx @roseblue373

#hes gorgeous #jensen ackles x plus size reader #jensen ackles #so damn sexy #jensen ackles smut #jensen ackles x reader #jackles

[smolwritingchick]

That Could've Been Me

I'm still working on the brainstorms but I found this in my documents and hoped it would hold you. A random idea I thought of. Maybe Jennie's private dance practice videos would leak when one of her dance friends gets hacked on Instagram and the hacker posts a few videos of Jen dancing sexy to expand her skill. This is just some randomness. Not sure when I'd put it in if I decide to :)

Maybe a part 2 down the line??

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"Ah, shit...here we go..." Jennie groaned, feeling her face flush with embarrassment as she scrolled through the comments of her latest Instagram photo regarding her dance videos.

The list went on with likes from fans, celeb friends, nonceleb friends and everyone else coming through to her page out of curiosity. So many people were liking the post on her friend's page with the various dance videos and it was NOT supposed to happen. Sure, it was just her dancing but she didn’t want them posted. Especially when she was still in practice mode and was not up to her standards for dancing this type of style. She wanted to post something about her progress but not yet. The leaks gave her whiplash as her notifications began to blow up.

Lifeofdesiigner- hey big head! 

Justrandomeveryday- OK JW! 

Jessicah_o- ummmmm yasssss! 

jacksonwang852g7- WOW!!

bensimmons- I could have been your dance partner Ms.Walker

bambam1a- MA'AM!! 

marktuan- Jennie!!!

She even saw her best friend, Angelina’s comment, 'Lmfaoooo hey big head!! You look like a snack in the videos! Don't sweat it!'

Even her sister Alani, ‘You are sooooo extra with that grinding, ahahahah, go tf off!’

And also her sister Vienna, ‘Someone PLEASE check on Jungkook!!'

Various other comments included:

'I love you!'

'Oh my!'

'And this is all Jungkook’s! Lucky man!'

'Anyone know if she still taken?'

'So are you SINGLE SINGLE? Can I shoot my shot?'

'Dayum look at my mom!'

'Can we learn that choreography and dance together?'

'Jungkook is lucky af.'

'Hey uh…can you open my DM?'

It amused her to see how they were all going on about it. She had planned to post some progress when she felt better about her technique with it. Now everybody knew she was learning a more sensual way of dancing. 

Buzz Buzz Buzz

Jennie checked her phone to read her friend's text, 'Jen omfg I'm so sorry about all this! Idk how I got hacked!'

She sighed. No point in getting angry about it. It wasn't her fault. People have no respect for privacy these days.

Jen: Gurl it's fine...it's pretty much out of our control now. PLEASE do that two step factor for your log in lol. 

Her mind wandered to the guys. Oh man, she hoped Jungkook didn't see them. Or the members. The last thing she needed was to hear their reactions to it all. 

Trying to ignore the chaos, she avoided social media and went about her day like normal. She managed to avoid the members who went about their day freely, out of the dorm while she stayed at the dorm, chilling in her room. The one person she wanted to avoid the most about it was Jungkook and it seemed like perhaps she had been spared by his reaction.

However, she would be very wrong.

Jungkook knew. 

Earlier that day, scrolling through Twitter he saw that Jen was trending. Shooked, wasn’t even the best word to describe his reaction as he leaned in close, tilting his head, focused on the screen when it showed her leaked sexy dance covers.

He couldn’t help but feel envy overcome him when he saw that a lot of male idols had seen it before him and posted some flirty comments on her Instagram page thanks to screenshots from ARMY on Twitter to document how people were reacting. 

How come she didn’t ask him to dance with her? All that grinding looked like it could use a partner and could lead to something much more physical than dancing if they wanted to go that far.

As Jennie walked into the kitchen, her stomach dropped when she saw Jungkook sitting on the couch, on his phone. It looked like he had been the only member to return from going out.

"H—Hey! You're back. What's up?" she blurted out, trying to hide her nervousness.

Jungkook looked up and smiled. "Hey, I just got back. You all right?"

"Yeah! Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

He nodded as he watched her closely. "Anything interesting happen today?"

"No, no, not at all. Things are fine. I'm just...playing the sims," she nervously laughed.

"I see. I'm going to make noodles. You want some?"

"Yes, please. Thanks," she smiled and went back to her room to continue playing her game.

'Ok...maybe I'm in the clear...' she thought to herself as she started to relax a bit more.

After eating with him, the two hung out in her room with him sitting in her chair by her desk while she sat on her bed, watching a Marvel movie with him. Distracted was an understatement as Jungkook's mind continued to wander back to her videos and he finally decided to speak up about it.

"So, film any dance covers as of late?" he asked out of nowhere, causing her to almost choke on her water.

'Shit.' she thought in alarm, stiffening at his question.

She placed her water down and turned to him. "I—I can explain!"

"I'm listening," he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

"I was just messing around,"

"Yeah, that one video of you messing around with that chair was very interesting,"

"It wasn't anything, okay? It's not a big deal,"

"To everybody else on your Instagram, it seems that it is,"

She groaned. “It wasn’t even that great. I didn’t want them posted because it wasn’t up to my standards, yet. I still wanted to practice,"

“It wasn’t that great? Do you understand how crazy those videos were driving me? My girlfriend’s dance covers get leaked and it’s nothing but sexy dances and I have to see all these male idols commenting under her page.”

She watched him express himself. The jealousy radiated off him as he poked the inside of his cheek and shook his head.

“That could’ve been me on that chair, too," he went on. "And that could’ve been me you were grinding on. I want to see it. Right here. Right now,"

"Right now!?" she exclaimed as her eyes widened. "Are you for real?"

He bit his lower lip softly and leaned back against the chair with his gaze on her intensifying. 

"Yeah...lock the door," 

#smol brainstorm #smol ideas #smol drabble #jungkook x oc #jungkook x black oc

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

it's hard to imagine that if they actually dated she would be posting bts content from 2020 to prove it. like she would have to have something she took herself. she has been stoking these rumors for years and she has yet to show something that proves they have ever even met irl. i hope the rumor that he moved out before enlisting is true because this is getting old.

"she has been stoking these rumors for years and she has yet to show something that proves they have ever even met irl." Exactly, yeah.

There was someone yesterday or the day before who sent an ask arguing in favor of every story she posted the other day and how she couldn't have possibly gotten those from anywhere else when she very much could've. All I'm gonna say is people have literally worn Jimin's fake love outfits because somehow fans got a hold of it, and someone was able to get his mail from BTS own home. Also, when that guy posted the heart jikook photo and some other Jimin photo from Japan in like 2018/2019, everyone immediately and unanimously agreed that he couldn't possibly be their friend anymore because if he was he wouldn't have posted those photos. And I agreed with that because I've also seen how Jimin seems to handle his personal relationships and to keep their exposure to a minimum. We don't even see social media posts with sungwoon or saeon who are also somewhat public figures.

But I really don't care about "debunking" any of it, I think the back and forth between "this is legit proof" and "that isn't legit proof" is stupid and annoying.

I've been told before stuff like why do you get so defensive about it but it's not defensiveness. It's annoyance because I really seriously geniunely don't care if it's real or not, and it's annoying that people want me so bad to care. Like why does it matter??? I don't have that parasocial of a relationship with Jimin, but have those anons stopped to think they might have a parasocial relationship with ME? Because I really can't understand why they want me to care so bad.

Last December, I was on holidays right, and I sleep with my phone next to my bed and the phone vibrated like three or four times in a row and it woke me up (I have really light sleep). I checked it and it was just before 7am and the phone had been vibrating because of tumblr notifications. I opened them and it was I SWEAR like 3 or 4 messages recounting every single instagram story the actress had ever posted or some shit. I blocked that anon immediately. Nothing had even happen!!!! That person just felt like obsessing over this woman's instagram and that was it. So they had to come and give me all their "proof" and accusing me for not believing in it.

I've also realized how much ammo she gets by doing these slight, sneaky """reveals""" because it's actually what gets people talking more than they would if she just posted a photo of Jimin sitting on the toilet. People post her stories, then go check them, then check her comments, a couple of hours later they check to see if she's deleted them, etc etc. All while others on twitter were sharing the stories left and right and comparing it with the bangtan bomb and trying to decipher if it was really Jimin behind that flower emoji.

So, yeah that's really it. Also not directed to you, but to some other people. Don't ask me or expect me to care... I might've cared years ago when I still believed Jimin and Jungkook were a thing but I've been saying more like two years already that they're not fucking each other, so there's literally no reason at all for Jimin dating to ever affect me. And even when I did believe they were fooling around, I never ever said "they're totally in a committed exclusive real relationship and have been married since 2015" because I've never believed that.

I've been a fan of Harry Styles since I was 15 years old and it has never bothered me to see him making out in public with the whole lineup of Victoria Secret's models because I've just never been that person. So even if it wasn't the reaction people expected me to have, you're just gonna have to believe me when I say Jimin dating rumours do not bother me.

Lastly and I really doubt I'll be addressing this topic again unless something really significant happens, there really isn't necessary "proof" for me to take this seriously. I just don't have enough information to believe in this rumour and that's just it. I'm not going to be thinking harder and trying to connect barely-there dots for someone else. If there is something there, or there was at some point in the past, I'm gonna need taennie level of proof.

[bugsybaritone]

If nobody got my back I know the drawfee fandom got me

#bugsy talks :) #drawfee #drawfee show #posting this because all of my most popular posts are about drawfee #and i posted something last night about them and i am getting so many notifications on my phone #i love you guys <3

[shopwitchvamp]

Back to the grind tomorrow and lemme tell you what, while I do really enjoy tumblr I sure did like not having to be Online all the time during our break.. And I've been thinking that the amount I'm Online and Available will probably be much lower this year compared to the past. So if I'm not responding to asks as fast or posting as much or w/e, that's why! Thanks for understanding 🙏

#also i DO NOT enjoy twitter/X and truly loved not needing to check it at all really over the break #i might drop twitter altogether because i hate being on there #i'm kinda afraid it'll affect my shop's traffic somewhat significantly buttttt maybe that's worth not having to be there #we'll see.. #2024 is gonna be a year of shedding stuff left and right i already know it #sorry to anyone not in the US for already cutting off international orders #twitter you're next #after that who knows #maybe i'll stop carrying my smartphone because i also loved not having to look at it while we were closed #i miss having a flip phone that couldn't even text that thing never bothered me #step one with that tho is i've already turned off notifications from pretty much every app #but now when i open the apps they bother me relentlessly to turn notifications on which i will not do #anyway #maybe i'm just getting old #rant over #goodnight everyone #see you at the drop tomorrow

[darlingamidala]

500 days of this virtual birb helping me keep up with good habits!! i don’t think i’ve ever in my life stuck with a habit tracker or to do list method for so long consecutively, but Finch is really working for me

#finch #finch app #as an aside i recently downloaded duolingo and the owl is so dramatic and passive aggressive #every time i get a duolingo notification that’s like ‘do you even love me anymore? do you even want to learn chinese?’ i’m always just like #the other bird in my phone is nicer to me why can’t you be more like her #jeka jabber

[gornackeaterofworlds]

Hello I love you. I noticed you're always there to like/reblog/comment which tells me notifications must be on and I just love you for the love you give. <3

My notifs are on!! I have them on for my absolute favorite creators so I don't miss anything. Like you, desceros, lucky, gbao3, avery, cleric, and many others. It is my duty as a netizen to support the drops of gold the heavens feed me through human vessels

#i still ask to be part of tag lists cuz Tumblr only shows the latest notif so if i was asleep ill miss it #i love YOU for all the voluntary work you make out of love #ur work makes me vibrate and foam at the mouth #i cant imagine not having notifs on #i also love seeing when u guys are active #im on my phone 24/7 and ill be chilling and get 8 notifications for lucky reblogging things and it makes me mentally giggle #like omg my mutual theyre alive #i love that theyre alive #gornack ask tag #gornack judicious tag