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loafgeto · 6 months

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I'M BETTER, AREN'T I? | geto suguru

geto suguru x fem!reader

synopsis: your boyfriend isn’t satisfied with the sex life you both have and suggests an open relationship. in the mean time, he sends you to a sex coach to get better.

contents: no curses au, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, 18+ mdni, nsfw, explicit language, open relationship, semi-plotted. smut contents: semi-public sex (suguru’s office), foreplay, dirty talking, praising, breast play, cunninglus, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, mentions of multiple creampies, orgasms, blowjob, throat fucking, size kink, corruption kink, somewhat breeding kink(???), ass grabbing, pet names (princess, baby, darling kind of). not proofread!!

word count: 4.3k

note: i was so hard when writing this. anyway enjoy this short fic while i go cry at my assignments and pull my hair out

“this doesn’t usually happen,” he utters quietly, lips against the bare skin of your shoulder. you’re situated on his lap, your back facing him as his middle finger rubs against your clit. you moan softly at the sensation, feeling his other hand spread your legs wider.

“w-what doesn’t?” you question, biting your bottom lip as you slowly turn your head to look down at him.

“this,” he replies with a coo, pushing two fingers into your dripping hole causing you to gasp. he begins to pump his fingers in and out slowly, observing your erotic face as you begin to moan with each sensation. “i shouldn’t be doing this with a client, y’know? i could get fired.”

right. this doesn’t happen at all.

this all started a few days ago— when you and your boyfriend were having an intimate night. he was your first boyfriend, and the person you lost your virginity to. in hindsight, you had no prior experience to sex and your boyfriend became extremely upset over that.

he claimed he was unsatisfied with the sex life he had, and that statement worried you. was he going to break up with you because you couldn’t satisfy him enough during sex? you were paranoid over any possibility, and practically begged him that you’ll be better— do better.

so he suggested an open relationship. you were totally against it, confused on why such thing was needed. he claimed that it was a way to experience and explore his needs and wants that you couldn’t give him properly. it shattered your heart, but he got you to agree to the open relationship by saying he only loves you and that he wanted the best for the two of you.

and for the mean time, he recommended you to see a sex coach. you had no idea what a sex coach could possibly do, but your boyfriend said that it was the best option on making you a better person at sex. so you agreed, and he arranged an appointment for you to someone he knew from his college days.

hence, led you to encounter geto suguru.

him and your boyfriend met during a psychology class, and became seat mates for the semester. suguru was studying psychology, wanting to become a neuropsychologist and had sex coaching as a side job. it was all you knew from the information your boyfriend gave you, but other than that, this man was a complete stranger that you had to talk to about your unfortunate sex life.

when you first saw suguru, you didn’t expect someone like him to be a sex coach. he was muscular, tall and winsome. he’d fit the role of a corporation’s leader, managing hundreds of people and leading them to success. but he was in a chair, coaching individuals and couples about sex.

it took a while for you to approach him with how unsatisfied your boyfriend was with the sex life in the relationship. and how you both agreed to open relationship. you didn’t know what you ever did wrong, and you were always open to try new things— well, because you absolutely knew nothing when it comes to what good sex is. suguru listened to it all, nodding his head as if he was making a mental note about it.

but what about your needs? suguru would ask. what do you want or like?

to answer his question— you had absolutely no idea. you were always in the mindset of satisfying your boyfriend that you don’t even know what you want or like when it comes to sex. suguru was rather surprised, but he didn’t inquire further before changing the entire purpose on why you were there.

how about we figure out what you like?

there was no reason to deny, therefore you agreed. he started asking how you liked being touched, or what do you like hearing your partner say. however, you didn’t have much of an answer to that either. when your boyfriend wanted to have sex, he would usually take the lead and tell you what position to be in or what not— and that was because he enjoyed those things.

can you demonstrate for me? you asked him. the question sounded so novice, so unthreatening— that pure look in your face caused suguru’s heart to ache and he had absolutely no idea how to demonstrate without using you. you were practically vulnerable.

i can’t do that— he replies in a gentle manner. your eyes were pleading for him, reaching him for some sort of help that he couldn’t deny. knowing how desperate you were, he was willing to help you.

suguru would then find himself sitting next to you. with your permission, he’d snake an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. he was much bigger, stronger than your boyfriend that it made you feel weak. you could even smell the scent of his cologne as your body inched closer to his. you could barely look at suguru in the eyes, but he turned your face towards him with his other hand. he was gentle with you and his words, asking where he should start and if you were comfortable.

when it came to foreplay, your boyfriend never issued it before having sex— he’d just kiss you and push you down on the mattress. so you had no clue where suguru should start. suguru pondered for a moment, suggesting that he would take the lead and if you liked something, you would tell him. same thing went for something you didn’t like. you nod in agreement and he started rubbing his hand between your inner thigh.

you’ve felt your boyfriend’s hands on your thighs multiple times, but it was nothing compared to how sensually suguru was doing. his hot breath brushed against your ear and his other hand began caressing the side of your hips, causing your body to tremble. suguru asked if you liked it, to which you could only nod. you were gradually getting turned on, and suguru’s purring voice in your ear triggered it even more.

your pussy was quivering and soaking your panties. it was wrong to be turned on like this from a stranger, how would your boyfriend feel? you were too paranoid about that possibility, and when suguru noticed your reluctance, he stopped and made you face him.

remember, you’re in an open relationship. he reminds you. he didn’t mean to imply it harmfully— rather, he wanted you to relax, and not worry about what your boyfriend might feel. however, suguru already knew that your boyfriend could care less, he was probably fucking someone else at the moment. i’ll take care of you, trust me.

you had to tell yourself that you were the one who asked suguru to help you, so there was no turning back now. i want you to kiss me, you request and suguru couldn’t reject it. he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours and you immediately return the kiss. it started off passionately and he pushed you down on the couch.

after the short makeout session, suguru placed you on his lap. one of his hands had unzipped your pants and was pushed underneath your panties. you moaned at the feeling of his fingers gliding down your wet pussy. you were so wet and it sent blood rushing to suguru’s dick.

you’re so wet. hear that? suguru whispered and pushed your pants down along with your underwear. you were completely surprised, trying to cover yourself though his grip on your thighs kept you from doing so. are you ever this wet for your boyfriend?

you shake your head. no. suguru was the first person to ever make you this wet, and with that fact, it made suguru feel empowering over your boyfriend. after several teases with your clit, suguru had you take off your shirt— leaving you in a bra. your skin was so soft and delicate. suguru badly wanted to mark you all over, show your boyfriend what he was missing. however, he reminded himself that he was working.

thus, lead to the mention that something like this never happens. it was true, sex coaching doesn’t involve sex at all. suguru was always helpful to his clients, and he’s never laid a hand on any of them until you. a few nights ago, he received a call from your boyfriend— they don’t regularly speak to each other, but had each other’s contact ever since graduation.

suguru was informed about you, and listened to the complaints your boyfriend had about you. it was irritating to say the least, how someone could degrade their partner like that? but it seemed your boyfriend didn’t care what suguru had to say, at least, not yet.

“it’s okay, ‘guru. i-i’m not going to tell anyone-“ you reply, moaning when his fingers curl and pump deeper into your pussy. suguru’s fingers were much longer and thicker than your boyfriend’s, it brought you a different ecstatic feeling.

“yeah? well, you gotta keep your voice down if you don’t want anyone to hear, princess,” suguru whispers, pressing a kiss on your shoulder before slipping his fingers out of you. catching your breath, you watch as he raises his fingers soaked in your arousal. “see how wet you are? just because of me, huh?”

“mhm..” you reply, nodding your head before he pushes those same fingers back into you. your head falls back slightly while suguru latches his mouth on your shoulder to suck the skin.

suguru pushes your bra up with his other hand, immediately groping your breast and gently pinching your nipple with his thumb and index finger. you’re unable to contain your moans as they reach a higher pitch. his fingers spreads your walls perfectly, reaching your deepest spots that your boyfriend could never reach with his fingers.

“mm- suguru!” you had to cover your mouth with a hand, feeling a knot forming in your stomach. you were reaching your first orgasm, and suguru noticed from the way your walls clenched around his fingers.

suguru grunts, fastening his fingering pace— still sucking and licking the skin area of your shoulder. you could feel his erection poking your ass, and you could tell he was big. so fucking big. it even caused you to fantasize about him shoving his cock deep into you, making you cum instantly. well, you had no idea how cumming felt like for you, since your boyfriend would usually be the one to finish before you. but suguru— he was making sure you’ll cum.

his grip on your boob was another feeling you’ve came to enjoy. the way suguru fondled with the fat of your breast and pinched your nipples was completely different from when you had to do it yourself. suguru gave both of your breast attention with his big hand, and it was enough for you to cum.

you came all over him without warning, moans muffled underneath your hand as suguru pushes his fingers out. your body dropped and fell back against his before he held you closely, hearing the sound of your heart beating against his chest. he hums, pressing soft kisses on your neck before moving his lips back near your ear.

“call me whenever.”

your sessions with suguru continued to occur for a span of two months.

while your boyfriend was out doing his own things, you would set regular sex coaching appointments with suguru. and if not, you’d be at his house doing a session. your boyfriend never inquired much about your whereabouts or what you were doing, besides that he knew you were with suguru. therefore, your time with suguru allowed you two to form a closer bond, and share personal things and secrets.

you were even comfortable enough to share about your sexual fantasies you had of him. and how you desired to feel him inside of you, touching and kissing you all over. you wanted to know how good sex felt, and suguru was willing to give you that.

and after the first time, you both couldn’t stop seeing each other. you were able to experience things and new feelings, and you began to develop feelings for the man.

aside from his personality when it came to sex, he was kind and generous, polite to everyone, and incredibly smart. when you visited him at his workplace, all of his co-workers would be around him and talking to him. and he would dismiss himself from them whenever he saw you.

suguru was quite romantic, more than your boyfriend ever was— gifting you bouquets of flowers and expensive jewelry, taking you out on simple dates to restaurants and other fancy places, and complimenting you. it was the bare minimum, literally. but you barely receive these gestures from your boyfriend, so it flattered you a lot.

it was another day where you went to visit suguru at his workplace. you didn’t set an appointment but since you visited him regularly you could just walk into his office— only during his lunch break though. you wore a flowy dress that reached your mid-thighs, hair done in a specific way with light makeup layering over your face. lately, you’ve been wanting to be pretty just for him and your boyfriend even noticed your change in appearance, but he never approached you on the reason why.

when you arrived at suguru’s office, you see him standing outside— talking to one of his clients. you stood afar for a moment, waiting for suguru to finish his work. and from the corner of suguru’s eyes, he immediately detected you and couldn’t help but smile.

after his client left, you approached him with a smile, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek before entering the office. “you should’ve called me,” suguru says, following after you.

“i wanted to surprise you.”

“oh? well it worked,” suguru replies with a grin, observing your face for a moment. “something the matter?”

“hmm,” you nod your head, hearing the door shut behind and you turn around. “my boyfriend wants to meet me for lunch in about 30 minutes. i didn’t want to go but he said it was urgent. your workplace was along the way so i wanted to stop by.”

“well he can wait a little longer,” suguru huffs but smiles before pulling you close by holding your waist. you look up at him as your face burned, observing how his broad body towered over yours. “by the way, you look beautiful,” he whispers the compliment before kissing you.

you wrap your arms around his neck, tippy toeing closer to him before he grips your hips, pressing yours against his. you could feel his throbbing cock poking through his pants, already soaking in pre-cum and practically begging to become free. you smile against his lips and suguru grunts, feeling your hand rub against his erection.

“fuck. we can’t do it right now, baby. i’m also busy after my lunch break, i have a meeting,” suguru groans in annoyance, glancing at the clock hanging over his desk.

“mm.. it’s alright, suguru,” you reassure, kissing his cheek before you pull away. he watches you kneel in front of him, your face coming face to face contact with his erection. “i’ll do this quickly, ‘kay? don’t want either of us to be late.”

suguru nods, hand lowering to caress your face as your hands unzipped his pants to free his hard throbbing cock. he moans, feeling your small hands wrap around him. another thing was how much you’ve changed over these two months. initially, you barely had an idea of what to do and was always reluctant. but now, you’re able to confidently perform gestures yourself and suguru fucking loved it.

he fucking loved knowing the feeling that he made you like this— knowing he corrupted you— changed you into someone who was confident with herself and was able to do something without hesitating. knowing how you quickly became addicted to him and his cock. oh how he wanted to brag about it to your stupid boyfriend’s face.

your hands pump the length of his cock as your mouth latches onto the tip leaking with his pre-cum. suguru grunts, his cock twitching in your hands as your mouth began taking him. you were never too good at giving a blowjob, but after suguru— you believed you improved quite well. seeing his reactions were able to tell you how good you were doing, and it made you want to see more of it.

you were much smaller than suguru, and he loved it. seeing your small mouth take his fat cock was something he’d never once figured liking. his moans start becoming louder as you pushed his cock deeper down your mouth, sucking and gliding your tongue all around him. you look up into his eyes and suguru nearly broke, dick pulsating from how you performed.

the wet sounds and the sync of your moans begin resonating the room, and as much as suguru needed to quiet down— he just couldn’t. he loved the feeling of your mouth around him, pleasuring him towards his orgasm. the tip of his cock starts poking your throat as you bobbed your head faster, gagging a few times before pulling away.

you swirl your tongue around his swollen tip, wrapping one of your hands around him again before pumping it. he groans, throwing his head back. he was about to cum, and he slightly pushed his cock back into your mouth.

“mm-“ you were somewhat surprised, but realizing he was about to cum soon, you’d make sure to fuck his cock with your mouth with the best you can.

“fuck- princess. your mouth takes my cock so good, doesn’t it?” suguru grunts when you push his cock far into your mouth once again. you moan, your eye sockets shortly welling with tears as he rocks his hips slowly. “gonna fuck your mouth, yeah?”

you nod and suguru’s hands hold the sides of your head before he starts thrusting faster. the tears in your eyes finally stream down the side of your cheek and your hands wrap around his wrists as his cock continuously smacked your throat.

the feeling of suguru’s cock down your throat was completely different from how your boyfriend would force his cock down yours. but you’ve completely forgotten the feeling of him, as suguru seems to already own your entire body.

suguru never forced himself down your throat, and the first time he fucked your mouth, he’d inform you to tap his leg or somewhere three times for him to stop. at first, it was agonizing— you were always gagging and uncomfortable with the feeling but suguru was patient and was able to help you adjust to the feeling. and when you got better, you began performing orally with suguru’s cock.

“gonna cum right now, baby- fuck,” suguru groans, head falling back as he was about to pull his cock out. but you refrained him from doing so and he cums deep into your mouth.

you moan softly as his warm cum hits your throat, and you swallow his load before pushing your head away. you gasp for air as your body slumped back. your mind was becoming foggy and you didn’t even notice suguru picking you off the ground.

“sugu, what are y-“ you question as he pushes you stomach down against his cold desk and lifts your dress. he pushes your soaked panties to the side, watching as your arousal dripped out of your pussy. he grins before gliding his tongue against your wet folds, immediately making you moan. “a-ah. suguru-“

his tongue circles around your clit several times and he pushes two fingers into your aching hole. your moans muffle behind your closed lips, and your eyes shut to the feeling of his tongue fucking your pussy from behind. he pushed his wet muscle into you, sucking and licking all of your arousal. you grip the edge of his desk as he starts pumping his fingers slowly.

“suguru, baby- need your cock s’bad right now,” you beg, turning your head around as one of his hands grabs the fat of your ass.

“hold on, princess,” suguru replies, slipping his fingers out and flicking his tongue around your pussy. you whine, unable to remain patient and suguru only chuckles at your reaction. he stands behind you, lifting your dress further up.

“s-suguru..”

“i know, baby. i know,” suguru hums, using a finger to pull your panties that still wrapped around your hips down to your thighs. he then returns both hands to the side of your ass, aligning his cock to your wet entrance.

suguru shoves his cock into your swollen pussy, instantly making you cum. he starts thrusting his cock deep and fast into your pussy before using one of his hands to press both of your hands behind your back. your legs become wobbly and your moans are uncontrollable as he fucks the brains out of you. he wouldn’t slow down at all, and desperately wanted to fuck his cock right into you until you came over and over again.

his hips slam against your ass harshly, balls slapping against your pussy as his body lowers over yours. his desk starts moving and creaking each thrust he gives you, some of the things on top beginning to roll off and hit the ground.

“fucking love this pussy,” suguru comments, peppering kisses down your neck and shoulder.

“mm— i love your cock, sugu!” you scream as your body rams into his desk because of how rough he was thrusting into you.

suguru groans, removing his hand from your ass to hoist one of your legs up. his cock was able to penetrate deeper into your pussy and smack the entrance of your womb, making you become a moaning and crying mess.

“fuckk, i’m cumming- suguru!” you cry out as your vision becomes blurry with more welled tears in your eyes. he was fucking you too good, and your pussy had clenched around him, indicating for him not to pull out.

even after cumming all over him, suguru kept drowning his cock deep into your pussy, rubbing against your most sensitive spots. he fucked his cum into your baby room, but that didn’t mean he’d stop at all. he continuously pounded you, filling your entire pussy up— and you both ended up losing track of time.

suguru pulls your dress off, along with your panties and flips you over to face him. you prop your body up as he pushes your thighs further apart to continue fucking into you. his previous cum milked into your womb begins leaking out, and you whine at the feeling as your arms went around his neck.

"y-your cum is-" you begin, gasping when suguru pulls your hips closer to him.

"don't worry, princess. i'll give you more," suguru grunts with a wide grin. "'m gonna give you so, so much of my babies."

"yes, yes!" you nod as your eyes began rolling back. being in the moment, you didn't notice your phone already ringing several times. and even when you heard, you and suguru chose to ignore it. all you could think about was suguru- and his cock filling and shaping your pussy to his size like it was all his.

suguru began rubbing circles around your clit with the tip of his fingers as you both began reaching your next orgasms. your mind became foggy, and all you could hear was your moans and the wet sounds of his cock slapping against your pussy. you pull suguru close to you, pressing your chest against his as he dumps his final load into you.

"f-fuck.." suguru's voice breaks as he buries his face into your shoulder.

"suguru?" you call to him through your heavy pants, feeling his warm cum refill your womb. you give him a gentle kiss on the side of his head and he pulls away.

suguru slides his dick out, letting out a heavy sigh before turning to kiss you again. when he turns away, he glances at the clock and reads the time. "shit, i'm late for my meeting. and you're late for your lunch meetup."

you giggle, shaking your head as suguru pushes his pants back around his hips. "they can continue waiting."

suguru lifts you off the table, noticing how much of a mess it was and chuckles. "mm.. you're right, my meeting isn't that important anyway.. and i don't have another appointment until 2.. so that gives us an hour and-"

but suguru was interrupted when there was a knock on his office door. you both tore your attention away from each other and turned to the closed door, thankfully it was locked. "yes?" suguru clears his throat.

“geto? are you still in there?” it was one of his co-workers and you both glance at each other. “the meeting was moved to next monday, sir. just wanted to come inform you about it.”

“oh? that sounds great, thank you," suguru replies and you both wait until the co-worker dismisses themselves, leaving you and suguru alone again. "guess.. we can go for a couple more rounds, yeah?"

you giggle, inching your face close to his, “hmm but there's something i have to do first."

"hm? what's that?" he inquires as he raises a brow before you kissed him again.

you pull out your phone, reading the long notification bars informing the missed calls you received from your boyfriend. suguru could see them too and he curiously wonders what you would possibly do. were you going to call him back?

but instead, suguru watches as you block your boyfriend's number, or well now, ex-boyfriend's. and you toss your phone to the side, grabbing his biceps and pushed his hips against yours. "now, let's continue."

LOAF4U. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.

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writerpetals · 6 months

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the pleasure of something new | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w; ass play/anal.

“Hey… can we... try something new sometime?”

Though the alcohol has your nerves buzzing and your heart racing, after spending weeks thinking over the question it gives you the courage to ask him for something you have been wanting to try in the bedroom for a while. Your words are a bit slurred, and part of it is due to the sleepiness as you curl up next to him in bed after a night out with friends, both of you tipsy, tired, holding one another as you rest against his bare chest and he releases an intoxicated chuckle before answering.

“Anything,” is all he says, then he yawns and his eyes flutter, knowing he’s close to snoring by now.

“You know what,” you begin to mumble, finding your own eyelids heavy and the way his arm wraps around your back to hold you tight doesn’t help in the slightest in keeping you awake. “Never mind.” The courage fades as your heartbeat begins to settle, allowing the opportunity to finally bring up something you have been wanting to try to pass by.

He mumbles something you miss due to fading in and out of dreamland, and soon you’re both drifting off into a heavy sleep. Morning comes and he awakens before you, showering and getting dressed, leaving a note on the fridge for you to find after you begin to stir and realize he’s gone, and then heading out to work. The cold sheets next to you don’t allow you much more sleep thanks to missing him, and your head is throbbing a bit from the alcohol the night before as you make your way to the designated note area, finding a simple ‘I love you’ scribbled in messy handwriting, and that he will see you this afternoon.

And you try to not cringe when you think about the night before and almost spilling a deep, dark fantasy of yours to him. You’re positive he wouldn’t mind, and in fact, you’re sure he would jump at the chance to agree to the act. After all, there isn’t much the two of you keep from one another, finding total comfort in each other as well as the pleasure of pleasuring him, and him doing the same to you. If anything, you’re sure it would add some new excitement after years of being together, and with you spending a few nights searching up videos on your own and getting off to them when he is far away on a trip, or busy with work, it has left you with a dire ache in the pit of your stomach.

If only you could get over the embarrassment of just blurting it out. You assumed the night before would be the perfect opportunity, but his sleepy response and your nerves got the better of you, causing you to cower away at another chance of confessing to him what you want.

Luckily for you (or maybe it’s rather unlucky since you wish to drop the subject), your phone beeps with a new text messages only a few hours after he has left, and of course as you read the message on the screen, your stomach begins to twist and turn.

what did you want to ask last night?

The text is accompanied by a devil emoji, and you would have chuckled at that if it weren’t for the realization that he didn’t somehow forget you bringing up the topic. You should have known he is more attentive than that, and normally you would be thankful for him paying so much mind to you. However, when you can already feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up your spine, it’s hard to be honest with yourself, as well as him.

What do you mean?

If you’re any luckier, he will believe you as you downplay the question, but it's him, and if there’s a chance he could do something to make you happier when he knows there’s something on your mind, he’s not going to give it a rest.

….

you know what I mean.

You aren’t sure why his messages seem so stern even through text, but it has you typing away a final message to tell him you will inform him later. He leaves it at that, and you can breathe for a few hours until he arrives home. Your chest feels a bit heavier from wanting to avoid him, and in turn avoid the conversation, yet your heart races a bit at the thought of him not only agreeing to your request, but performing the act on you as well.

When the front door opens, he finds you settled in the living room, taking a deep breath and twiddling your thumbs as you sit on the couch, hair damp and nothing but your robe on to make it clear you just showered. He chuckles at the sight, and you know you couldn’t look any more obvious as he enters the home you share, tossing his coat to the side while slipping off his shoes, then loosening his tie and making his way toward you.

“You look guilty,” he tells you with more laughter falling from his lips, and you wish the nerves weren’t getting the best of you in the moment.

It’s him, you remind yourself, knowing you can tell him anything. Maybe because your desires were once something you were turned off by with other lovers and recently you have been discovering new ways to find them to be a turn on when he is involved. Mix that with the thrill of trying something new, the shame from those that aren’t into it, and the realization that you have to ask for it to get what you want and it has left you with a racing heart and butterflies in your stomach.

“Is it that obvious?” you ask him with a nervous giggle as he takes his spot next to you, not hesitating to wrap an arm around your body and pull you close for a kiss against your temple.

“Are you guilty of something?” he asks, teasing you.

“No,” you tell him, shaking your head with a hesitant grin, “no, not guilty, just…”

“Just wanting to ask me something, but suddenly you’re too shy?”

You bite your lip because he hit the nail on the head, eyes falling to your lap only until he presses a finger beneath your chin to have you meeting his gaze.

“You know you can ask me anything.”

The heat rushes to your face, realizing how ridiculous you’re being because it’s him and you can tell him anything. You’re aware and you repeat it over and over like a broken record, but it doesn’t calm the nerves any.

“I feel silly…”

“Baby,” he calls you tenderly, cupping your cheek as his thumb brushes over your skin to relax the tense body sitting before him. “There's no reason for you to feel that way.”

“I know,” you sigh and close your eyes to enjoy his lingering touches mixed with the softness of his voice.

“How can I give you what you want if you don’t tell me?” Your eyes open at the question, studying the seriousness in his expression and the sincerity in the words, all before his voice deepens and there’s a flicker of pure desire in his eyes. “It’s important for you to tell me what you need so I can make you feel good.”

The subtle smirk on his lips sends your heart racing for different reasons, as well as a rush of heat between your thighs. “What if… what if I show you, instead?” He licks his lips at the suggestion, smirk deepening a second before he shakes his head. You stand from his embrace to make your way to the bedroom, grabbing the laptop from where you left it on the bed and returning to him within a minute. He waits patiently while watching your every move, from you sitting next to him to placing the computer on your lap, turning it on, clicking a few times to find the video you want to show him, and your heart is pounding in your chest as heat has taken over every inch of your face.

You say nothing while skipping ahead a few minutes on the video to see the couple on screen, the man’s hand wrapped around the woman’s body as he thrusts into her from behind. Quickly, you turn away, knowing he is watching with his undivided attention, knowing he’s witnessing not just the man thrusting into her, but fucking her ass, reaching around to slip a hand between her thighs to caress her clit, and you hear the moans and the messy sounds of skin against skin coming from the speakers until the red hot embarrassment has you closing the laptop shut before pushing it toward the coffee table in front of you.

He remains silent for a few moments, taking in the video and finally understanding why you have been so shy over the topic. Though it’s hard for him to ignore the bulge beginning to form in his pants, not just from the video but from the thought of you wanting, needing, him to do such things to you, and within seconds he’s gripping himself through his slacks and exhaling a deep breath.

“Is that all, baby?” A chill races down your spine from the deep raspiness of his tone, gathering up the courage to turn your head to spot him with his eyes half-lidded while he licks his lips. Your gaze lowers to see the outline of his cock through his pants with a tight grip from a veined hand, causing an ache to form between your thighs at the sight. “You should have told me that’s all you wanted…”

There’s temptation in his voice, urging the confidence out of you, and though you stumble over your words, the courage to become more open like you normally are with him rises. “Do you.. do you want to? Do that, I mean.”

“What?” he asks with a smirk, moving closer for his hand to cup your face and his thumb to graze over your bottom lip. “Fuck you in the ass and make you come?”

Your heart skips a beat at the blunt words, but you’re aware what the idea has ignited in him. “Mhm,” is all you can manage to hum before your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

“Baby,” he exhales, and pauses a moment to lean closer, pressing his lips against your own before pulling away with only an inch between the two of you, “nothing would make me happier than pleasuring you in whatever way you desire.”

He meets your lips once again, lingering for a moment to savor the taste of your skin. You can’t help but to whimper into the kiss, feeling your nipples growing hard beneath your robe, finding your thighs and everything in between aching for his touch. His hands grip your hips to pull your body closer before he finds his way to your breasts, cupping them in his palms, squeezing gently, drawing out another moan until you pull away in a gasp.

He lowers his attention to your neck, kissing tenderly while his thumbs trace circles around your nipples to urge your breaths to deepen, quicken, and get lost in the moment to where you’re no longer worried over being silly or feeling shy about what you need, hands getting lost in his hair while tossing your head back to allow him closer. He makes it obvious he wants to give it to you, already painfully hard at just the thought and it only grows worse the longer his touches and lips linger over your body.

You whimper his name to earn his attention, noticing the flicker of lust igniting in his eyes as the need to have you takes over, “I… I want to try.” With that you gulp and watch him smirk, then he nods his head and rises to his feet.

“Lay down, baby,” he instructs, “I’ll be right back.”

You do as he says with a racing heart, feeling your insides buzzing from the anticipation of trying something new, and the thrill of getting to do it with someone you trust wholeheartedly. The worry is overtaken by the need to be close to him as he fulfills your fantasy, and the moment he steps back into the living room your body is aching to feel him inside of you.

He returns with his tie gone from around his neck and the first few buttons of his shirt undone. One hand is rolling up the sleeve of the other arm, while the opposite hand holds a small, clear bottle and a fresh hand towel that you assume is for clean up. He’s already one step ahead and prepared to take care of you, you think to yourself, grinning nervously beneath a bitten lip as you watch him set the towel and bottle aside before unbuttoning his shirt to slip from his shoulders.

Pressing your thighs together to try to rid yourself of the ache, you lay there waiting, never pulling your eyes from him as he takes his time tugging on his belt and then the buttons to his pants, allowing the zipper to fall and expose gray briefs beneath, as well as the base of his erect cock, thick and needy, dying to have you. A surge of warmth courses through your body from impatience, wishing for him to hurry but still a bit nervous over finally getting something you had spent so long only fantasizing about.

“Just relax, baby,” he whispers as he takes his spot between your thighs, urging them open with gentle palms before pressing his body against your own. His lips meet yours in sweet, soft kisses to ease the tension, knowing you’re worked up, nervous, and a bit overwhelmed in the moment. His hands coax the nerves from your body by caressing your sides, until he reaches to tug on the knot holding your robe together. The silk falls open to expose your naked body beneath, and a second later he rises to his knees to take in the sight of you. “I’m going to take care of you, okay? Don’t be nervous.”

You nod in response while he traces circles on the outsides of your thighs with his fingertips. He takes a moment to admire the view of you bare beneath him, legs parted, chest rising and falling, the curve of your breasts and your erect nipples, all of it waiting just for him to offer the pleasure you have been needing. With a smirk, he lowers his head for his lips to find your breasts, placing sweet kisses around your nipple before his tongue darts out to flick over the hardened bud. A gasp is earned, and then a giggle, finding his playful teasing just what you always need to rid the moment of the tension. The nerves leave your body with every kiss or swipe of his tongue, every caress of a gentle palm and delicate word whispered from a careful tongue. He tells you to relax, he will take care of you, he’s going to make you feel good, and by the time he reaches your mound to kiss and tease, he’s telling you how beautiful you are and how much he can’t wait to taste you.

He leaves you breathless with a heart pounding away inside your chest and a fire from pure desire igniting inside of you. He kisses down your swollen, aching lips and then slips his tongue up your slit to find your clit. Your back arches as you moan his name, legs falling open to tell him you need more, forgetting every ounce of worry that once consumed you.

“You taste so good, baby,” he groans between your thighs and you dare to look down to meet his darkened gaze staring up at you as he performs circles on your clit with his tongue. Each lap around the swollen bud has your hips rolling against his mouth and every ounce of tension dissolved from your body. He tastes you and draws you close to an edge that won’t satisfy you just yet, but he only wishes to warm you up, relax you, get you comfortable so he can fulfill your desires and please you, just like you asked.

You cry out his name as you reach for him, fingers entangling in the strands of his hair as his tongue dips inside of your entrance to gather up the juices that begin to spill. His hands keep a tight grip on your thighs, making sure your legs remain parted and you receive every last bit of the bliss he offers, switching between tracing circles around your clit to teasing your entrance, and back again, all until he dares to dip lower just as he pushes against the back of your thighs with two steady palms.

His tongue brushes against your ass to cause you to gasp and tense, immediately dropping your hands from his hair to find a tight grip against the couch beneath you. You mutter his name, full of surprise from the action, and at first you assume it was only a mistake, until he swipes over your tightened entrance once again, this time circling with his tongue to have your thighs shaking beneath his hands.

“How does that feel, baby?” he asks a second before nipping at your cheek, causing your legs to twitch beneath him from an unfamiliar feeling.

“I-” You take a deep breath while feeling him place kisses on each side of your ass, awaiting your answer. “-like it. I-It feels good… don’t stop.”

It’s all the convincing he needs, lowering his mouth to your ass once again to tease your rim with his tongue. The tension begins to leave your body as the feeling of uncertainty is replaced with bliss, finding pleasure in whatever he does to your body with his mouth. Though there’s a stronger aching between your thighs now, dying for attention on your throbbing clit, dying to feel him inside of you as he circles your ass and applies a bit of pressure with his tongue to have you trembling. He licks and teases and kisses and nips, and your juices begin to drip from your aching cunt down to his tongue, coating your ass and his flesh with arousal.

You gulp before attempting to steady the words as you speak, “I-I need more… I…” The words fall short the moment he pulls away, wiping his mouth with his hand before grinning down at the wet mess he’s created between your thighs.

He says nothing as the sound of your breaths fill the space between the two of you, and you watch him push his pants and briefs down his thighs to uncover his painfully hard cock. He grips himself with a tight fist before he begins stroking with one hand, and the other reaches to begin teasing your clit with his thumb. Your body tenses at the sudden pleasure before you begin melting into his touch, hips beginning to rock against his hand, whimpers of pleas spilling from your lips because you need to have him. He receives the hint a second before he aligns his cock with your entrance, allowing your juices to coat the head before he eases his length inside of your dripping cunt.

In an instant your back is arching from the couch and your arms are wrapping around his body. Nails dig into his skin as he fills you up, whimpers of his name filling the living room the second he begins thrusting himself in and out of you. Your thighs tighten against his body and he rolls his hips effortlessly to fill the both of you with bliss while the sounds of your arousal mix with the moans and groans the two of you begin to release.

“God,” you cry out, head rolling back while your hips move in rhythm with his thrusts, “that feels so… so good.” Your breaths grow heavier the more you moan for him, leaving marks against his skin as his pace quickens and his words release from his lips in an unsteady tone once he begins to tease you.

“You like my cock in your pussy, baby?” he asks, and then he begins to hiss through his teeth and groan the following words, becoming lost in the pleasure. “You want me to fuck your ass now, don’t you?”

The strained words dripping in temptation leave your mind racing, the sudden heat of pleasure now mixing with embarrassment that leaves you unable to answer the question. A rush of warmth floods your body, inside your mind already begging him for more, but too ashamed to speak the words yourself.

It’s not until he thrusts into you once again with more force to leave you gasping for air do you realize not answering him isn’t good enough, and his motions stall with his cock buried deep inside of you. With your thighs quivering, you begin rolling your hips against him to cause friction, to ease the ache, and to continue the pleasure he was once offering, but he grips your waist with a careful grip to keep your body still while he catches his own breath that was lost in the moment. He focuses on anything but the feeling of you tightening your walls around his cock, drawing out the moment until you give him an answer.

“Tell me, baby,” he begins, tone shaky, panting between words and pausing long enough to keep his control, “what do you want?”

You exhale his name, eyes closing as you move your body to grind your dripping cunt against his cock to receive the bliss that had once taken over.

“Do you want my cock in your ass? Do you want me to fuck you and make you come, baby? Tell me.”

Each question sends a shiver through your body before a surge of heat follows quickly behind. The words drive you wild and his desire to pleasure you pushes away the embarrassment and the shame, until you can’t help but to tell him what you need with a shaking, unsteady voice. “Yes,” you whisper, eyes still closed, heart racing, “I want you to… to fuck my ass. Please, make me… make me come.”

“That’s my good girl,” he coos while beginning to drag himself out of you and thrust back into you in the slowest of motions to draw out the moment. You whimper and shake beneath him, on edge and needing more, and it’s almost as if he caused you to reach this point so you would no longer be concerned with asking for what you need, and instead crave the pleasures he wishes to give you in unfamiliar ways.

He finally pulls himself out of you, allowing your legs to fall when he leans back to reach for the bottle he left on the coffee table. As he pops the top and begins to coat his fingers in the clear lubricant, your stomach twists and turns and flutters with a million nerves, except now it’s from the desire to get off from something new. You watch him take his time, the lubricant dripping down his two fingers before he sets the bottle aside and lathers every inch of the digits in careful preparation.

“Stay relaxed, baby,” he warns, soft, gentle tone returning as one hand sinks between your thighs and the other rests carefully just below your belly button. As he presses the tips of his fingers to your ass, your body tightens until the thumb of the other hand finds your clit. He teases and toys with the swollen, aching bud to ease the tension from within you while coating your rim with his two fingers. Warmth floods your body all over again, bolts of electric pleasure from him caressing your clit coursing through you to mix with the way he circles your ass has left your heart racing and your head spinning.

Once he feels you’re relaxed enough, he dares to go further by beginning to insert a single finger inside of you, pushing past your tightened entrance in the slowest of motions. A gasp falls from your lips and your eyes shut tight, concentrating on the feeling of him slipping into your ass while circling your clit with his thumb at the same time. The feeling of something so unfamiliar mixed with the pleasure he offers earns a quiet whimper of his name, and he allows you to adjust to the sensation for a moment before he slowly pumps the digits in and out of you with care.

You can’t help but to moan as he does so, finding the bliss doubling, your thighs parting, and him taking care of you just like he promised. Your hips begin to move with his motions, falling into the pleasure before your mind has time to remind you of embarrassment, or shyness, or anything else that may stop you from fulfilling your fantasy. He continues to pleasure you, pumping the single digit in and out of your ass while caressing your clit with his thumb, loving the way your legs twitch and your hips roll, enjoying the noises you make that tell him how incredible he’s making you feel.

After he’s sure you’re adjusted, he inserts another finger, and this time your gasp is much louder before you grow silent. The stretch is a bit more awkward, and takes a bit more time to get used to, but he takes care of you, allowing you enough time to adjust and feel comfortable, and soon, as he pumps two digits in and out of you, you’re whimpering his name and rocking your hips with his motions.

“How does that feel, baby?” he asks just to make sure. He always loves to communicate with you, you’re well aware, and in the moment you’re thankful he isn’t only careful, but persistent in making sure you’re comfortable. Even if he gets a bit dominant, and his words tease and taunt you when they’re spoken on a strained, desperate tongue, he’s always gentle and mindful of your pleasure and comfort. “Talk to me,” he echoes the importance of communication, and a subtle, playful grin crosses your lips before you’re moaning his name once again.

“It feels… so damn good.” You bite your lip as you try to steady your breathing with a heavy exhale through your nose, gripping the leather cushion beneath you as your eyes flutter. “Fuck, it feels so good… I-I might come.”

You’re positive if he were to keep it up, you would be growing close to the edge of your release in no time. After all, he knows just how to touch, how to please, and how to work your body up and make you come undone after so long of being together, just as you know how to do the same to him.

“You can’t come yet, baby,” he warns, and even if he knows exactly what to do to get you to the edge of pure bliss, you both know your desires aren’t completely fulfilled, “I haven’t fucked you, yet.” The way his voice deepens with the words only draws you closer to the end of your release, finding a raspier, dominating tone doing nothing but tempting you with added pleasure.

You cry out, wanting desperately to come, but also wanting to finally have him inside of you like you have been needing all along, “please… fuck me.” You’re nearly ashamed of your own voice sounding so desperate, so weak and in need as each syllable trembles off the tip of your tongue, but in the moment it’s hard to care when he has you so worked up, body aching to come.

The smirk on his lips tells you he understands your need, but he spends a few more moments pumping his fingers inside of you, stretching you out to a comfortable position, prepping you for his cock so you will feel nothing but pleasure.

He finally pulls away to reach for the bottle once again, this time allowing a generous amount to spill over his cock before he’s tossing the lubricant aside and beginning to stroke himself. He preps his cock for you, making sure he’s lubricated enough to slip inside of you effortlessly, and when he’s sure he’s ready, he begins to align the head to your ass. You take a deep breath as his hand returns to rest against your mound, thumb finding your clit just as he begins to push himself past your rim.

You cry out, eyes screwing shut, not prepared in the least bit for the pressure you begin to experience. He pauses in an instant, though he continues to rub circles into your clit while feeling your thighs trembling around him. “O-Okay,” you stutter, not bothering to open your eyes from the embarrassment rising in the moment due to the surprise of the sensation when he began to ease into you.

He begins once again, taking his time, remaining careful and cautious as you shake beneath him, but you don’t stop him a second time. He pushes inside of your ass, little by little while easing the tension with pleasure to your clit. You take deep breaths while adjusting to him, thankful he’s so attentive to the way your body responds, the noises you make, and most of all when you give him the signal to keep going.

He pauses the moment his cock is buried completely in your ass, allowing you to adjust to the new sensation. Your mind buzzes and the room spins around you with your body so full of him, but the pleasure he offers soon takes over, and the feeling doesn’t feel quite as overwhelming, but an added bliss to the circles he caresses over your clit. It only takes a few more moments for you to gather the courage to move your hips, to tell him you want more, and when he pulls out to ease into your ass once again, the heat surges to every limb as pure ecstasy takes hold.

You moan his name and reach to wrap shaking fingers around his wrist, nails leaving marks against his skin as he thrusts into you once again.

“Does it feel good?” he asks with the words straining against his tongue, too wrapped up in the moment. “Tell me how it feels, baby.”

“Good,” you cry out without hesitation, succumbing to the pleasure as the tension builds between your thighs. “It feels… so fucking good, don’t… don’t stop.” Your voice wavers more with every shaky syllable as you tell him what he needs to hear. The words convince him you’re ready for more as he thrusts a bit harder, and bit deeper, fucking your ass just like the video you showed him while continuing to draw you closer to your peak with circles against your clit. You whimper and moan and call out his name, begging him not to stop, begging for more while getting lost in the bliss and drowning out all of your worries in the moment. He gives you what you ask him for, pumping himself inside of you quicker, harder, sending surges of pure bliss and heat to every inch of your body as you tighten your walls around his cock and begin dripping arousal down to your ass, making a wet, sloppy mess while the noises mix with your cries of bliss.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing so tight, baby,” he groans as his hips slow, but he applies more pressure to your clit. “You feel so fucking good.”

From the words you’re aware he won’t last much longer and wants to put your pleasure first, so you begin rocking your hips against his cock to receive more of him, feeling the pressure build, then tension tighten, and the heat of pure ecstasy swell until everything snaps. The pleasure surges to every limb as your back arches, your head rolls back, and you grip his wrist tighter while coming undone. Your hips buck against him and he never pulls away from pleasuring your clit, feeling your walls contract around him as your juices spill to coat his flesh and your own, and the moans fall from your lips over and over until your body grows limp.

You pant and huff and puff to catch your breath, continuing to shake as he begins easing himself in and out of you once again. You gasp from the sensitivity, but his slow, careful motions coax you down from the high and ease your body all the more as he begins fucking your ass to get himself off. He bites his lip and furrows his brow before gripping your hips to hold you steady, burying himself deep within your walls to have you whimpering his name and urging him to come.

He thrusts a few more times, jaw falling slack and sweat beading at his temple, and you stare up at him to admire the sight of his features twisted in pure pleasure as he fills your ass over and over with his cock. His grip on your hips tightens just as he quickens his pace just a bit more, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass mixing with his own groans and your whimpering encouragements, telling him how good it feels, telling him you want him to come, drawing him closer to his own end until the pleasure builds and snaps.

He grunts and pulls out of your ass, quickly gripping his cock and pumping his length so his cum begins to spill onto your drenched slit. The thick, white ropes paint your skin, mixing with your own arousal as he releases between your thighs. His body tightens, muscles tensing, chest heaving, and after the last drop hits your skin, he exhales the deepest breath before he pulls away to allow his body to melt into the couch.

You both take a moment to catch your breaths, coming down from the new experience and allowing the moment to register in your minds. The shyness begins to take hold once again, suddenly finding yourself grinning and a bit giggly as he reaches for the towel he prepared and begins cleaning you, taking care of you. He can’t help but to grin as well between places a few soft kisses against your lips, but neither of you say much as you try to gather yourselves. He finishes wiping between your thighs as a few more giggles slip from your lips, and then he focuses on himself while you wrap yourself up in your robe once again.

The moment he’s finished cleaning up until he can take a hot shower (in which you will join him for, though you already had one), you lean in to press your lips against his cheek, and in a way you silently thank him for being so open to trying new things, and patient enough to make you feel completely comfortable with him.

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HEEEEY what about the bestfriend blurb with Spenceeeerrr

Im dying here you know

have a great day

I appreciate you screaming the hey out of me. Am at the hospital because this almost-27-year-old-little-girl discovered she is a chronic asthmatic :) I don't wanna die and I don't want you to die sooo, you asked you'll receive.

Note from this author: This is more than a blurb, but we will still call it a blurb. It contains delicate topics so, I recommend reading the warning contents here AND I'm a pretender and delusional writer, and a super cool nurse answered my creepy questions last night during his shift. There's a bunch of medical terms I'm using here that are probably so very erroneous so my apologies, play along with me, please.

Also theres a part 1, 2 and 3

Bestfriend Blurb #4

Summary: You and Spencer are best friends and colleagues who are deeply in love for each other but oblivious at the same time. Let's see how much it takes for them to find out.

Words: 1.3 k

DELICATE CONTENT read the warning

You had put on your headphones; that was a clear "not to disturb" signal for everyone around. Something that slightly bothered Hotchner was that you were indeed doing so in the middle of a police station during an investigation into a series of murders. He didn't say anything because, at least, you had gone to get them decent coffee (not the one the sheriff's secretary made), and you were reviewing on the map the locations where the child abductions were occurring and where the unsub had left the bodies.

Your brow was furrowed, and you hadn't added sugar to your coffee; Spencer observed this from a distance with curiosity. You always added sugar, especially in the morning. They had been sent to Maryland after a case involving an unknown subject who kidnapped infants and left them in public places for everyone to see a day or two later. It was a complicated case, especially because they were children, and the time between abduction and death was so short that it seemed hopeless for the families.

"They just kidnapped another child. Tommy Gibson, three years old," Sheriff Saget entered the room they had been given for the case investigation. You turned, taking off your headphones, paying attention for the first time to something other than the points marked on the map. Spencer could hear Janis's raspy voice coming from your headphones even from a distance. "Same victimology, same modus operandi; he killed the person he was taking care by, his godmother, and took him from the scene in broad daylight. His parents arrived two hours after leaving him and recognized the signs from the news. They immediately called the police to report it," he added, "We've sent everything to your analyst, and she'll be investigating it," he announced, and as if on cue, their phones started ringing, indicating the influx of information that Penelope was undoubtedly sending them.

Hotchner hurried to contact her and put her on speaker to bring everyone up to date.

"Does it say if there was any kind of violence?" J.J. asked.

The sheriff nodded as Penelope grimaced with displeasure.

"Yes, the door was smashed, but there wasn't much violence in Tommy's godmother's death. The blow was gruesome but effective."

"He killed her with a rigid object, a poker; an investigation is underway right now," Rossi remarked, focused on the police report.

"He used a knife and a hammer for the previous ones," Derek added with technical expertise.

"Because he doesn't care about them. The nanny, the grandmother, and the godmother were just a means to an end," you murmured, leaning your hands on the table and looking directly at Rossi.

"I'm getting permission for public security cameras," Penelope rushed to inform. "Crosses social lines, but so far, he has stuck with the same race; Caucasian boys between two and three years old," Derek said with technical experience.

"Tommy's parents are on their way to give their version of the events," the sheriff informed Hotchner, who nodded.

He turned to Penelope, "Anything else, Garcia?"

"So far, there isn't much connecting the children except their age. I'll be looking into them a bit more. There has to be something in common," Penelope said her goodbyes and immediately started gathering information, ending the call.

Everyone looked at Hotchner, awaiting his directive. He looked at J.J. and Prentiss.

"J.J., you and Emily will go with Tommy's parents. David, Derek, and I will go to the morgue to find out more informationabout this unsub." Then his eyes landed on you, and you knew exactly what he would say next. "You and Spencer will go to the crime scene and figure out what connects Tommy to the rest of the abducted children." You nodded, stretching your back and getting ready to leave. "One more thing; take your camera and leave those headphones."

You felt your cheeks warm with embarrassment, swiftly removing the headphones, nodding.

"Yes, sir," you mumbled, starting to leave the place, trying to focus on the case and not the recent slight embarrassment.

"Are you okay?" Spencer hurried to catch up with you, concerned. You nodded, but that didn't satisfy him. "Is it because of the children?"

"Wait!" both of you heard from behind, turning to see a police officer stopping you with excitement. "The sheriff told me to go with you and see your work."

You sighed, looking at the pretty blonde approaching, you finally answered Spencer "Of course, it's about the children."

If Spencer hadn't been too busy answering the officer's incessant questions from the back seat of the car, he would have realized that it wasn't about the children. In fact, the real issue was much more humiliating. Apart from hating cases involving children, the real problem was that you knew there was something you weren't seeing right in front of your eyes, and it wasn't due to something serious. No, the culprit was, in fact, sitting right behind you, smiling at your best friend while polishing his red apple . You gripped the steering wheel, trying not to make it obvious that her presence was irritating you.

But if you were honest, much more honest; it wasn't just that. You recognized in the young officer the enthusiasm and curiosity you felt when starting your career at the academy. You could even understand her annoying infatuation with Spencer's intelligence or how she couldn't help but gravitate toward him like Peter Pan's little Tinkerbell. What irritated you in a wild and unprofessional way was that Spencer seemed to enjoy it. You had never seen him smile so much in the past few hours since arriving in Maryland, and that made you furious because you couldn't remember making him smile like that ever.

"It's incredible that he graduated so young from college, and the FBI considered him for an elite position," the girl mentioned with an admiring sigh, then turned to you, "Isn't that amazing?"

"Astonishingly breathtaking" you ironically murmured under your breath but unable to deny it.

"Is there anything from fieldwork that has been a real challenge for you?" she asked.

"I can think of a few," you replied quietly, of course, unable to avoid glancing at her sideways through the rearview mirror with an ironic tone.

"I'm sorry; I know I'm sometimes too enthusiastic. But you guys are my heroes; the FBI is the main reason I wanted to join law enforcement in the first place," she replied somewhat embarrassed.

You wanted to scream in frustration because the girl was nice and entirely innocent, and you were unloading your unreasonable anger on her for no reason.

"Don't apologize. It's that spirit that will lead you to save people and do a good job," you allowed yourself to rectify that uncomfortable impasse caused by you. It was the least you could do after sending tranquilizing darts through your eyes since you met her.

You tried to avoid Spencer's concerned gaze until you reached the Gibson's house, but you couldn't simply stop watching them. You knew something about that didn't sit right with you, but you turned your attention back to the officer's interested gestures and Spencer's animated smile to bury the splinter that had been constantly pricking your insides, almost leaving you breathless. You heard her laugh, then her hand squeezed Spencer's arm.

"Agent, you're so funny."

Okaaaaaay. That's it. You're done. Adiós

Without warning, you turned around, showed your badge to the officer guarding Tommy's house, and started taking photos inside without knowing what you were really looking for. Well, you were trying not to think about the officer and her enthusiastic hands on Spencer's biceps.

"What's wrong with you?" Spencer's question made you jump as you took photos of the kitchen where the child and his godmother were presumed to have been when the unknown subject surprised them.

"Nothing; just doing what Hotchner asked me to do," you announced, bringing the camera to your face and taking another photo of the broken chair and plates on the floor, "and your admirer?" you asked with a trembling voice, looking at how the photo turned out and examining the details.

Spencer furrowed his brow, you knew even if you couldn't see it from your angle. But he approached you with his hands in his front pockets.

"She stayed chatting with her colleagues at the entrance. What's bothering you about her?" You frowned and looked at Spencer, almost offended.

"What's bothering me...? Nothing! She's just a bit annoying, but it's okay; I understand her," you quickly replied, walking through the room and looking around with curiosity.

"Yeah, because that's why you'd be blasting Janis Joplin so loud that even a cow would be startled." You sharpened your gaze, looking at him through your lashes.

"I'm surprised you had time to notice anything with all the giggles she was getting out of you." You wanted to hit yourself; cut off your damn tongue or something.

You should have changed the subject; raised the white flag of surrender, but instead, you gave the most perceptive person on the planet material to soon draw the most accurate conclusion; that you were so jealous.

"What are you talking about?" Spencer asked, his face contorting into a confused and almost disgusted expression.

"Forget it," you snapped almost like an order.

"No; you said it. You have to explain it now."

"Spencer..." you murmured, rolling your eyes at his insistence, but you knew he wouldn't give up on this.

"No. I want to know what you mean."

"Nothing!" you grunted. "Just that you're smiling," you pointed, looking him in the eyes, feeling defeated just by saying it. "All morning you've been talking to her, and you've been happy and smiling, and...I've never seen you like this with anyone, and it's...weird," you admitted and finally downplayed it with a wave of your hand, "Forget it," you sighed, "it's not your fault."

"My fault for what?" You looked at him again.

"That a police officer who barely knows you knows better how to make you laugh than I, your best friend, do," you muttered, feeling your emotions reaching their limit and your irrational anger and jealousy starting to sting your eyes with tears. But you wouldn't cry.

Spencer furrowed his brow, his gaze suddenly a bit more relaxed, and the sparkle in his eyes indicated that he was understanding better how you felt. And then came that gesture of pity, and you refused to let him feel that way for you. "Hey..."

"Agents, do you think you've gathered enough evidence? I have officers on an extended shift who will collapse from hunger any minute now. They haven't eaten anything for hours, except for that gluten-free hummus and cookies the Gibsons offered them when they arrived," one of the officers entered the kitchen, interrupting the conversation.Thanks to the Universe.

"That's it, officer," you replied, turning off the camera and starting to walk towards the door with Spencer. Then you stopped, extending your hand and gently tapping Spencer's abdomen, halting his steps too. "Hummus and gluten-free cookies," you looked at Spencer. "Richard Collins, the first victim. Didn't his family consume fruits and vegetables without pesticides from their own greenhouse?"

It took him only a few seconds to analyze what you were saying. "And Bobby's family had a sustainable irrigation system," he recalled the first victim. "Call Penelope, something in this has to be connected."

"The results of the forensic analysis indicate a high production of Interleukin-1," Spencer spoke into the phone as you, he, and his cheerleader were already settled in the car, heading back to the station. "However, these kids had never experienced high fevers in their lives"

Their families were all anti-vaxxers. Despite leading healthy lives, and their parents being very responsible with their children's health, they hadn't taken them to their measles vaccination appointment.

"If they didn't have the vaccine, do you think the unknown wanted to simulate a measles outbreak?" Penelope asked on the other end of the call.

"It's possible; then he doesn't have access to the virus but to the medical records," Prentiss responded.

"An anti-anti-vaxxer?"

"Exactly. We could be talking about a paramedic or even an administrative worker with access to records but not to the laboratories," Derek spoke thoughtfully.

"How do you induce fever without making a child sick?" Tinker bell asked from the back seat.

"There were high levels of Cefuroxime, an antibiotic used for bronchitis or even gonorrhea. That explains the fever, but not the death," Spencer intervened.

"He needed a trigger," you murmured, trying to remember everything you've learned, but the information tangled in your mind. "There were also traces of the same measles vaccine in the children's blood sample, right? Sometimes it's contraindicated if the patient has any dermatological problems, fever, or seizures," you recalled.

"If the unsub caused the child's fever to simulate a measles attack and then applied the vaccine, it's likely that it caused the death," they heard J.J's voice "He didn't hydrated them, he didn't feed them. He just left them tobdie alone and in pain"

"It doesn't take much for such a young child to die from fever. Seizures after a vaccine are caused by fever, especially if it's not controlled. He made them boil until their bodies couldn't take it anymore," you muttered, annoyed, trying to control your urge to press the accelerator to the maximum.

"It has to be someone who can easily access medications and has some minimal experience in medicine. It doesn't take much knowledge. We're looking for someone who has an extreme opinion about anti-vaxxers. Someone who has expressed excessive anger on social media. Surely, he's proud of the murders and shares news about the topic online," Derek told Penelope over the phone.

"I'm narrowing down the search, but look; Do you know how many people cancel anti-vaxxers on social media daily? Many of them are healthcare workers."

"We're talking about a narcissistic vigilant," Rossi added. "He's between 40 and 50 years old, probably lost a child of that age relatively recently. Maybe he was very responsible with vaccinations and feels it's unfair that the children of people who consciously decide not to vaccinate them are still alive."

"That's terrible, but..." they heard Penelope typing furiously until she found the only name that blinked on the screen. "...we have Martin August. A Caucasian man, 45 years old. He works for a supply company. Coincidentally, he delivers medications to the three hospitals in the area where Bobby, Richard, and Tommy are treated."

"What about the family background?" Hotchner asked.

"You got it right. He lost his two-year-old son, Charlie, three years ago, and he was very strict. He never missed any medical appointments. I'd say the child practically lived in the hospital."

"But if he died three years ago... What triggered him?" J.J asked.

"Good question." She decided to check the civil records and found a divorce certificate. "Martin divorced his wife when his son was just one year old. The thing is, she remarried and recently had a baby."

"He must feel that she forgot about Charlie and is rebuilding her life," they heard Prentiss say.

You and Spencer looked at each other alarmed. "He's going after his ex-wife's son," you said with certainty, knowing that if the man killed Tommy, he wouldn't wait at all to go after his next victim, and you suspected that with her, he wouldn't hesitate to cause even more harm.

After an hour and a bit more, you and the team found Tommy. He was in a very dangerous condition; undoubtedly, Martin had taken it out on him, probably rehearsing everything he would do with his ex-wife's little baby. However, the doctors were positive about it, and you decided not to leave the hospital until you knew the child would be stable. J.J had stayed there, and you had promised to accompany her; you knew how tough child cases were for her. Both drove back to Washington, and you made sure Will was informed of the situation and would accompany her that night with his famoustea and a good conversation. From there, you continued alone to your apartment; Penelope had helped you find it, and it was a couple of blocks from hers. You started walking towards the reception of the building when you found Spencer sitting on one of the lobby's chairs.

You looked at him somewhat surprised; the tension of the case had dissipated all the previous events; it had been effective in making you forget that you had ever been jealous and that you had had that conversation where you practically admitted hownyou were feeling.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" you asked, leaning on one of your feet, tilting your head. "What are you doing here?"

He got up from his seat and approached you with a strange look; there was doubt on his face but determination in his gaze.

"Do you remember that strawberry punch you make?"

You raised your eyebrows. "Spencer Walter Reid wants to drink alcohol?"

"With you," he added with a half-smile. "I want to drink alcohol with you."

You stared at him; the circles under his eyes were more marked than usual. You knew he was tired; you couldn't just send him home and deny him a peace punch. You nodded your head and pointed to the elevator, greeting the building manager just before the doors closed.

Spencer stood still beside you; you could feel his warmth colliding with your body. It was crazy and sent confusing signals through your spine.

"When Officer Williams praised me, it made me feel good," he murmured. "Not everyone has the patience to hear everything I have to say all the time," he added, watching the numbers indicating the levels of the building move up on the screen.

"I listen to you always, J.J listens to you always, Prentiss does, so Penelope and Rossi. Derek and Hotchner sort of listen to you all the time," you reminded him.

He nodded, stretching his lips into a thin line, still not making eye contact with you.

"I know."

"Not like that, though," you added. "We don't flirt with you."

You saw his cheeks blush, and then you knew you had hit the mark.

"I think we all have an ego to feed, right?" he murmured. "You were right, but you're also wrong," he finally looked you in the eyes, this time not breaking eye contact for a second. "Yes, I smiled with the things she said, they made me happy. But you... I don't need you to do or say anything; I am happy because of you. I don't smile with you; I do it because of you."

Of course, hearing him say that sent a warm signal through your body; it was as if suddenly you were wrapped in a satin blanket, and your feet didn't hurt, and thatpast case didn't happen. You never went to Maryland and now you are floating. And despite how good it felt, you knew you shouldn't get used to it.

"Spencer, you don't have to..."

"No. I know I don't say it often because saying it out of nowhere and without context would sound strange, but it's the truth; I don't need words, or places, or anything to be happy when I'm with you. I could be vegetating by your side, and I would be the happiest man alive" he admitted this time, looking at you with such intensity, and his words being so real that they touched the most sensitive and hidden nerve in your depth.

Your eyes stung, but you knew you wouldn't cry. Instead, bravely, you stretched your hand towards Spencer, and he took yours with confidence.

"I don't need anything else either, Spence."

And like a stroke of magic, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened. The moment had started and ended in the same location, but just like the elevator had done, you knew that conversation had left you in a different place, yet you didn't feel strange. In fact, you couldn't wait to explore it.

Part 5 and 6

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #dr spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #spencer x bestfriend! reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid bestfriend blurb #spencer reid x jealous! reader #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #derek morgan #david rossi

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yanderes-galore · 9 months

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Could you write a platonic concept for Lonely Freddy (Fazbear Frights)? i think this would work if reader is an employee at the pizzeria and found the bear. The obssesion starts and then LF uses that stare in reader, switching bodies with us, and then kidnapping us (now in our new body). Also, gender-neutral.

Sorry if it was too specific.

It's fine! I'll see what I got :) Wasn't too specific at all!

Yandere! Platonic! Lonely Freddy Concept

(Fazbear Frights: Lonely Freddy)

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warning: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Forced friendship, Manipulation, Body swapping, Strangely caring yandere, Stalking/Following, Implied that darling is mentally exhausted/always stressed, Kidnapping.

It's been awhile since I've read this story so I apologize if anything is off.

In this concept I assume all of the Lonely Freddy's have the ability to body swap.

I also assume they can all walk on their own because I vaguely remember there being a scene where a Lonely Freddy is following a child.

Lonely Freddys are described as plush toys meant to keep lonely kids company at Freddy Fazbears.

Working at the pizzeria is very taxing on your mental health.

You have to work with kids all day and the place isn't necessarily the cleanest.

The animatronics make you uneasy yet you work here for meager pay.

You may attract a Lonely Freddy due to it sensing your poor mental state or something.

The toy seems to sense you're lonely and maybe it activates around you.

You don't notice it at first until a coworker points out that one of the toys is following you.

This confuses you, causing you to turn from cleaning to see the small bear toy staring up at you with glowing blue eyes.

It looks like it's... waiting for something?

With a soft sigh you pick up the toy and put it away.

What you don't know is this toy is about to show up around you way more often.

This particular Lonely Freddy toy keeps following and watching you while you work.

You've even tried giving it to children to keep them occupied, yet the bear finds a way to wiggle its way back to you.

It's just another instance of Fazbear tech being weird... as usual.

At some point you just decide to tolerate the bear.

You aren't getting rid of it, it's not hurting you, and your coworkers have joked about it being your own personal friend.

At this point you may as well befriend it as it never leaves you be.

The Lonely Freddy's "obsession" is mostly just following you around and monitoring you.

It can't kill, in its current state it can't kidnap, it's currently a harmless companion toy for you.

While you clean you sometimes pick it up to place on a table.

While you entertain kids you sometimes use it as an example for what you can do at Fazbears.

You begin to not mind the toy so much.

In fact, you may feel compelled to talk to it like it's your friend.

You absentmindedly play with it while on your break.

You even find yourself answering the little questions it asks, giving it more and more information about you.

Things only go wrong when the toy hypnotizes you.

In the break room the bear asks you personal questions and soon... you can't move.

By the time you regain your senses again, you and the bear have swapped.

Those glowing blue eyes of the bear now glow in your color.

Your body... now belonging to the bear... has vibrant blue eyes.

It seems inhuman.

Instead of having your fate be one of the dumpster like many before you, the bear decides it should continue its duty.

You're supposed to be friends!

It activated because you were unhappy... so now it'll take care of you!

Not many may notice the personality change between you and the bear.

Although it's a bit weird that it looks like you're very affectionate to the bear now, way more than before.

The Lonely Freddy takes your place.

It takes on the stressful tasks of your life while catering to you in your new plush body.

It never takes its hands off you, holding you happily.

You're placed on the bed while it rests in your body.

It whispers praises to you, saying there's no need to worry anymore.

If anything it's improving your life!

You won't have to suffer anymore.

As a plush bear, you can be happy. It'll keep you safe.

You're scared, sad, and upset.

Yet you can't convey these emotions as a Lonely Freddy.

You can only sit and endure while the bear masquerades as you in your body.

It tells you you'll be happy with no more responsibility in your life now... it'll handle everything from now on!

While that sounds nice... that never meant you wanted to spend the rest of your life imprisoned within a plush toy, either.

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fnaf #yandere fazbear frights #yandere lonely freddy #platonic yandere

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anothermansjeans · 10 months

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idk how you feel about songfics but i’m obsessed w tswift’s dbatc rn and i’m just thinking about spencer reid having a secret relationship that he leaves bc he’s afraid his so will be killed by an unsub but his so is like a local singer and garcias a huge fan and is like omg this song is so beautiful and sad happy ending or angst ending doesn’t matter i just think that song encompasses how i would feel if i loved and lost reid sorry for rambling anywayyy

i am a woman on a mission and ik you just requested this but as soon as i saw it i got immediate inspo

i also have a hotch x reader fic called death by a thousand cuts BUT i had to do this one as well 🫶 also i’m so sorry if it’s shit i’m so tired lmaoooo

I Can’t Pretend It’s Okay When It’s Not

spencer reid x fem!reader

When Penelope gushed about a local musician she absolutely adores playing at the cafe she visits frequently and forced the entirety of the BAU team to tag along, she forgot to mention what Spencer would deem the most important piece of information— her name.

At first, when they walked into the coffee shop already a couple songs in due to the team's later arrival (much to Penelope’s dismay), Spencer wasn’t completely aware of the angelic voice completing beautiful melodies. His main focus being on getting coffee into his system asap, while he was up at the counter, he tuned it out almost completely— again, almost. The moment he heard her speak was a completely different story.

“Um, so this is a new song…” the woman on the small five inch high stage started, “I actually wrote it a couple weeks ago after a very… difficult time in my life… a time I’m still actually going through, but I hope you guys have it in your heart to give it a listen with open minds. This is Death by a Thousand Cuts.”

Spencer slowly walked back over to the team, eyes wide and fixed on the woman he believes is the love of his life. The only problem being he has no right to call her his anymore.

Soft strumming of the guitar began, with low my’s being sung, and he heard a soft gasp come from his left. “Oh, this is gonna hurt,” Penelope said, one hand placed on her chest while the other hugged around her body.

“Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts

Flashbacks waking me up

I get drunk, but it's not enough

'Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby

I look through the windows of this love

Even though we boarded them up

Chandelier's still flickering here

'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not

It's death by a thousand cuts”

Not even a minute in and Spencer feels as though he’s been stabbed through the heart. It’s difficult hearing it from her perspective. When he made the decision to end what they had, it was out of protection— it was so that she wouldn’t have to deal with the burdens of his job.

“I dress to kill my time

I take the long way home

I ask the traffic lights if it'll be all right

They say, "I don't know"

And what once was ours is no one's now

I see you everywhere

The only thing we share

Is this small town”

“You said it was a great love

One for the ages

But if the story's over

Why am I still writing pages?”

Spencer thinks back to their love story, back to when it began and the blissful moments, the rendezvous’, and the unasked questions about why they only ever had real dates inside and why no one on the team or anyone with any semblance of importance in Spencer’s life knew of them.

He thinks back to how happy she was, and how she was content with just being with him. How when her eyes lit up the first time he said he loved her, but also the dim the second he ended things.

He thinks about the nightmares he thought were over. How instead of Maeve being the victim it was now her. How if it wasn’t for those nightmares, the onslaught of “what-if’s” wouldn’t plague his mind. How if he had a less dangerous job, a job that didn’t take every ounce of life or happiness out of him, he would and could still be with her.

And as he thinks of these things, he suddenly becomes aware of the blazing eyes that had locked with his, and a tiny gasp is heard from the microphone before she starts playing with more vigor.

“My heart, my hips, my body, my love

Trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch

Gave up on me like I was a bad drug

Now I'm searching for signs in a haunted club

Our songs, our films, united we stand

Our country, guess it was a lawless land

Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

Paper cut stings from our paper thin plans”

It hurt. So much. And it was clear it wasn’t only him because each word she sang was aimed to puncture him. The tears brimming in her eyes were also evident. To anyone else, her words are curated from past

memories from someone who hurt her, but to Spencer, it was a message. A message that every single part of their relationship was taken into account while writing this song. A message that everything they’ve ever said or done had been tainted with the memory of him leaving her with no explanation.

“My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust

Trying to find a part of me you didn't take up

Gave you too much but it wasn't enough

But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts”

He watches as she screws her eyes shut, and the sharpness of her words becomes duller as she sings on. He knew he fucked up the moment he walked out of her apartment the night he ended it, but he has never regretted it more than now. He misses her. He misses smiles, the laughter, the unconditional love that radiates from her. He would do anything to get that back.

He doesn’t realize he’s standing there, staring at her in awe mixed with sadness until applause is heard throughout the cafe and Penelope lets out a small “so sad and and beautiful,” while wiping under her eyes. He also doesn’t realize that after she announces a small break that he was walking up to her in a daze, the entire team behind him eyes wide with shock.

He also doesn't realize the first words he speaks to her are what they both longed to hear between the two for weeks.

“I miss you so much.”

She’s shocked to say the least. She’s completely speechless to the point where he begins to speak again due to the lack of words on her side.

“I’m an idiot— I’m, I’m so stupid. You’d think with an IQ of 187 I would be able to not make decisions like leaving the one woman I love the most in the world. Y/N, I swear I thought I was keeping you safe because with me and my job, that’s not always a guarantee, but listening to you and what you’re going through, I can’t— I know it wasn’t the right thing to do—”

“Spencer,” she finally cut him off, placing her hand on his arm and shifting her eyes to the people behind him who had been standing with him. “Later, okay? You can tell me everything later when we aren’t surrounded by a bunch of people.” The look in her eyes was genuine, but there was still hurt swimming in them. He wanted to say something, anything to ease it, but before he could open his mouth she grabbed the acoustic guitar and gave him a small smile. “And I miss you too,” she said before walking back up on the small platform and adjusting her mic.

While introducing her next song, Spencer slowly made his way back to the group who were going to ask the inevitable questions, but that didn’t stop the small smile from making its way to his lips, and he thought that maybe, just maybe, they won’t have to pretend to be okay anymore.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #anne marie answers

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ovaruling · 28 days

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the big Easter event at the animal sanctuary went really really well. i was in charge of the Critter Area, where children and their parents could come meet the animals, and brush them, and pet them.

given my inexperience w children, i was nervous, bc i’m extremely protective of these animals. the owner of the sanctuary is very into these events for children, but i’m stoutly against it.

i was pleasantly surprised to find that the children older than 5 listened raptly to me tell them about why these animals were here as rescues, and why it’s important to rescue them, to give them love, and to value their lives the way we do people. they wanted to know all about every animal.

i told them how each animal here was an individual, with likes and dislikes and favorite things, with emotions, just like them. that they love to play, that they love to be with their friends and family members and they get very sad and scared when they’re alone.

they asked lots of questions, which i answered honestly, on their level, and to their satisfactions.

i was explaining to one little girl (while i showed her how to give belly rubs to a pig) that mommy pigs sing to their babies while they nurse, and that pigs like to sleep nose to nose snuggled with their loved ones.

and she gasped and went, “just like me and mommy!!!!!!” and her mom explained to me that her daughter had insisted on sleeping face to face last night with her—and that they often sing songs together.

i nodded and told the girl, “yes, just like you! pigs love their mommies, just like you.” and she seemed very happy to understand that. her mom was also impressed by the complexity of pigs and asked me a few questions, too.

so, idk, hopefully some children (and parents) went home with new information and some new compassion.

overall a good day of volunteering so far. i got to pat, rub, scratch, and scritch all the animals—that’s what it’s all about.

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I Almost Told You That I Loved You Ch. 11

Chapter 10 | IATYTILY Masterlist | Chapter 12

A/N: It's slowly coming together! This isn't beta'd.

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,4k

Pairing: Jax Teller x F! reader

Plot: This takes place shortly after Tara leaves Charming. You start working at Teller-Morrow and an unlikely and messy relationship forms between you and Jax.

Warnings: None

You had scheduled the next two days off of work to focus on school. You have a big exam coming up and a paper due and you want to make sure you pass. It works out anyways because honestly Jax is the last person you want to see and he would be a major distraction from your studies, and not in a good way. You don't know what the hell happened yesterday that made Jax do a 180. Maybe he's just an asshole through and through and nothing he ever says or does actually means anything.

You take a break from studying to go make a grocery store run. As you're digging through your purse for your car keys, you find a strip of folded paper at the bottom. You pull it out and unfold it to see a phone number staring at you. Before making an early exit yesterday, you had ran into Will again and he gave you his phone number. You were never interested in him, but he seems like a nice guy. If there is someone to get romantically involved with, it should be him, but based off your short track record, nice guys are far from your radar. It might be time to change that. You deserve better. You had already decided you weren't going to bother calling him when he had given you his number, but you reluctantly shove the piece of paper back into your purse and head out.

***

As you're strolling down the cereal aisle, you pause to look for the Raisin Bran for your aunt. It's not where you usually find it. Your eyes then spot them up high on the top shelf. You try to reach up for it on your tiptoes. Who's bright idea was it to move them here?

"Hey, you need a hand?"

You turn your head and find Frankie standing a few feet away from you, holding a box of cereal of his own. You're surprised at running into him and the instant shift in his facial expression makes you realize he didn't seem to recognize you either until he saw your face.

"Yeah, that would be great," you flash him a smile.

Frankie walks over and reaches up to grab a box for you.

"Thanks!" You take it from him and put it in your basket.

"No problem. Didn't know you live in this side of town," Frankie says.

"Yeah. You live around here too?"

"Nah, my moms and baby sister does. Just picking up some things for them." He lifts up the box of fruity cereal in his hand. "So how are you doing? I didn't see you at Gemma's fundraiser yesterday."

"Oh, I left early. I wasn't really feeling well," you lie. "Plus, I have some homework to do and a big test coming up, so I wanted to get a head start on studying."

"You're smart. I like that," he nods while tapping his temple with his forefinger. "Don't meet too many broads like you."

You find Frankie charming in his own way, despite his interesting choice of vocabulary.

"Hey, you wanna maybe grab a cup of coffee some time?" You ask spontaneously.

"Nah, I don't do coffee," Frankie shakes his head. "Always gives me the jitters, like I did a line of coke."

You look back at him with a slight tilt to your head, amused.

"Okay, how about dinner? Just you and me..."

"OHHH," Frankie replies with wide eyes, shifting his weight to his other leg, realizing what you meant. "Listen, I'm really really flattered, but you're Jax's girl. You're untouchable." He raises his arms up in defeat.

“I’m not Jax’s girl,” you chuckle. “We're not together, together. We're just... fucking around," you explain.

"Not from what I see and hear. If he hasn't passed you around to any of us, it means he doesn't want nobody touching you," Frankie states. "That man doesn't play when it comes to his property.”

It takes you a moment to process this new information. You have so many questions.

"First of all, I am nobody's property. Second, what did you mean by he didn't pass me around to you guys? He... he does that with all the girls he sleeps with?"

"Yeah, I mean, usually he's wham, bam, thank you ma'am!" Frankie salutes. "And then he doesn't care anymore. Unless someone calls dibs first. He respects that."

You're not sure what to make of all this. It makes you feel uneasy and disgusted to hear all this, but at the same time, it makes absolutely no sense. Jax's actions and words have not matched up to what Frankie has imparted to you, but then again, Jax's actions and words have always contradicted each other.

"Well, I'm not Jax's girl, regardless of what you see or hear," you tell him with your hand on your waist.

Frankie simply shrugs.

"Look, as long as you're still fucking Jax, our interactions can't be anything more than friendly. I don't mean friendly friendly either," he explains.

"I see. Well, it was nice running into you, Frankie. Thanks for the help," you point to the cereal box in your basket.

"Of course. See you around," he nods and you both start walking away, but you stop and turn.

"Wait!"

Frankie turns back.

"What happened between him and Tara?"

"Sorry, sweetheart. It ain't my story to tell," Frankie shakes his head and walks off.

***

Your first day back at work was pretty standard. It was easy avoiding Jax all day since him and Opie were out doing club stuff. As you gather your things to get ready to leave, you hear motorcycles pulling into the lot. You walk over to the window to check. Great, the club's back.

You quickly grab all your things and walk to your car. As you do so, you pass behind the row of motorcycles that just pulled up. A few people notice you and greet with a nod. You politely nod back as you continue your way to your car. You accidentally make eye contact with Jax when he takes his helmet off. You instantly look away and focus on your car which is only a few feet away.

When you get into the driver's side you start the car and wait a few moments. You look out the passenger side window to look towards Jax, but don't see him. A sudden knock on your window startles you. You look over and see Jax waving at you. You roll down the window and he leans his arms against the top of the car, dipping his head down in the open space.

"Hey," he greets.

"Hey," you reply flatly.

"Just wanted to give this back to you. You left it at my place." Jax pulls a hair clip out from his pocket and hands it to you.

You glance down at it, staring at it for a moment before taking it from him.

"Thanks," you simply say, then get ready to back your car up.

"Wait!"

You look over to him, waiting for him to say something.

"What are you doing this Friday?"

"Excuse me?" you ask, not sure if you heard correctly.

"You wanna hang out Friday?" he looks away as he asks.

"Do you want to hang out on Friday?" you shoot back.

"Yeah, I do," he nods, then pauses. "Um... Ope told me about your classmate."

When you had bumped into Opie on the way out of the fundraiser, he apologized to you on Jax's behalf and you explained to him the same you did with Frankie - you and Jax are not exclusive. You also mentioned to him that Will was just a classmate and there was nothing going on, not that it's any of Jax's business anyways.

"What about him?" you ask curiously.

"Nothing," he shrugs. "Are we good?"

"Are we good?" you ask back.

"I am if you are," he says.

"What if I'm not?"

"Look I..." Jax looks around as he tries to find the words. "Can we talk about this Friday?"

You look at him for a few moments deciding.

"JAX! COME ON! WE GOT CHURCH!" someone yells out to him.

"Give me a minute!" He looks over the roof of the car and shouts before dipping his head back down to you.

"Okay, fine," you blurt out.

A genuine smile plays upon his face.

"Great. See you tomorrow," he winks, then slaps the roof of your car and back away.

You throw him a smile and he watches as you pull out of the lot.

#charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam fanfiction #jax teller #jax teller x female reader #jax teller x you #jax teller x reader #jax teller fanfiction #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction

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theamityelf · 18 days

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If you will can u give us more on the Warriors of Hope as Kamukuras??? Especially how Izuru acts w them?? I’ll take anything abt them that you can give

Okay, I'm going to start from the beginning. As far as how they got to be Kamukuras, I'm thinking the school already wanted to use young children, they were scouting Hope's Peak Elementary for kids who could feasibly go missing, and, when they found out about the UDG kids' home situations, they realized they had enough blackmail on their parents that they couldn't object to having their children used for the Kamukura Project.

Masaru would be a lot lower-energy once he's been Kamukurafied. His emotions have been suppressed, after all. He still has inklings of a "sporty" side, but after spending so much time in medical restraints, he only expresses that side of himself when no one is looking. And when he does, it doesn't resemble play at all. Most of the time, he moves slowly and languidly from place to place, his neck slack with boredom, but then when no one's eyes are on him he'll break into a sprint or climb. He makes regular escape attempts. The prospect of escaping the labs is the one thing focusing his energy. He doesn't really have a plan or objective for once he gets out; he just needs to get out. He needs to be where he isn't at anyone else's mercy.

He's hostile to the scientists, but it usually manifests harmlessly; most days, he's more obnoxious than anything. He'll correct people when they're incorrect about even the smallest thing. "You didn't know that, did you?" is pretty much his new catchphrase, as he's often rattling off highly specialized information they didn't ask for. When they do ask him questions, he'll answer in another language just to be inconvenient.

But also, every now and then, he will attack them, if they leave a syringe or scalpel in grabbable range of him. A few of them have been stabbed or slashed in some pretty important arteries. He might have killed some doctors.

His default expression is an angelic grin, because he knows it unsettles them.

Jataro I think would be highly introverted. He'd ignore the scientists more than anything. Most of his interactions with them would be swiping things from their pockets to take apart; his room is filled with disassembled pens and penlights that used to be theirs. Whenever he gets to hold an object in his hands, he feels compelled to strip it down to its base components. If he ever got his hands on a plant, he'd pull the leaves and petals off and generally rip it to tiny pieces. Same for small animals, etc. It's just something he does. He wouldn't say he likes it; he just does it.

He's not nearly as socially-inclined as Masaru. He doesn't talk to the scientists pretty much at all, but he talks out loud to himself a lot. Murmurs, really. Just a vocalized stream of consciousness. Sometimes he talks about the scientists, to himself, but he doesn't answer when they speak to him. He doesn't believe there's a point. He's nothing to them, after all. No matter what he says to them, they'll hurt him if it occurs to them that the project might benefit.

His default expression is blank. Sometimes he laughs, but it's more an energy outlet than an expression of any emotion.

Kotoko is always tense. She often hides. Like Masaru, she lashes out at the scientists, but unlike him, her goal is to cause them as much suffering as possible. She's not targeting the circulatory system; she's targeting the nervous system. She's breaking expensive equipment in expensive ways. Like Jataro's destructive streak except, again, her goal is to have as many unpleasant consequences for her captors as possible.

She is no longer triggered by the same word as before; now she is triggered by her old name.

Her default expression is just a haunting Kubrick stare.

Nagisa is pretty much exactly what they were trying to make. He answers their questions completely, truthfully, and clearly. If they ask him to kill someone, he'll do it. He has completely bought into the established power dynamic in which he is a tool. He is calm, emotionless, and excellent.

His default expression is normal, because he's learned how to do that.

And Monaca imitates. She copies the speech patterns and facial expressions of the scientists when she's with them, and does the same with her fellow Lil Kamukuras when she's with them. She's similar to Makoto, as far as being more focused on understanding others than being a person herself, but she doesn't reach the conclusion that things must matter because someone else cares; she feels they're all wrong to care about such pointless things.

The Lil Kamukuras all like each other well enough. In fact, they're quite attached to each other. The other Lil Kamumuras are the only ones who can get Jataro to eat, the only ones Kotoko won't hide from. They're often placed in the same room to observe what they'll do. They understand each other and get along much better than any of them gets along with the scientists. Except Nagisa; he considers himself a tool, doesn't feel a need to socialize with the other tools, and will not join in any escape attempts.

Monaca doesn't care about escaping in and of itself; she's just mirroring the other Lil Kamukuras.

Mahiru or Izuru is the one to find out about the Junior branch of the program. They go to break it up and free the subjects without the others; Nagito is a bit too chaotic, and there's an unspoken reluctance to involve the younger ones unnecessarily.

When the older Kamukuras free them, killing a lot of scientists in the process, they earn a bit of respect from the kids. Nagisa takes it in stride that the people he was made to serve are dead, so he should obey their killers now. Kotoko and Masaru get in on the killing as soon as the opportunity arrives and so have already fought alongside Izuru and Mahiru by the time they are formally introduced. Monaca goes with the flow as always, and Jataro goes wherever his friends go.

That said, Kotoko doesn't agree to go with them right away. She doesn't want to be locked up in a new place with stronger captors this time.

"If Blue Hair is adamant about going with our predecessors and Pink Hair is adamantly opposed, it means it's impossible for all of us to stay together," Jataro murmurs to himself.

"Do you want me to drag her?" Nagisa asks their predecessors.

"No," Mahiru answers. "We won't force any of you to come."

Izuru makes eye contact with Kotoko. She will have difficulty surviving on his own, and he has thus far had a perfect record of keeping his successors safe and close. He doesn't like leaving her. But if she dislikes being controlled this much, he supposes he can just watch out for her from a distance. He turns away.

And he only walks a few paces before he hears another set of footsteps join the children following him; Kotoko has decided to come after all. She just needed to know she wouldn't be forced to.

Despite the many rooms in Byakuya's mansion, the children share a room. Nagisa follows Izuru around, waiting for orders. Monaca, Masaru, and eventually Kotoko follow Nagito and join in his chaos. And Jataro sometimes secludes himself, sometimes tags along with the other children, and sometimes sticks to Makoto. He's a good listener.

Often, Jataro will just sit down with one of Byakuya's books, systematically tearing every page out of the binding. Nagisa takes to going behind him and mending them, since Izuru doesn't give him any orders except "Go play with your friends," and Mahiru just tells him, "Try to self-actualize." (And if he asks Byakuya, he'll tell him to fix the books.)

Nagito gladly becomes the one who gets the kids clothes, especially since they're constantly growing out of them. They aren't as willing as Makoto is to wear whatever he picks out, which adds an element of challenge, tailoring his choices to their tastes.

Izuru can tell from across the room if someone hasn't brushed their teeth.

"If I get a cavity, I'm qualified to give myself a filling," Masaru says.

"Brush. Now. Or no dessert tomorrow."

"Do you want me to brush his teeth?" Nagisa asks.

"No."

Kotoko finds a stray cat and keeps it in the room she shares with the other kids. She manages to keep it under wraps for about forty-eight hours (down to keeping herself and her friends completely clean of cat hair) before Izuru asks, "Is there an animal in this house?"

Makoto says, "Let her keep him. He's nice," casually revealing to everyone that he knew the whole time.

#danganronpa #kamukuras au #kamukura babies au #monaca towa #kotoko utsugi #nagisa shingetsu #jataro kemuri #masaru daimon #izuru kamukura #makoto naegi #byakuya togami #mahiru koizumi

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Haven’t I Given Enough? {Anakin Skywalker x GN! Reader}

A/N: Welcome back dearest readers! I apologize for the unannounced hiatus. I needed time to focus on my health and I finally feel like I have a moment to breathe and work through a lot of the writers block I had.

I do not give permission for any of my work to be copied, published and/or translated on any platform including Tumblr.

Summary: You say goodbye to a friend you once knew, and hello to a new threat. Inspired by Gilded Lily (Sped Up) by Cults

With that said, please enjoy this sequel to Ocean Eyes. If you have not read it, please read Ocean Eyes {Anakin Skywalker x GN! Reader} here!

Word count: 1310

Warnings: violence, angst

GIF CREDIT GOES TO ROSIETHESLAYER

Now it’s been long enough to talk about it

You were stationed on Jabiim, escorting civilians through the Path when you felt his presence. An old friend, someone who was very dear to you in the past during your time serving as a Jedi on Coruscant. You turned away from a family resting in the corner to face him.

“Master Kenobi?” You call out, approaching quickly.

“Master {Y/L/N},” He let out a breath he wasn’t aware of and enveloped you in his arms. You felt comfort in his presence. You pull away slowly, your hands resting on his shoulders, “I am quite relieved to see you are alright. Where have you been all these years?”

“Just outside of Mos Espa. Occasionally Tala asks for my help with the Path. She told me she needed me for some high priority passengers… I suppose that means you.”

“Yes, and someone else,” Obi Wan Kenobi ushers forward a small girl, “Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan.” He introduces her.

“It’s nice to meet you. Are you a Jedi too?” She asks, looking up to you. You take her hand with a smile. Obi-Wan can sense the overwhelming thoughts racing through your mind.

I’ve started not to doubt it, just wrap my head around it

“Why, yes I am. It is so nice to meet you.” You stand straight and look to Obi-Wan who nods.

“Tala, do you mind watching her? I must discuss something with {Y/N} here.” He explains to which Tala nods. You and Obi-wan walk off, waiting until Leia is out of earshot of the conversation.

“So, how did you of all people get involved in a rescue mission for the Princess of Alderaan?” You question with a mild smirk playing on your lips.

“{Y/N}, I never wanted you to find out this way… I understand you and Anakin shared a closeness that under normal circumstances would have had you both removed from the Jedi Order..” obi-Wan begins as you stop in your tracks. He turns to face you.

“She is Anakin’s child, isn’t she..?” You speak softly, looking down at the ground as you process this information.

“Well, yes, but… there is another as well. A young boy on Tatooine by the name of Luke. He is under the care of his aunt Beru and uncle Owen.” Obi-Wan explains gently, walking over and placing a hand on your arm, squeezing gently to comfort you.

“O-oh… Lars? The moisture farmer?” You question further, pressing your lips together for a moment.

“Yes, but Anakin is unaware of this and so it shall remain. Their safety is my highest priority.” Obi-Wan explained to you. You pause for a moment before nodding in understanding. Had you misunderstood his affections? Perhaps he was just being a friend and you mistook it for more than just friends. You had to put your feelings aside, and recognize that the past is the past.

“I will do what I must to protect them, just as you do, Obi-Wan. Thank you for bringing forward this information.” You force a small smile, taking his hand. He squeezes yours softly.

“Hey! You’re gonna want to see this.” Tala rushes over, beckoning for the two of you. As you followed, you realized the doors to the hangar had been sealed shut by an outside force.

“They are here… I can feel it.” You whisper, turning to Obi-Wan, “You must do everything to help these doors get open. I will make time.” You mention, pulling the hood of your cloak over your head and walking to the blast doors.

“W-wait, you can’t just give yourself up for us!” Obi-Wan argued, rushing after you.

“Vader thinks I am dead, Obi-Wan. He won’t see me coming. Force knows you would be doing the same.” You argue, pulling your arm back from his grasp. You navigate the tunnels to the blast doors.

“I wish to speak to someone on the other side.” You state.

“If this is your attempt at buying time, you have failed miserably. Anakin Skywalker isn’t here.” A female’s voice spits at you.

“How do you know his true name? Only.. you were there the night of Order 66. You saw him.” You begin putting the pieces together, your mind running frantic.

“Stop. Stop it!” She demands, breathing shakily as the stranger falls back into the memories of that night. The doors open and you are escorted to the outside.

You feel him, although it feels as though he is hidden deep down somewhere, and masked by someone else. You hear the clinking of his uniform as he approaches, stopping a mere ten or so feet before you.

“I had not wished to meet you under such circumstances.” You begin, remaining calm and poised as you stand before the Sith Lord.

“Yet, here you are, alive and breathing. The final piece to a mystery.” He responds, taking a few steps closer. You can feel him trying to probe your mind for information, something he never found himself capable of before.

“What's it supposed to mean?”

“He’s not the only Jedi I seek.” He states simply. Obi-Wan.

“I will not fight you, Anakin. I will not allow you to follow this anger and hatred in your heart. It is not the Jedi way-“

“Such blind faith in the Jedi who couldn’t protect you!” He raises his voice and for a moment, you can feel Anakin breaking through the surface, if only for a moment. You took a deep breath, your mind wandering for a moment.

You were standing alongside Tutso Mara, a fellow Jedi knight, supervising the work being done in the hangar.

“With a munitions expert such as Jackar, we will be properly-“ You began. Before you were able to finish your sentence, an explosion erupted just a few feet from you. The ground beneath you rumbled, as shrapnel from the nearby ship went flying in every direction like great balls of fire. Many were thrown back from the blast, including yourself. You felt your eyes burning from the small pieces of fiery shrapnel that had blasted in your direction. You cried out for help.

“Somebody, please..” you cough, trying to push yourself up, “I can’t see.”

“I do not blame the Jedi for that day.” You claim, remaining calm and steady with your emotions.

“I do.”

“So it’s our fault you turned to this? The Sith are elusive, you cannot tell me you found what you first sought after with them.” You argue, taking a step closer.

“It is no one’s fault but mine, {Y/N}…” Anakin draws his saber from his waist. “The time of the Jedi has come to an end. If you do not join me, you will die a blind and foolish person.”

I remember when you told me it’s an everyday decision

“It is not I who is truly blind, Darth.” You drew your lightsaber, the hum of its power almost bringing comfort to you. You waited for him to strike but he never did. You grounded yourself, feeling the Earth beneath your feet for his presence. You could feel his hesitance, his questioning. Just as you thought it was over, you heard the doors overhead open and the ship engines power up. You slowly turn back to face Darth, gripping your saber tightly.

But with my double vision, how was I supposed to see the way?

Darth sheathed his saber as the woman from earlier gave the command for the storm troopers to begin firing. You fought to the end, giving the ship just enough time to escape the Empire’s clutches for another day before falling to the ground, defeated.

“I won’t make the same mistake twice.” You hear Darth say before your world turns black and you feel all breath escape your body.

Haven’t I given enough, given enough?

Always the fool with the slowest heart

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker x reader #order 66 #anakin x reader #anakin imagine #unmaskedmasterlist

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archfeykoi · 1 year

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A fellow w Ghost!Kak and living Jotaro brainrot I see 🤝🏽

YES. I have a fic idea where, for whatever reason the Speedwagon Foundation didn't inform Kakyoin's family of his death so they never knew what happened to him, and Jotaro finds out when he's in Morioh that Kakyoin's family is from there and he finds their address and goes to their house to break the news and to meet the parents of the man who, at seventeen, sacrificed his life to give the crusaders the upper hand in the fight against Dio.

He shows up at the door and considers leaving because the memory is so painful, but he knows they deserve to grieve their son so he knocks anyway. Kakyoin's mother answers the door and seems confused about who this guy is and what he's doing here, and he prepared a story for how everything went down but in the moment, it escapes him and he introduces himself and ends up just saying that he's a friend of Noriaki's, and his parents get So Excited, and invite Jotaro in for tea and they're all bubbly asking how he is and what he's doing, and whether he's there with Jotaro and if they can see him, and they're so thrilled he has friends now, and Jotaro gets overwhelmed with the questions and ends up blurting out that he's dead.

Originally Noriaki's parents don't believe him and they get upset with him and tell him that it's not funny to joke about something like that, but he finds his explanation, saying that Noriaki saved his life (not mentioning that Jotaro saved his life first) and gives his condolences, and Noriaki's parents get very emotional and whatnot because he died but he was courageous, and they ask Jotaro to share his memories of Noriaki and they end up talking for hours.

Jotaro tells them about the good times they had together and the little ways their fondness for each other manifested as they slowly became friends, but of course it's Jotaro so he presents them as vignettes without context; stuff like, "we stayed in a hotel with a swimming pool, and he went out to the deck wearing his school uniform and refused to take it off," and there's not an explanation of why he held that memory in fond regard, but they can tell just from the fact he brought it up, that it was one of many small quirks Jotaro was affectionately amused by and they're just so overcome with gratitude that Noriaki found people who cared about him despite the trouble he had making friends as a child.

He reworks the fights they had with stand users to be more normal situations. He tells them about the time he bet against a guy playing F-Mega, and that he had to have his grandfather bail them out in the end. Noriaki's parents share some stories of their own, of when he was a little kid, and how he would learn everything there was to know about a subject and just tell them all about it because he didn't really talk to anyone else, and things like that. And it gets late, and Jotaro excuses himself to go back to his hotel, and they ask him to visit sometimes, when he's in town.

And as he's leaving, just as he closes the door behind himself and starts to walk back in the direction of the hotel, he notices that he feels something bump against his shoulder, and immediately he's on guard, looking for an enemy stand, but the feeling happens again, and lingers, and he remembers walking side by side with Kakyoin in India, and how his shoulder used to bump against Jotaro's arm, and he takes a deep breath and lets out a fond but sad exhale, and walks the whole way back to the hotel, and he knows that even though he can't see Kakyoin, he's walking right next to him—walking Jotaro back to his temporary home from a visit to his parents.

#jotaro #jotaro kujo #jotakak #joka #kakyoin #noriaki kakyoin #jjba #jjba part 3 #jjba part 4 #stardust crusaders #diamond is unbreakable #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure stardust crusaders #jojos bizarre adventure diamond is unbreakable #jjba part three #jjba part four

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hykar · 2 months

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💫🌷Flowers for you•°~

Sucheon Kang × Reader

[User: SCHNKXG, Wants to send you a message!]

Said the notification that popped up on your screen. "Is this at my main or business account?" As someone who runs two accounts for two completely different reasons, You ask this question to yourself a lot to avoid any incidents of messages being sent to the wrong person at the wrong account.

You swiped down the notification and looked at the small text on top that determines which account of yours received it. Business account. You clicked on the notification and read the customer's message.

"SCHNKXG: Is the Everlight bouquet variation still available?"

"🌷Hi customer! Thank you for contacting Shelter of Flowers through our official Instagram account!

Yes! The variation Everlight bouquet is still available! Would you like to place an order?" You replied with the thought of the customer being someone familiar thanks to their username, The account having no profile picture nor posts and on private doesn't help satisfy the curiosity unfortunately.

"SCHNKXG: Yes, I'll be placing an order for that bouquet."

"🌷Certainly! Would you like the bouquet to be made of paper, crocheted yarn, or real flowers? Would it also be a small, medium, or large bouquet?"

Shipping might take a while... Wilting or nearly wilted flowers isn't ideal at all... Having it crocheted will take long too... "SCHNKXG: I'll have it made from paper, Can I also know the price range for the sizes and variation type?

"🌷Certainly! Here is our price range:

-Bouquets: Crocheted, made of paper, real flowers.

•🌷: ₩1500 [Small, 1 to 10 flowers in total]

•🌷: ₩2500 [Medium, 10 to 15 flowers in total]

•🌷: ₩3500 [Large, 15 to 20 flowers in total]

•🌷: Custom [Negotiable]"

"SCHNKXG: Would it be weird if I gave the receiver a large bouquet?"

Your head slightly tilted to the side as your brows furrowed, "Personally, that would depend on the circumstances/relationship you have with the person you're going to give the bouquet to, Maam/Sir."

"SCHNKXG: Right... Would it be alright if we went with your judgement? I'm not great with matters such as this."

Oh they're inexperienced, Cute that they're trying though. "Of course! It may be a bit of a personal question however, How would you describe/what is your relationship with the recipient?"

"SCHNKXG: I know deep down that I do have feelings for them no matter how much I deny it, I don't want them to know just yet either considering how we're not even that close.. And I'm afraid of doing something that would make them feel uncomfortable."

Sometimes you just want to close down your shop with how jealous your customers make you feel, Yet, Playing a small part in your customer's love story makes you happy too, For the beauty of running a flowershop is seeing the efforts of people make someone feel loved, thought of, and cared for; dead or alive, In a romantic relationship or not. The bravery to confess despite the uncertainty of it, The happiness, Effort, Care, and Love that comes along with it is something who's worth is unmeasurable, Would I get to receive flowers one day too? Dreaming about him gifting me flowers wouldn't hurt to do right?

"I suggest starting off with a small bouquet with a dedication for them :)!"

"SCHNKXG: Okay, We'll do just that."

"🌷Noted! Please fill out the form sent to complete order details!

•🌷Customer Name:

•🌷Order Details: Everlight Bouquet [S] [W/Dedication] [Paper]

•🌷Address:

•🌷Contact Information:

•🌷Method of Payment:

1). Electronic Money/Transaction

2). COD

•🌷: Dedication message:"

"SCHNKXG: Name: Sucheon Kang, Address: --------, Contact Information: ---------, Method of Payment: 1."

Sucheon...? You placed your phone down to the side, staring at the ceiling as you lie down on the soft mattress of your bed. Well thats a new level of hurt...

That's one thing hurtful when you run a flowershop, sometimes the person you like will order a bouquet from your shop for someone special to them. And we can't say that the special someone is you.

But why Sucheon Kang? out of all the people you could've liked why him? Why him of all people? Why did you like the hot-headed and prideful heir of Baekdu? Is it because of how he looked at you in the eyes with acknowledgement every single time? How he treated you like an actual authentic person and not just by an assumption of your character? Or something deep that struck right through you that weaved you to him immediately? Everything perhaps?

What should I even say? I don't want to seem like a creep or an obsessive stalker. I mean my name wouldn't be put on the note but still... Sucheon paced around his room, thinking.

Your phone vibrated against the mattress, catching your attention. Right, he didn't send the dedication message yet and must've typed it last. He must've sent it now- HOLY SHIT?

"SCHNKXG: I like you, [Reader]. -Someone who admires you from afar."

#kang sucheon #sucheon kang #sucheon x reader #eleceed #ngl this was pretty shit #bad writing sorry about that #Please be gentle criticizing my work Im just a girl :(#character x reader #Bro why is it kinda off character I hate myself

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ijustliketoreadstuff · 2 years

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Destruction teaser analysis and speculations (spoilers below)

The teaser starts off with a major shocker, we see Marinette in her room in the middle of the night alarmed by someone's sudden presence. When she takes a look down from her bed we come to find that its none other than Monarch!!

We don’t know why he is there, but it doesn’t seem like he has figured out that Marinette is Ladybug otherwise he would have wasted no time in taking her earrings by force like he did in Ephemeral, and it doesn’t seem like the kwamis ratted her out because the spell prevents them from saying the name of their previous holders identities unless their new holder has already figured it out themselves. Unfortunately, as of now, we only know that they are restricted to not saying a holders name, any other information could still be acceptable to say, so knowing that Monarch went to Marinette's room specifically and not some other holders room, could mean that the kwamis were left with no other choice but to tell Monarch something related to Ladybug or master Fu that involved Marinette. Whatever it was that the Kwamis were forced to tell him, they must have tried to do what they can and carefully word things so they would not reveal anything that could easily lead Monarch to discover that Marinette could be Ladybug.

From what we can see in the next shot, Alya was with Marinette the night Monarch appeared in her room, the two of them watch him as he teleports away with the kwamis and the key in hand.

Which is odd considering this looks a lot like the night Marinette asked Alya to sleep over after they battled Monarch in “Evolution”. We know there was a bit of time that passed in the previous episode, “Multiplication”, and although we got to see what the holders and civilians were up to in their time waiting for Monarchs next attack, we never really got to see what Gabriel was up to aside from meeting Tomoe and making a new brand with Adrien and Lila’s hologram, so I wonder if Destruction will give us some insight to what Gabriel was up to in those weeks.

Anyway, by the look of things in the teaser, it seems like Monarch entered Marinette's room because he is searching for something. Of course Marinette will play dumb and avoid saying something that could link her to Ladybug, but since Monarch is a threat to her and Alya in that moment, Marinette might have had to give into whatever demands he asked. Whatever it was that Monarch was saying to her, we see that Marinette very quickly reaches into her drawer to pull out a key!

What’s the big deal about this key? guys!, this is master Fu’s key, the same key he gave to Ladybug near the end of “Miracle Queen” when he lost his memory!, but Monarch doesn't know Ladybug had it since he wasn't there for that moment.

This key is what opened the locker containing the old record player that hid the miracle box! but why does Monarch want the key? the locker doesn’t have the miracle box anymore, but then again he might not be searching for the box, he could be looking for something else! Fu had a lot of things to hide in order to protect his identity as Guardian from Monarch, so whatever it is that Monarch is looking for, its got to be in that locker and the kwamis might have been forced to tell him everything they knew about Fu at least since Gabriel knew his identity already, Gabriel is up to something .

The next image is of Monarch in the wax museum and judging by the draped figures in the background, it seems the museum has some new additions to the collection that have yet to be revealed to the public, this room use to have statues of akumatized villains, but they might be switching things out to include the other members of the miraculous team, aside from that, the real big question here is, why is Monarch at the wax museum?! we see him circling around the wax statues of Ladybug and Cat Noir but in the next shot we see him with a surprised face as Cat Noir reaches out for him,

perhaps Cat Noir tried to catch Monarch off guard by posing as a statue next to the Ladybug wax figure, but the moment he grabs Monarchs hand, we see a piece of paper fall from it, its to hard to tell what that paper says but considering Monarch had it, it must be important.

The next shot is of Cat Noir and monarch on the floor after Ladybug uses her yoyo to wrap their hands together, Monarch is now immobilized by a lucky charm wrapped around him and we see that Cat Noir has activated his cataclysm, we don’t know what it is that they are trying to do here but it almost seems like they were trying to pin Monarch into a corner by having Cat Noir use his cataclysm as a threat should he be tempted to escape.

However, in the next shot, we see that Monarch is still on the ground and that Cat Noir is no longer with him, only Ladybug is next to Monarch, something happened.

Monarch uses the horse miraculous to make his escape but as he does, we see that something weird is going on with his left arm, it looks cracked with purple lighting emitting from those cracks. I’d imagine that everyone’s first guess by looking at this is that Cat Noir used his cataclysm on Monarch, after all, it was revealed to us that Cat Noir was going to cataclysm a person in season 5, but something about this situation doesn’t make sense, did Cat Noir really cataclysm Monarch? the cracking is seen on his left hand rather than the right hand that was tied to Cat Noirs cataclysm. It could be that Cat Noir did not intend to immediatly use his cataclysm on Monarch, only as a potential threat for the situation to keep him from escaping, but considering Monarch has some sort of damage to the opposite hand, Monarch might have tried to shake Cat Noir off, resulting in his opposite hand being accidentally cataclysmed. But what if it wasn’t a cataclysm? if that damage wasn’t done by Cat Noir, I wonder if there’s something else going on with Gabriel? well, I guess that’s something that will need to be left until the premier.

The final scene in the teaser is of Gabriel taking a ball like item out of a case with the Tsurugi company logo on it, this ball is attached to a machine and emits a sharp light that quickly beams down onto something that gives Gabriel a ring

...I don’t like where this is going, because it almost seems like Gabriel is MELTING SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT!, THE MIRACULOUS!!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #tales of ladybug and cat noir #miraculous ladybug season 5 #mlb s5 spoilers #mlb analysis #ml analysis #mlb speculation #ml speculation #ml destruction #mlb destruction #gabriel agreste #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire

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milarqui · 1 year

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Scarlet Lady: The Collector

Directory - Volpina

The old man glanced at the Kwami of Destruction, who, true to form, flitted around without a care for the world.

“You know you weren't meant to bring him here, Plagg,” he chided the Kwami, who smirked.

“Yeah, yeah, you'll change your tune when you see what we brought!”

“Wait, you two know each other?” Adrien asked.

“Of course!” another voice said, and another kwami, this one resembling a turtle, flew out from behind the old man. “He's the last of the Miraculouses' Guardians! Hi, I'm Wayzz!”

“And the one who chose you to be a hero, Chat Noir.”

He clenched a fist.

He felt an eye twitch.

This was the guy responsible for some of the worst things he'd ever had to deal with in his entire life?!

“So you're also the one who chose Scarlet Lady?” he asked, and he knew that the old man had understood the message, given his utter panic.

“W-Wait!” he replied, and stood up, opening a box in the form of a gramophone. “I'm investigating how she obtained the Earrings. Which is difficult since I don't know who she is.”

He showed him a box that had an engraving similar to the one in his book's cover and opened it. It contained five sockets, each looking like a singular piece of jewelry... but only one was full, a yellow hair comb with black stripes. He recognized one that fit with the ring.

“However, my focus has been split between that, and finding the Peacock and Butterfly Miraculouses, as well as the Grimoire. It is fortunate you found it! It contains spells for new superpowers that I can decipher for you!” he said, closing the box and returning it to its hidey hole.

Adrien flipped through the book and suddenly grimaced.

He didn't want to know, but he had to.

“You mean I have to share powerups with Scar?”

“My condolences.”

Yeah, he didn't want to know.

The man – who presented himself as Fu – made some tea for both of them, while Plagg and Wayzz played around, as they hadn't met in months; Adrien smiled as the two kwamis enjoyed a game that quite resembled Tag, but flying.

“You know,” Fu said, checking the book, “I always suspected whoever had the Grimoire would have the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculous.”

“Huh?”

“How did you obtain this Grimoire, Adrien?”

“It's my dad's.”

Fu blinked.

“Ah...”

Yeah, that was kind of a bummer.

----

“You worried about your dad?” Plagg asked. They were on their way back from Fu's, and Adrien felt like a storm was about to blow all over him.

“Of course! Him being a supervillain almost makes too much sense. It's practically cliché.”

The story's big bad being a hero's parent? He had lost count of the stories where that happened.

“It'll be hard to investigate, though, since I never see him,” Adrien said, pushing the door open. He needed to return to his room and–

“Adrien, where've you been?”

“Uhhh...” For God's sake, you're never here when I need you, but the moment I wanted you distracted, you show up? Make up your mind!

“Go to your room.”

As much as he would like to do otherwise, he obeyed his father, who followed him there and immediately brought out a tablet, showing him a photo of him.

Unfortunately, it was a photo that showed him taking the Grimoire.

“Why did you take the book?” his father asked, clearly angry.

The idea that his father may be Hawkmoth, plus these past months' work as Chat Noir, probably informed his decision to reply in the least helpful way possible.

“Uh, it has superheroes in it? Why do you have it?” he fired back.

“First you betray my trust, and now you give me attitude?!”

You're one to talk, and you haven't answered the question, Adrien thought.

“Obviously, going to school has been a negative influence,” his father stated, fortunately unaware of what he was thinking. “I'm pulling you out immediately.”

Adrien froze for a moment. The best thing that had happened to him in years (because if it weren't for school, he would have never met Nino, Alya, Marinette!, the others, and he wouldn't have had a chance to have a normal life) and his father wanted to take it from him.

You want to play dirty, Père? I can play dirty, too.

He pulled out his cellphone.

“Are you ready for the PR nightmare when I tell my friends – one of which has personal ties to Nadja Chamack – about you keeping me prisoner here?”

His father froze. Gabriel Agreste had clearly expected him to meekly accept such a disproportionate punishment. Instead, he had revealed he had a big gun, was aiming below the waterline – and wasn't afraid of pulling the trigger.

“You're... grounded?” he said after a few sweaty moments. “For a month?”

“Better. You almost sound like a parent.”

Even if he was still punished, he would take it as a victory. The Parthian shot was just a bonus.

----

As usual, Chloé was happy – even humming! – for some unknown reason that escaped Tikki's mind, and as much as she hated the usual consequences, she had to ask.

“Why are you in such a good mood?”

“Why wouldn't I be?” Chloé crowed. “Now that I've shattered Lila's credibility, everyone will go back to worshipping their true Queen – me!”

Yes, she hated it.

Instead of pointing out that no one in her class would spit on her if she was on fire, she went for the most obvious part of why Chloé shouldn't be happy.

“Yesterday was a train wreck and a half and you know it. You didn't even get the book!”

Of course, that was the moment Chloé's cellphone dinged.

“Oh! A text from Adri-darling!” Chloé drowned her out.

“Ugh.” Times like this, she wondered why she kept trying.

----

The students were getting ready for class, with some of them talking to each other about the day's business, hoping they'd be able to hang out in the approaching holidays –

“WHAT?!”

The scream that shook the air was so shrill that it would have probably destroyed the windows if it had been just a bit closer. Several of the students held their hands above the heart, feeling a suspicious lack of beating for a few moments, while others ended up dropping some of their belongings. Poor Nathaniel had to deal with a combination of a tear in his drawing and a pencil with a broken tip.

Sabrina sighed. The only person that could have uttered such a crime against nature was someone she knew, and she also knew she would probably have to deal with the consequences.

----

When Marinette arrived to class, it was to the usual scene of Chloé making... well, a scene. She was crying over a table, while Sabrina did her best to pat her in the back, while everyone watched, bemused.

“What's with her?” she asked Nino.

“THE WORST POSSIBLE THING HAS HAPPENED!” Chloé shrieked. “ADRIEN'S NEVER COMING BACK TO SCHOOL! EVER!”

Ignoring Chloé's histrionics (while also wondering what kind of sucky mascara she used that was running all the way down her face), she looked at Nino, trusting him to tell her things in a less Chloé-ish way.

“Actually, he's just grounded. He's just gonna miss the last two days of school before the break.”

Alright, that made a bit more of sense.

“HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!”

Marinette looked at Chloé in disgust and annoyance. When Chloé was in 'Chloé Bourgeois makes everything be about her' mode, she was particularly insufferable.

“You're not grounded.” Dumbass.

“He lost his old man's super rare book,” Nino explained, showing her the message Adrien had sent him. “So, not totally unreasonable.”

Wait, book? The one I found?

“Huh? But I–”

“THE BOOK! THAT WITCH LILA STOLE IT! SHE'LL PAY FOR THIS, WHERE IS SHE?!”

“Apparently, she caught a cold,” Rose said, sadly. “Poor thing.”

“How would you know that anyway, Chloé?” Alix asked, looking with suspicion.

Chloé ignored the question and decided to assault Marinette, who had her hands full trying to shove her away.

“CLASS REP! YOU HAVE HER NUMBER, DON'T YOU?! GIVE IT TO ME!”

“I'm not letting you harass her, especially when I gave Adrien the book back!”

----

Chloé didn't even bother to stay in class, leaving in order to carry out her revenge.

“C'mon, we gotta track down Liar Rossi! This is all her fault!” she yelled, uncaring of the fact that only a door or two kept her from being heard by other people.

“But Marinette said–” Tikki tried to reason out, but since when had Chloé listened to reason? Particularly when it wasn't in her interest to do so.

“Tikki, Spots On!”

----

“A cold, huh?” Alya asked.

“Makes sense, after walking around in winter, soaking wet,” Alix pointed out.

“Yeah, well, she deserves it.”

“You're still mad? It's not that big a deal.”

“Easy for you to say! It's not your blog that she lied on!”

“Okay, okay, you don't have to forgive her.”

You could remember that you were the one that chose to publish the interview, though.

----

Playing foosball by yourself, Adrien thought, is boring.

Hell, the only reason he was getting any entertainment out of this was because Plagg was willing to play the goalie!

“At least your father didn't find out about me! Lucky I don't show up in pictures and videos!”

He had to agree with that. If his father was actually Hawkmoth, him finding out about Plagg would have spelled disaster.

“Just bites that I'm grounded for the whole break.”

Whatever Plagg was about to say was drowned out by what sounded like a large fragile object breaking in pieces.

Which was followed by several more similar noises. And, judging by the direction, it was obvious where it was all coming from.

“Yikes,” Plagg said, although he couldn't avoid grinning a little: destruction was part of his portfolio, after all!

“Père's taking it really hard. Maybe he really is Hawkmoth.” He turned to look at Plagg. “I guess we should tell Scar.”

“Aren't you grounded?” Plagg asked, surprised.

“You know who's not grounded?” Adrien replied, smirking and giving Plagg the finger guns.

“Eyyy!” Plagg almost felt like crying. His kit was properly learning the art of being a rogue!

----

The matter of Adrien stealing the Grimoire – something that she had never thought would happen, Adrien was too nice a boy to delve into such actions – shook her up a bit, but didn't keep her from continuing her job. She was a professional, and she would keep working unless M. Agreste dismissed her.

At the same time, she wondered what M. Agreste was planning. She had heard him breaking several large objects – if she had to hazard a guess, she would say the mannequins he used for his work at home – but couldn't tell how that could be related to the previous event: she knew M. Agreste, and she knew he wouldn't be one to delve into fits of rage.

“NATHALIE!” M. Agreste yelled, but his voice sounded... different.

He suddenly kicked the doors to his office, forcing her to jump away.

“You'll be the first on my list of inspiration!”

“Agh!” she shouted, crashing against the ground, and she turned to look at him.

“M. Agreste... the fuck.” She wasn't prone to using such words, but the event merited it.

“Call me The Collector!” M. Agreste – who was wearing something that resembled his usual suits, but less dignified and with more colors, as well as a set of butterfly glasses, a hairdo that made him resemble a zebra and a pair of heeled shoes – declared, holding a blank book in his hands.

And he was sparkling.

Nathalie glared at the man.

This was your master plan? Fake becoming akumatized and send a butterfly at yourself?

“I'm going to hit you when you lose,” she stated, before she became trapped into the book.

Screw him being her employer, she was officially pissed off.

----

“Adrien!” the Collector said, kicking in the doors to his son's room. “You'll be a great... piece...”

Too late, he realized that the room was bereft of human presence. Particularly of the one person that should be inside.

“What's the point of ground my son if he's not here when I attack him as an Akuma?!” he said. Seriously, the boy didn't have any respect for his elders anymore!

----

Tracking Scar was easy – she wasn't the only one with features that told him where a partner was – and he quickly set off for her. The sooner this got through, the better.

He finally found her just a few minutes away from school, which was good because this would be a good place to plan out how to deal with the situation.

“There you are, you mangy –” she started.

“Yeah, yea, listen up,” he interrupted her. “I got a lead on Hawkmoth.”

“Now?! Lila Rossi is more imp–”

“Shut up,” he interrupted her again. He wasn't in the mood to discuss the Italian girl. “It's Gabriel Agreste.”

----

If I defeat Hawkmoth, my reign as Scarlet Lady is over! I'd only be celebrated for a few months after!

“He fits the profile: total recluse, financially stable, a total dick, you're not listening...”

She didn't pay him any mind, as she realized the silver lining.

But then I get to comfort my poor, lonely Adrien!

“You know, your poker face sucks.”

----

Scar eventually deigned herself to do something and followed him to the Agreste mansion, entering through the window to Gabriel's office – where they found multiple mannequins strewn around the floor, along with folders and paper pieces containing some of his work.

“Ugh. Someone threw a temper tantrum,” Scar noted, and the perfect retort was on his lips before he could think it.

“You would know exactly what that looks like.”

“What'd you say?!” Scar yelled. He ignored her.

The noises coming from the main hall were much more important, after all. He ran out of his father's office, followed closely by Scar, and they found the Akuma at the top of the stairs. It was clearly his father, if dressed in something he knew he wouldn't want to get caught dead with.

“Where's Adrien?!” Scar shrieked.

“Where's Gabriel?” he asked. If his father was truly Hawkmoth, then he might actually make a mistake or something.

“There is no Gabriel, there is only–”

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY ADRIEN?! LUCKY CHARM!” Scar immediately shouted, bringing out the object meant to be used to fight this Akuma.

“Why do I even bother with my evil monologues?” the Collector complained, while Scar looked at the object with obvious confusion.

“What even is this?!”

Being more world-knowing – even with the seclusion that came from being Gabriel Agreste's son – he decided to tell her.

“It's a bike pedal.”

“A what?!”

What a surprise.

Putting the pedal to her waist, she wielded her yo-yo and tossed it at the Collector.

“Take this!” she shouted.

“NO!” he shouted, but it was too late.

“Thanks, I will!” the Collector said, as the yo-yo got trapped into the Akuma's book.

“EEK!” she shrieked. She had certainly never expected to lose her main weapon like that.

Not that she normally uses it, anyway, he thought.

“You idiot, retreat!” he ordered, and for once Scar was willing to obey and get away.

“A fine addition, isn't it?” the Collector stated, smirking.

Chat Noir grabbed a chair and tossed it as hard as possible.

“GET BENT!”

Before leaving the room, he was satisfied to see the chair smacking the Collector in the face.

Chat Noir – somewhat reluctantly – led Scar to his room, having had an idea that could probably give them the opening they needed.

“You won't escape me!” the Collector shouted.

“Creepy,” Scar said, and for once Chat Noir agreed with her.

“We gotta fill his pages!”

Looking up, he jumped to reach his DVD collection close to the ceiling, the one he needed a ladder to access, and waited. Hopefully, using it to trap the Collector would work, and also hopefully the Miraculous Cure would at least restore them if they broke.

Just in time, the Collector entered, aiming for Scar.

“I will immortalize you!”

“Cataclysm!”

The wardrobe containing the DVDs decayed, allowing him to access its contents – and he began to throw everything at the Collector, distracting him as he kept trying to put everything that was raining on him into his book.

“Ah! Ugh!” He was fast, but not enough to avoid getting hit multiple times.

“Scar, the book!”

Grabbing the pedal, she swung it at him –

“TAKE THAT!”

– and she hit the Collector in the hand, forcing him to drop the book.

“OW!”

Jumping off his perch, Chat Noir quickly ripped the book apart, freeing the black butterfly as well as everything the Akuma had collected, including the yo-yo, which Scar used to purify the butterfly and then cast the Miraculous Cure.

----

So, that's how it feels, he thought. While his accepting of the Akuma butterfly allowed him to retain consciousness, it was still a heady feeling to come out of akumatization.

“What hap–! Where's Adrien?!” he said; he did have to play out his role of 'innocent victim'.

“That's what I wanna know!” Scarlet Lady demanded, but clearly Chat Noir wasn't keen on further dealing with his partner.

“Don't worry, your son is probably hiding,” he said, grabbing Scarlet Lady by the waist as their amulets kept beeping.

“HEY!”

“He'll show up soon enough. Au revoir!” Chat Noir declared, jumping out of the window while Scarlet Lady kept insulting him.

“See you soon. Heheheh!”

That was when a recovered Nathalie smacked him hard in the back of the head.

…

Alright, he may have deserved that.

----

Fu listened patiently as Adrien told him of the encounter with this newest Akuma, and the successful resolution of the event.

“Since he was akumatized, my dad can't be Hawkmoth, right?”

“Very probable,” he admitted, inwardly lamenting that the first lead he had had in months had gone nowhere.

“I feel bad for giving him a hard time now.” He sighed. “But I'm still grounded unless I return the book, which isn't really an option. I'm totally gonna miss Marinette's birthday party.”

“Says who?” Fu replied, pulling out his cellphone and beginning to take photos of every page.

“Ooh! So I can give the book back?!” he said, smiling.

“How could I come between you and the girl you love?”

“Huh?!” Adrien said, blushing up to his ears.

“I know everything, Adrien.”

Save for the two things I would really want to know, that is.

----

Much to his shock, he found Marinette waiting inside, talking to his father.

“So, I'm just confused why you think–” she was telling his father.

“Marinette?” he asked, confused.

“Adrien!” his father said, either unbothered for his foray into unwilling superpowered villainy or just hiding it very well. “Mlle. Dupain-Cheng was explaining that she found the book and already returned it to you. Is this true?”

Thank goodness Fu allowed me to bring it back! he thought, pulling the book out of his bag.

“Sure is!”

“Why did you not say so before?”

“Would you have listened?” he replied, crossing his fingers behind his back.

It's not like I had it on me! he thought. He wasn't the only one capable of dealing in deflecting questions, after all.

Fortunately, his father's awkward cough told him that he had fallen for his half-lie.

At least, there was that.

----

In the end, Adrien's father decided that he could lift the punishment from him, since it was technically his fault that Adrien hadn't returned the book, and left her and Adrien to say their goodbyes.

“Thanks for getting me un-grounded, Marinette!” Adrien replied, smiling, and she felt herself blushing.

“Oh, I didn't do much in the end,” she said, giving a hand wave.

“You headed home?”

She sighed, and smiled at him.

“I've got another stop first.”

Saying her goodbyes – and with Adrien promising to call her later – she left for the second target of the afternoon. She had to check on someone else.

Finally arriving to her destination, she resolutely knocked on the door, which opened a few moments later to show the face of a tall woman that clearly resembled her daughter in an older format.

“Yes?”

“Hello, Mme. Rossi!” she greeted, waving a hand. “I'm Marinette, the class rep for Lila's class. May I come in?”

The woman bid her in and asked if she wanted some tea, which she accepted.

“It's so nice of you to check on Lila!” the woman gently said. “How unlucky for mia bella to catch a cold on her first day of school! Lucky we're so close to the end of the semester. She'll catch up in no time!”

The woman sighed, sipping on her hot tea.

“Marinette, Lila wouldn't tell me why she came home soaking wet. Do you know what happened?”

Before Marinette could answer, Lila – wearing her pajamas and a very flushed face – came running from the corridor and slid into view, making the picture behind her actually vibrate.

“Mamme, didn't you need to go grocery shopping?!” Lila asked, talking too fast for it to be just an attempt to remind her of something.

“Oh, that's right!” the woman said. “Marinette, I apologize, there are some things I need to buy. Is it alright by you?”

“Well, sure. I just needed to do a couple of things apart from seeing Lila. I shouldn't disturb her too much.”

“Good, good. Now, Lila, you go back to your room, you're still running a fever. I'll be back soon, mia cara.” She gave a kiss to Lila, grabbed a bag and her purse and left, while Marinette followed Lila to her room.

“Why are you here?” the Italian asked, giving the back to her.

“Mme. Bustier wanted to pass on this pa–”

“I'm not going back to school,” Lila interrupted.

“Huh?”

“What's the point? Everyone knows I lied and Scarlet Lady humiliated me! My social life is over before it even began!” she said, sitting on her bed.

“So you're running away?” Marinette asked, sitting next to her. “You think you can trick your mom and miss a whole year of school?”

“You underestimate my power,” she replied, giving a weird grin.

“Good lord,” she whispered, before rallying back. “Why did you lie anyway?”

“Cuz it's fun!”

“Huh?!” What was so fun about lying?

“Well... it became fun. At first it was a defense – new kid syndrome or whatever – since I'd move so much,” she explained. “After a while I started seeing how far I could push it. How crazy I could get with my stories. Like a game!”

She pulled her knees up and half-hid behind them.

“But the game's over. Scarlet Lady ruined everything and everyone loves her. No one will be on my side.”

“Yeah, no, Scarlet Lady sucks,” Marinette replied, disgusted, and causing Lila to turn to look at her with surprise. She stood up and grabbed her backpack, having left the papers on her table. “Look, I don't like liars. But Scarlet Lady is the biggest liar I know, so I'd pick you over her any day. And just so you know, Rose was worried about you. And Alix stopped Chloé from spreading rumors about you.”

Lila now looked really surprised, and pondering at Marinette's words, before she continued.

“What I'm trying to say is that you're gonna have to earn back some trust, but... you're not as alone as you think. Maybe rethink your assumptions before you give up,” she finished, walking to the door and making her way back home at last.

----

The next day was the last before the Christmas break, and the mood was quite festive, if only a bit subdued due to how two of their own were missing.

Then a car gently stopped at the school's gates, and Adrien came out of the back door.

“Hey guys!” he said, cheering up.

“DUDE!” Nino shouted, and ran to hug Adrien. “You're free!”

“Ahaha!” Adrien laughed as he returned the hug.

“Adri-darling! You came back for me!”

Adrien dodged her and went for Marinette, the one that had allowed him to return.

Chloé crashed into the ground.

“Agh!”

Nobody cared, as they were all busy greeting Adrien.

“Welcome back!” everyone said, their moods lifted by the turn of good luck.

----

Nathalie, now more willing to listen to her employer without desiring to hit the man (a marathon of The Best of Gabriel Agreste may have been involved in it), followed the man as he checked the book once more and returned it to its safe.

“Why did you bother if you already copied the book?” she asked.

“I did what was necessary to keep my secret,” he said, pushing the buttons that activated the lift to his secret underground base.

As the hole closed above the man, she couldn't help but drop one last retort.

“You're truly the picture of subtlety, sir.”

----

Lila.

OMG, what Alix?!

LOL, you comin' to Mar's party or wut? It's @4 at the park.

So I've heard.

Come on, come on, you gotta come!

“Again, Alix? Geez, you're relentless.”

----

La Befana

@zoe-oneesama Hawkmoth keeping himself out of trouble by using his powers on himself. Funny, that.

We're getting closer to the debut of our favorite heroine! Only 4 chapters away!

Marinette's Nonna will come before the end of the week!

#scarlet lady the novel #milarqui #fanfiction #scarlet lady #scarlet lady is better than canon #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #gabriel agreste

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opinions on the trailer? I'm surprised and not in a good way they haven't broken up yet

Ahh this trailer was a lot. I will answer this question in two parts, because I think it needs it.

Part One: I think the trailer was meant to be sparse. I also felt like it was a bit lackluster (except for me rewinding the last four seconds approximately 100 times of course), but I understand why. We know that when the trailer is LACKING something, it usually means there is something BIG coming. And from what reviewers have said, this is a big episode. Some have said it’s their favorite with 5 this season. I wouldn’t worry too much that we haven’t seen much yet. I think the show is trying REALLY hard to keep us from having things spoiled, which is why they have been so withholding of information. It would also explain why we really didn’t get a sneak peek. Every Monday we get a sneak peek that Disney+ releases for the episode, but they didn’t. The sneak peek we got was from a news interview I believe with Dara? So it wasn’t even an intentional sneak peek? And it was only a few seconds long. The last ones I saw for other episodes were nearly 30 seconds or more. That hasn’t happened the rest of the season which tells me the showrunners are really trying to keep tight lipped about these next two episodes. I would say just hold tight. I think we’re going to get A LOT more than we expect (which stands true for the whole season. Every episode I think we got way more rina than any of us expected. Even color wars I was not looking forward too because I thought it was going to be this filler episode with only like, one little rina scene and then it ended up being rina at every freaking corner). “The best is yet to come” :)

I did want to comment on a few things I noticed. First, I am really excited for Maddox’s storyline and I think it will play a big part in Ashlyn’s. I think she is going to see Maddox dancing with Madison (Jojo… they’re shown holding hands in the trailer so I feel like I can make that conclusion that she is Madison and that was Ricky’s big plan was to get them together to help Jet) and feel a desire to have that too. Some important conversations around that will most likely occur. I am SO excited to see cute Sebby. I really hope they parallel him showing up late to the homecoming dance and telling Carlos he was busy milking or something and that’s why he showed up late 🥲 I am curious what the ice bucket thing is? I wonder if it’s some tradition for the director or camp prom king or something to get iced? What would be even more wild is if p*w wins king and queen, breaks up, and that is the reason only EJ is getting iced lmaooo. Someone pointed out that the scene where Gina comes up to EJ to ask him to dance, Kourt has a shocked look on her face and she is looking at ricky. I’ve seen it hypothesized (and I buy it) that Ricky finally called EJ out on his BS. Like ej said he told gina no so ricky finally just lets him HAVE IT and then kourt gives him a “look”. Then what I believe happens next is gina asks him to dance but he’s so mad at ricky that he just says something like, “I’m not feeling like it” and walks off. Gina follows him and just let’s into him as well. Tells him she’s done with how he’s been treating her and they break up. She storms over to the coat check to leave and that’s when we get the rina coat check scene. Ricky needs to finish his bucket list… do something that scares him? I think we might see that at the coat check. I’m crossing my fingers that it is finally a confession from him to her. Not as an act of selfishness while she is down. But maybe she will say something like, “am I really that impossible to love? Why hasn’t the right guy shown up and stuck around with me?” Then ricky will go, “no you’re perfect. I know there is someone out there who loves you the way you deserve. Someone who has stuck around”. Then she will go, “how do you know?” And he will say, “because it’s me” or something like that. 😉 we’re hypothesizing here lol. Lastly, I want to add something I’ve seen hypothesized a lot: that Ashlyn will take kourt’s part. I GENUINELY think that’s a misdirect. It’s kourtney’s anxiety that is stressing her out from performing. That she doesn’t think she will be good enough as the lead. So I think what will happen is she tries to get out of it with Ashlyn and Ashlyn tells her how rewarding it was to be Belle. How it changed how she viewed herself as a person and gave her more confidence or something and that will directly impact Kourtney’s ability to perform. She will use Ashlyn’s advice to help her conquer her fear of performing as the lead.

Part Two: I am surprised and not surprised p*w haven’t broken up yet. It’s been difficult to see because I think we all expected more from Gina. Gina is this headstrong girl who isn’t afraid to stand up for what she believes in and wants. She doesn’t deal with people pushing her around. So it’s been weird watching her interactions with EJ because it’s almost like she is a completely different person. She is soft and submissive. She doesn’t really stand up to him until he’s pushed her too far. Not that Gina can’t be that way, but she is soft and confident Gina when she is balanced. The only person we have seen her be that way around this season has been: Ricky. She went 1.0 with Ashlyn Kourt and the girls and 2.0 with Val and EJ. The show is purposely showing us character regression with EJ and Gina just as much as it did with Ricky and Nini. And at times the show has outright stated when these characters are regressing: when they’re in relationships with the wrong people. The Gina 1.0 comments, when ricky said he was back to who he always is, when gina called out ej for being who he used to be, etc. I think Gina being around Ricky and maybe even a convo with him? Will finally push Gina back into her regular self, even around EJ. We’ll see her stand up for herself and still be gentle as she cries about how bad things got and how she feels. We’ll see her want someone who makes her feel stable, balanced, and not in constant change and chaos like she’s always know. That person, who has been there this whole time as we know, is Ricky. I would say don’t give up hope yet. The show has been very clear p*w is not lasting much longer. I think their break up will for sure happen before season 4 as a catalyst for Ricky and Gina to get together that season. Gina needed to experience the same things ricky did before they were ready to date. Once she breaks up with p*w, she will truly be her best, most balanced self and ready for Ricky again.

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