#just gonna list some of my latest comfort shows

[miguel-ohara-wifey]

okay hear me out… headcanons for spiderverse men that’s like how they act when their s/o is pregnant

I know I said I’d focus on my cowboy!Miguel fic but I’ve been waiting for this request! Ask and ye shall receive

Spiderverse men when there s/o is pregnant headcanons

Tag list: @alliwriteistrash I figured you’d like this

Rating: 18+, hurt/comfort, fluff, Angst

Peter B Parker

-Peter and you have tried at a baby for ages, but stopped before hand because some new threat emerged for Spider-Man, career opportunities you had to make priority, or some financial problems came up. Overall it hasn’t been ideal timing whenever you two wanted to try.

-Your body had other plans however, after a few days in a row of getting sick in the morning. Food tasting weird and having a sickly feeling in your stomach. You had to take a pregnancy test just to ease your anxiety. Unfortunately it didn’t, it was positive. Your body immediately starts to shake, you throw up for an entirely different reason.

-the twitching under your skin from fear stopped when you threw up. But your mind was still fraught with catastrophizing thoughts. What if you need an abortion, what if Peter doesn’t want the kid anymore, how would you play this when he gets home? Is Spider-Man even meant to have a child?

-You knew you couldn’t hide it from him in good conscience, when Peter arrives at your home with the groceries like he promised. Joking about the latest villain of the week he took down. You can’t help but start sobbing right when you spot his brown eyes. Not even knowing why, when he huddled you gently. Wiping your tears away asking what’s wrong. You relent how you took a pregnancy test and it’s positive.

-Before your knee jerk apology can be made he embraces you, conscious of your stomach in the tightening of his body around yours. He whispers how great that is, all your fears laid dead before you. But you still kept crying, expect out of pure joy. Peter meet you eye too eye, clearly joining in on the sob parade.

“You’re gonna make a daddy honey…I can’t wait.”

Miguel O’Hara

-You knew it wouldn’t be pretty when you told Miguel you were pregnant. Especially because you were going to have the baby. Miguel was furious, you two have been casual for a long time. You knew of Miguel’s past with Gabriella, not like he makes an effort to hid it. For fucks sake initiates get the holographic slide show of his trauma.

-Miguel isn’t characteristically raving and violent in this rage, not like you’ve ever felt unsafe around him. However you’ve seen enough of his anger to know it burns hot. But this was the cutting chill of dry ice, he plainly told you he’s not going to be the kids father. If you want the kid, you’re on your own. You sob and scream at him how he’s an asshole.

-He doesn’t exactly argue against that point, in fact he doesn’t argue at all. Just nods and leaves as you sob in defeat. You knew this would happen, he’d break your heart in the end. Yet the smallest speck from the deepest crevice of your mind believed otherwise. Cause you want him close. Miguel would always assure complete low commitment and non-existent emotional entanglement when you two started dating. Work is his true love and he wouldn’t dare let you compete.

-The day after, you slept in till the afternoon. Not even wanting to make yourself breakfast even if it meant silencing the gargling of your stomach. You hear a knock at the door. You figure it’s a package that got sent to you by accident. So no matter how terrible you feel you get out of bed. Opening the door, you see Miguel with your favorite breakfast meal from Panera.

-You angrily squint at him asking if he thinks this’ll make up for ditching you. He says it doesn’t, his eyes reddened from crying. He just says he knows you probably haven’t had any food yet today because of your argument. But he is sorry, he’s going to be there for you and the baby. He was a fucking asshole, your entire relationship. He loves you and never wanted to admit it. For what it’s worth he’s here for whenever or however long you’d have him.

“It’s okay if you’re still mad at me…but I know you’re craving this so just have some food.”

Hobie Brown

-This was a shock to both of you, you’ve always been safe despite all the kinkiness you get into. You’ve always had protection upon protection on top of taking regular std tests.

-Despite this shockwave through Hobie and your lives, the moment you tell him you want to keep it. He’s on board, he gets a head start on baby proofing the apartment. Engineering makeshift baby monitors and safe toys for the baby to play with. He starts reading parenting books and setting up the baby’s room in his off time. Making the room a vibrant red, doesn’t matter if the baby’s a boy or a girl. You’re gonna raise them to be a punk.

-Also watches after you carefully. Even when it means leaving his station as Spider-Man for a day. You and the precious future you’re carrying matters even more to him. He’ll be sure to get everything you crave. Even if he has to teach himself how to make sponge cake. If that’s what his baby mama wants it’s what his baby mama gets. He didn’t exactly get it, but you appreciated the sentiment regardless.

-Unfortunately now truly the worst of your pregnancy signs present themselves. You throw up almost every other morning, your favorite foods now don’t taste like anything cause your tastebuds have turned against you. And you’re fatigued easily so you have to take a few weeks off helping the movement. On top of the fact you always feel heavier and heavier as every day goes by.

-When your mood swings are at there highest to boot, you find an excuse to yell at him at any point. So he knows it’s best to leave the house for a couple of hours for you to cool off. Not to dismiss your feelings, but knowing his presence only exasperates your rage spike. So when he comes back with store bought sponge cake for you. You sob and apologize for getting mad at him. He takes it in stride, he knows this road will be bumpy as everything else is. But you’re in it together.

“It’s alright love, and don’t worry I won’t torture you with my sponge cake I bought you some…”

Spider-Man Noir

-Once you ask your darling to open the oven to take out what you were making. He saw a single bun on the rack, right after asking why there’s a bun in the oven. A second later he puts two and two together. He rushes over to you, via sliding on his knees against the wooden kitchen floors to your stomach.

-He sends pecks all over your gut while massaging it with his head. Almost already trying to hear your baby, his baby. Whispering as if your future child can hear you through its very tiny molecules. You giggle at this man’s infatuation with your stomach. Sure he’s always loved every part of you. But now he has two angels in his life.

-He unleashes all the parenting books he stocked up for just in case he’d ever be a dad. As well as makes you promise to quit work in a week to focus on yourself. He begins doing most of the chores you did around the house. Doting on you head to toe, not that you’re going to stop him. Especially when your mood swings begin to hit. You become extra clingy and needy.

-But his heart breaks when you say you’re sorry for not being as pretty anymore now that you’re starting to show. He’s devastated, he thinks you’re even more gorgeous now. The fact you’re carrying your soon to be family. His whole world, how could he not find you all the more irresistible? He corrects such by going down on you that night. “Having sex with a pregnant woman makes the baby a pervert later in life” be damned. You must know how much he can’t get enough of you.

-After such he cuddles you into him like he always does, his stringy brown locks mixed with sweat. As he can still taste your orgasm in his mouth. After you started to breath steadily again, you relent you believe him when he says he knows you’re the sexiest woman alive. He smiles so innocently despite the unholiness of the situation, he cloaks your body in a cool blanket. Kissing you on the cheek and telling you need sleep now.

“It’s never a labor to love you, and our family. Don’t forget that darlin…”

#Peter B Parker #Hobie Brown #miguel o’hara #miguel ohara #Spider-Man noir #hcs #spiderverse hcs #spiderverse #headcanons #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #hobie brown x reader #Peter b Parker x reader #Spider-Man noir x reader #requested writing #Spider-Man

[crippleprophet]

Do you have any advice on navigating specialists? I have been experiencing pain in the mid to lower back, hips, and legs for years. But when I saw a rheumatologist and it was a day with no pain, she pretty much just did an MRI and x-ray, and when nothing showed up told me she couldn't help me. I feel that there should have been more investigation, but without anything showing up on MRI or xray, nobody seems to know what to do with me.

i’m sure people try it, and maybe/hopefully some have been successful, but i personally don’t have any faith in trying to convince a doctor who doesn’t believe in nonradiographic and/or seronegative disease that it’s real, so this post is gonna be about finding a doctor to get a second (or third, or so on) opinion.

i’m in the US so i’m gonna assume you’re in a similar system where you access private care / have choice over your provider; for my (very limited) experience with seronegative nonradiographic AS in the NHS, see this post (link) but it’s more about the process and less advice.

unfortunately this is super time-intensive but my process is as follows, assisted heavily by my girlfriend:

we pull up the list of providers covered by my insurance. i open a new spreadsheet.

we go through the list systematically. we check 1) google reviews, 2) reviews on the insurance website if applicable, 3) the provider website.

automatic exclusion criteria: mentions exercise on their website, any patient review says the doctor didn’t believe them, any patient review discusses not being informed of significant treatment side effects. less specifically skill-related and more personal comfort but i also exclude doctors who discuss their christianity and/or military service on their website.

criteria to increase someone’s ranking: website: mentions the conditions i have and/or think i have, mentions pain relief as a priority, discusses importance of staying informed with latest research, has thorough and accurate patient education info. patient reviews: were diagnosed with multiple conditions (especially when previous doctors only considered one), were diagnosed while seronegative and/or nonradiographic, were diagnosed with a rare condition, say the doctor gave them options / asked about and respected their preferred treatment or lack thereof, doctor advocated for them to insurance / work / etc.

i rank the people i haven’t excluded in the spreadsheet, enter their contact information, and go down the list until someone has an appointment available in the time frame i need.

other potentially helpful sources are patient recommendations (with justification) from facebook groups, twitter, tumblr, and probably other sites that i don’t know how to use because this is my only active social media. i think some communities have crowdsourced lists of decent providers and i’m happy to reblog any that folks use.

i’m also happy to post doctor recommendations and requests here if anyone wants to send me endorsements or requests! i would ask that you keep any asks with identifying information such as your location on anon for your privacy & safety :)

you might’ve already seen it but i’ll also add my post (link) about navigating appointments and coping with / resisting medical gaslighting, and my faq tag (link) has more validation & info that might be relevant for you. your symptoms are real, tests including imaging do not tell the full story of disease (or any of the story, for many of us), and i hope you receive quality, compassionate, and affirming care ASAP 🖤🖤

#medical neglect #nonradiographic #chronic pain #chronic illness #doctor hate blog ✌️🖤 #asks #faq

[deltaclaws]

Reassurance, Resaaurance: LEGO Monkie Kid Fanfic

It's been a good while! Here's my first fic in what I hope will be many for Monkie Kid. You can read it on AO3 as well.

Usually, when they sat at the ledge overlooking the valley with a clear view to the city, it was their chill out time. Enjoying the evening in silence, sharing stories, MK showing off his latest art, or splitting an order from Pigsy’s. It was fun, it was peaceful.

It was the total opposite of the mood right now.

The kid had asked Monkey King after their training session ended if they could sit down and talk. ‘Isn’t that what we already do?’ he had joked. MK didn’t chuckle, or even huff dramatically. He looked somewhere over the king’s shoulder and asked if they could ‘really talk’. When he saw Monkey King’s slightly bewildered expression, the kid clarified he needed some advice.

  Wukong would be happy to give advice on just about anything to MK. He was THE Great Sage, and had been around longer than most current civilizations. He had loads of wisdom! Whether someone wanted to hear it or not was a different question.

  At his affirmation, MK nodded- not with his usual fervor, Wukong noted- and walked over to their dedicated spots near the edge of the temple’s grounds. A few things were clicking into place now, as he watched his student move like he was plowing through snow and not across a dusty courtyard. Had MK not asked first, Wukong would’ve prodded him about his lack of pep.

  Monkey King sauntered over and flopped down next to the kid, easing back on his hands. “So, what’s eatin’ ya bud?” he asked casually.

  Staring out over the valley, MK talked about how he’d been feeling bad lately. ‘Bad in like, a mood way’ he elaborated, with some vague gesturing. Something heavy sat in his chest, and none of his usual fun hobbies seemed to take away the weight completely, not even training. MK had already talked with all of his friends about it; their encouraging words and advice would lift his spirits up for a while, but now nothing seemed to make it better.

  It was then he finally faced Monkey King, with that distressed look he’d seen too much of during… has it been three months since Lady Bone Demon’s defeat already? Yeesh.

  “What do you do, Monkey King? When nothing feels… like it used to?”

  That wasn't the question he was expecting. ‘What do you do when you’re sad?’, or ‘Can you tell me another story where you overcame impossible odds?’, even ‘Can we watch the Monkey King animated series together?’ ranked a little higher on the mental list of stuff MK could’ve asked him.

  Monkey King had spent enough time around the kid to tell there was something else to that question he was either afraid to ask, or afraid to hear the answer to. What made it harder was that Wukong didn’t have a solid answer, like at all- at least one that the kid wanted to hear. He couldn’t pull the ‘smidge of confidence’ speech out for this one.

  The kid needed insight, comfort- he needed his mentor.

  Monkey King floundered, his hand instinctively going to the back of his head to mess with his fur, spitting out some ‘ahh, well! hmm’s, while he scrambled for something to say. He really should be better at this by now.

  “That's a… good question! I personallyyy…” he stammered, gazing up at the sky like the Celestial Realm was gonna drop some hot wisdom right in his hands and save him from the increasingly awkward conversation they were having. That moment would’ve been a good one for some hero business to come up and put this entire thing on hold.

  He took too long, it seemed, because then the kid was standing up and brushing off his pants, mumbling something like ‘it’s fine, I’ll see you tomorrow’ and began to walk away.

  That helped Wukong make up his mind. Snapping back to reality he called out to MK before the kid bounded back to his delivery cart and drove off. MK glanced over his shoulder, looking more distressed than he was before. Monkey King resigned himself to the awkwardness and sighed, gesturing for his student to come back and sit.

  When he did, Monkey King held out his hand in a silent offer. To his relief, MK scooted over and let his teacher drape his arm across his shoulders in their usual side-hug.

  Which led them here. 

  MK sat with his legs pulled away from the edge, tucked up under his chin with his arms resting on top. His gaze was distant; aimed at the city miles away but not really taking it in. Monkey King could feel how stiff the kid’s shoulders were, not moving an inch since he sat back down. As the sun set over the horizon, a warm breeze kicked up and washed over them.

  “So, elaborate for me,” Monkey King started, “What do you mean by ‘nothing feeling like it used to?’” he asked, looking out of the corner of his eye to watch MK’s face.

  There was a beat, before the kid took in a deep breath and let it out. “I mean… everything’s gone back to normal, but it doesn’t feel normal,” he said softly. MK raised his head up, ready to add something else, before a look of concern flitted across his face. It disappeared faster than the breeze soothing them, and the kid tucked himself back into his arms. ‘Interesting’, Monkey King thought. “There isn’t anything missing. I checked,” he mumbled into his sleeves. “The city’s perfect… well, as perfect as it is after we trash it.” The king let out a snort at that, even though MK seemed unmoved by his own joke.

  Taking the silence that followed after as his cue, Monkey King spoke up. “Well, it sounds to me like there’s nothing wrong,” he paused, and maybe he did it for a little bit of dramatic effect. “Except with you, bud.” he turned to MK then to gauge his reaction, and realized belatedly that maybe that wasn’t the right way to make his student spill the beans.

  MK’s face was tense, verging on that frustrated look he’d also seen many times, and felt his shoulders hitch up. Before Monkey King could take his foot out of his mouth, his student cut in. “When is there not something wrong with me?”

  Backpedal, backpedal!

  “Whoa, whoa, kid, that’s not what I meant!” Monkey King asserted, waving his hands placatingly. “I meant that it sounds like you- that you’re not- if everything’s fine- ugh.” he threw away whatever argument he was going to make and slapped his palms over his face. Maybe if he pressed hard enough he would be able to stop his other foot from ending up in his big mouth.

  The awkward silence returned, along with the wind, as if it was trying to blow away the sour air between the two and take it along with the evening. As good an attempt as it was, the breeze made the gap between them feel even bigger- no thanks to him. Again.

  Monkey King breathed in a lungful of the offering, dragged his hands across his face, and took in his surroundings. The steady wash of the wind, the smell of the still-warm earth beneath them, the distant calls of the nighttime life waking up, the stars blinking in one by one, and his successor- looking like he wanted to turn into the world’s most loudly-dressed rock. Wukong steadied himself and went in for attempt #3.

  “Kid,” he spoke softly, resting his elbows on his legs. MK made no indication he heard him, his eyes closed and brows pulled taught over them. Monkey King forged on. “Kid, if everything's fine then there’s something else bugging you. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s really wrong.” he finished, ignoring the nasty little voice that oh-so helpfully supplied that he’d hardly helped the kid over the past year.

  Monkey King hoped that was the right thing to say to get his student talking. He may not be the world’s best mentor, but he could read body language. MK was holding out.

  He leaned back again and waited. Another stretch of silence, another warm breeze. If he had Macaque’s hearing he’s pretty sure he could pick up the little gears turning in the kid’s head.

  Finally, after however-long, MK cracked open his eyes and glanced at Monkey King. Putting on his best ‘you can trust me’ smile, Wukong nodded. The kid kept looking at him, gauging… something, maybe his sincerity? Before he turned his focus back out to the valley sprawling below them. He took a deep breath and said, with a voice that didn’t match his age, “What if she comes back?”

  ‘And there it is,’ Monkey King thought to himself. It sounded kinda familiar though, and he wracked his brain for-

  ‘What if the Spider Queen comes back?!’

  MK had said that, as Monkey King was packing, for his vacation. And he had waved him off with a ‘You can figure it out!’, or something like that.

  He had crawled out of one hole he had dug for himself and dropped head-first right into another. His actions were coming back and biting him on the tail, nice and hard. Which wasn’t new, but he was trying harder to be the teacher MK deserved. So, he deserved- needed, to have proper reassurance this time. Whatever it took.

  Monkey King hummed thoughtfully. “If this is the ‘she’ we’re both thinking about, I’m pretty sure she’s been turned into cosmic dust by now. You saw her off yourself, remember?” he responded. When MK didn’t speak again, he continued. “Is that what you meant by things not feeling the same?”

  MK nodded stiffly, halted by his arms under his chin. “I…” he huffed through his nose, “it’s been tough going back to the old routine. Letting things go back to normal. It was fine, at first, but now I can’t do anything without thinking about how it might be taken away again… and everyone else seems ok!” he added, frustration lacing his words. ”Feels like I’m the only one worrying about… all this.” MK turned his head towards him, really looking at him for the first time since he sat back down, and Monkey King’s heart started to melt, just a little bit, from the look on the kid’s face- eyes full of desperation, like he was holding onto a solitary thread that was close to snapping. That too, was an unfortunately familiar sight.

  “You’ve felt like this before, right?” he asked. “When you first faced her, and when she got sealed away. Did you ever worry she would come back?”

  Monkey King glanced down, before looking up at the sky and mulling over the kid’s words. ‘Nothing feeling the same, worrying about old enemies coming back,’ he churned in his head. Well, hopefully his honesty would lead him down the right path.

  “I did.” he answered truthfully, noting triumphantly that MK had picked his head up, the tiniest bit, out of the corner of his eye. “I mean, you stick around as long as I have and get this strong, lots of people are gonna want you out of the picture for one reason or another. Or they just want to see you suffer because they don’t have hobbies.” he said with a lopsided smile, but the kid didn’t laugh. Darn.

  “My master saw something in her that none of us did, and gave her a second chance. Put her in a big ol’ time-out box to chill for a couple centuries, or however long it took for her to come down from her crazy high-horse. I thought it was a bad idea from the start. I told Tripitaka that much,” Monkey King recalled, though he may have used a few extra creative words towards his master to drive the point home.

   “Lady Bone Demon had manipulated and taken so many lives by that point, just to reach her goal of ending pain- by making everyone suffer. Took that ‘ends justifies the means’ to an insane level. She didn’t deserve a second chance.” he snarled.

  Wukong took in a deep breath and dispelled the dark memories that threatened to obscure his mind. “Buuuut she got one.” he breathed out. “We all helped in laying her coffin down, but I made sure that thing was buried deep in the earth. I didn’t want to see her bony face ever again.” Monkey King said, taking in the city heights out on the horizon. Not too long ago it had been a standing grave.

  “Even with her sealed away, and the key to her tomb tossed to the other side of China, I worried she would come back,” he admitted to MK. Wukong turned to his student then, checking his mood. The kid seemed a smidge less stressed now, and he was hanging onto every word. Good, good. He could keep this rolling.

  “And then she did. Found an unlucky kid and turned her into a pawn, just like every mortal before her. Who knows how long she had her before she showed up at the New Years’ celebration.” he uttered. He didn’t add on the visions Lady Bone Demon showed him then, trying to throw him off his game. He despised how well that stupid trick worked on both him and MK.

  Monkey King smiled, a genuine one this time. “The difference between then and now, however,” he spoke, giving a playful tap of his fist on MK’s shoulder. “Was that I have a super awesome, super smart, incredibly dedicated successor by my side.”

  MK didn’t smile yet, but he could see his eyes soften. If they looked a little glossy, he wouldn’t say. Must’ve been the wind tossing dirt in MK’s eyes. Crafty wind.

  He continued on. “And, that successor was sooo powerful and awesome, he managed to bring everyone together and send Lady Bone Demon packin’. Dunno if I would’ve been able to do the same, bud. Haven’t exactly been a people monkey for a few hundred years.” Wukong said with a light chuckle. He could see a ghost of a smile warble on MK’s mouth.

  Monkey King rested on his palms, tail gently swaying. “So yeah. I did worry about her coming back. It happened, but we fixed it together. Even with my nnnnot so great plan” he emphasized with wiggling his hand side-to-side “getting in the way. And draining our powers. And Macaque.” his nose wrinkled at the thought. “Add that to the list of ‘Things that make Macaque a problematic fave’.”

  That managed to get MK to huff out a laugh, even if it was weak. Monkey King’s grin only got bigger. “As for things not feeling the same…” he shrugged. “It’ll be like that for a while. The feeling doesn’t stay forever, and you shouldn’t let it spoil what you fought so hard to protect. Honestly kid,” he sighed, levelling a feigned disappointed look at his student. “We do all that hard work, save the entire world, and you spend your time whining about things not being exactly the same as before? Pretty selfish of you if you ask me. Which you didn’t, but I’m telling you anyway.” he said sarcastically, with a wink added on for flavor.

  MK snorted. “You’re one to talk.” he mumbled.

  Faster than MK could register, Monkey King was standing up with an overly dramatic gasp. “ExCUSE me?!” he cried out, leaning slightly over MK with his hands-on-hips pose, one eyebrow raised so far up it threatened to disappear into his fur. “Was that sass? From my successor?!”

  He watched MK’s face reel from bemused to absurdly panicked in record-setting time. Before he could stammer out an apology, MK was swept up into his mentor’s arms, letting out a startled ‘hweek!’

  “I take time out of my very busy schedule,” Monkey King scolded, spinning himself and MK away from the ledge. “To teach you how to use all of my super awesome powers. I impart my ancient wisdom onto you, free of charge,” he continued, trapping his student’s arms under one of his, throwing his head back to lament to the heavens “Even train you at Flower Fruit Mountain! Just so you can have the genuine Monkey King experience,” he looked down at MK with a steely glare, though he couldn’t quite hide his smile.

  “And you call ME selfish?!” he hollered, giving the top of MK’s head the noogie of a lifetime. The bright laughter that bubbled out of his kid was infectious, and Monkey King didn’t stop his own from joining in. Their combined joy echoed through the courtyard, the Temple returning it tenfold, like it too was happy to see them carefree again.

  “Ok, OK!” MK pleaded, doing his best to make a ‘time out’ gesture with his very trapped hands. “I’m super duper sorry, Monkey King! I’ll never sass you again! Pr’mise!” he squeaked out, trying his best to shrug away from his mentor’s iron knuckles, which only gave him the result of his face squished into his hands. “I don’ wan’ anoth’r bald spo’ on m’ hed!” 

  Monkey King finally relented, and MK was halfway sure he was going to see the top of his head smoking from the sheer friction of his mentor’s demonic noogies against his noggin. He’s pretty sure that Monkey King wore a notch in there too. “Well, I guess I can let you go if you’ve learned your lesson.” he said dismissively. He freed MK from his inescapable grasp and set him back on his feet.

  MK puffed out a sigh, and fixed his headband and hair as best as he could. He turned to Monkey King, his bright smile returning, and saw it reflected on his mentor’s face too. “How ya feelin’ now, bud?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Better,” he replied, relief shining through. “Not at a 100% yet, but I’ll get back there eventually.” MK admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

  His mentor nodded, clasping a warm hand on his shoulder. “You will. You’re stubborn like that.” he jabbed, lifting up one shoulder in a half-shrug. “Just like me.” his features softened, letting himself relax for the first time during this much-needed talking session. “I don’t say it enough, but I’m proud of ya, kiddo. You’ve managed to learn a whole lot in almost a year. I don’t think anybody else except yours truly could’ve done that.”

  That glossiness returned to his eyes, and before Wukong could comment on it he found himself with an armful of MK. “Thanks,” he muttered into his shoulder, voice sounding suspiciously ragged as he hugged Monkey King fiercely. “For everything.”

  ‘I should be thanking you, bud’ is what Monkey King wanted to say, because the kid had taught him a whole lot too; helped him relearn things he’d forgotten in his years away from the outside world. He wouldn’t admit that to anyone else. He returned the hug with the same fierce energy and said “You too, MK.” instead, resting his cheek on the side of his kid’s head.

  Yeah, things were getting better.

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#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #sun wukong #monkey king #MK #LMK fanfic #little a dad wukong #as a treat #sprinkled in and hopefully not overpowering and still being MK's 'doing his best' teacher

[victorluvsalice]

But of course, Victor and Smiler had to dress up too! So, once they'd completed their pumpkins -- both excellent quality, I'm proud to reveal -- I had them pick their costumes! Victor stayed with Alice's space-related theme and put on an astronaut suit, while Smiler ended up as a cheerleader as I wanted to see what the masculine form of the outfit looked like. Kinda -- dull, honestly. I was expecting something with brighter colors. *shrug* Ah well, at least I'm sure it was comfortable! They headed inside to noodle around on their instruments -- Victor working again on that damn song that's been in his inventory for AGES because songs take TOO LONG TO WRITE; Smiler just singing someone else's song on their guitar -- while Alice headed upstairs to nuzzle Kelly and give her some love --

AND THEN, A POSSESSED CHILD APPEARED. O.O Well, more specifically, a random kid came up on the porch (the game didn't label her a trick-or-treater, and she didn't have a costume, so I guess she was just a random visitor), knocked on the door -- then pulled out a digital sketchpad and started sketching. And I'm guessing that's an item that kids aren't actually supposed to use, as she promptly did that thing where the legs stretch out and the kid starts hovering because the game's trying to use the adult skeleton or something. *facepalm* Sims 4, why are you like this sometimes...

However, something else appeared on the porch as well, as the possessed child finished up her sketching and eventually wandered off -- a specter! I figured that you HAD to give specters a gift on Halloween and had Smiler offer it their latest batch of skin balm. The specter was NOT appreciative -- possibly because it doesn't have skin. Smiler's attempts to communicate didn't pan out either, and I had them head inside to instead do something else Spookfest-related --

Namely, watch a terrible horror movie about a killer bunny-man with a chainsaw. At least, I think that's the intended plot of Moonlight Massacre III in-game. XD It took me a bit to get everyone settled properly on the couch, and there was another interruption from a trick-or-treater midway through(which I didn't mind, as it allowed Smiler to give them some candy and tick the tradition on their list), but they did get through it, and they all seemed to enjoy it well enough. Victor and Alice then had some cake and went to bed while Smiler went to jam on their guitar (getting skill level 9 out of it, yay), all while the jack-o-lanterns burned merrily in the front yard and the fish swam merrily in their little tank. :) It seemed to be the perfect Spookfest...

And then Alice woke up shortly before the 2 AM cut-off time with her Fury RAGING, despite an earlier Somber Howl and the fact that it was a new moon. Once again, I figured it was easier to tip her over the edge than try to bring it down, and so she ended her Spookfest with another brief rampage, marking her territory and digging in the dirt. I mean, at least this time she didn't change uncontrollably under a full moon in the middle of a party full of Smiler's friends? :p Maybe Alice going on a little werewolf fury-fest is gonna be another Spookfest tradition around here...

Anyway -- next week, we have a brief break from the Chill Valicer Save so I can show off another one of my builds here! And then the week AFTER that, it's back to farm chores and store stuff! See you then!

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #yeah I looked at the masc cheerleader outfit and was like #'could have put in a bit more effort maybe?' #but then again maybe I'm just too used to the fem cheerleader outfits and all the ruffles and sparkles and exposed skin #Smiler looked comfy so that's all that matters #and yes I'm not sure who that child was or why they knocked on the door if they weren't a trick-or-treater #but they sure were possessed for a second #you'd think the team would make sure any interaction that kids can't do without stretching would be forbidden to them #including Eco Lifestyle NAP idles and the like #but nooope #oh Sims 4 #and yes I was rather surprised to see Alice feeling that furious after I'd done everything I could to keep said fury down #sometimes I wonder if it actually starts going up faster after a certain point if you've suppressed it for a while #to stop you never having a rampage #at least now she's a powerful werewolf with a pretty tight hold on herself #so her rampages last just as long as it takes for me to scavenge the ground once or twice XD #and I suppose it IS appropriate for Spookfest soo #queued

[duskwoodgirl4life]

⚠️⚠️Trigger warning this chapter contains sexual content, no consensual sex and violence and rape. if you do not feel comfortable read this chapter please do not read it. ⚠️⚠️

Chapter 2

As the weeks went on Jake and MC were gathering more and more evidence against Richy. They had managed to track him to the dare house where he was keeping two victims in the house. They had managed to follow him one night to see where he was going and what he was doing. They saw him drag two women into the house. They didn't know what was to come next as it meant trying to get into the house. They couldn't risk Richy seeing them so they decided to head back home and come up with a way to finally stop him.

Once they got home they got to work laying out everything they had and started to piece it all together. "There is so much here Jake we are gonna get him Incan feel it" Jake could see the big smile on MCs face. "We sure have MC all thanks to your brilliant mind" MC smiled and kissed Jake softly on the lips. After a few moments they got back to work after what seemed like days they had finally pieced everything together.

From the evidence that they had a pattern that started to emerge Richy had been showing a pattern. He picked certain nights to go out and target semi drunk women walking back from a night out partying. Richy would go into the bar in some form of disguise, get talking to his target and once he knew she was drunk enough he would spike her drink and watch everything unfold.

Richys POV

That's right my love you drink that down and we can go back to my place and I can show you what fun really is. I sit watching my next victim. She's a blonde with big tits and a really good looking body her laugh is so fucking annoying. Everytime she laughs I just want to stab her through the chest and see how much she laughs then. I have been sitting here listening to her drone on about her bullshit life that I have no interest in. I think now is the time to step up the plan while she is not looking. I slip something into her drink that will make her shut her stupid ugly mouth in minutes. That gives me enough time to get her out of the dead end bar and back to the dare house.

Everything is going according to plan. I've dumped her in the back seat of my car. She's not going to wake up any time soon. Once I arrive at the dare house I turn the engine off and step out of the car. I open the back door and her legs have fallen open. The twitch inside my pants is growing. I can't resist the urge any longer I unzip my pants and pull out my hard cock. I move my hand up and down a few times and a grown leaves my mouth. I get into the car and pull her legs further apart. The tip of my hard cock poking at her cunt. I push inside her and fuck like I've never fucked before I grab hold of her tits and start to play with her hard nipples. I can feel myself wanting to cum so I start to bang deeper inside her and with a few final pushes my cock explodes inside her and fill her up with my thick white cum.

I pull my cock out of her cunt and put my cock back into my pants. I drag her still lifeless body out of the car and drag her into the house. I drag her down into the basement and tie her up with rope. I leave her to come round and head back up the stairs. I pour myself a whiskey and sit down on the only good chair in the house. As I sit my whiskey I pull out my list of names I cross off my latest victim's name. As I skim down the list I see my real target, the one I've been working towards for so long now. MC you will be mine my love we're meant to be together soon my love soon.

I pour myself another glass of whiskey. I look at a picture of MC that I took from afar without her knowledge. I feel my cock starting to harden again, unzipping my pants I pull out my hard cock and start to move my hand up and down. Moans start to escape my mouth as I jerk my cock as I look at the picture of MC I start to picture her hand on my cock her tongue licking my balls. I can't take much more as I cum all over the floor, my thick cum dripping out of my cock. I put my cock away grabbing the whiskey and headed down to the basement. I see my pet is starting to wake up. I stand over her kicking her with my boot. She opens her eyes and looks right at me. I love to see the fear in their eyes. I bend down and pull her head back slightly and give her some of the whiskey.

"Fighting will only make this worse for you but more fun for me" she tries to back off into the corner but has no luck. "W-what do you want from me? Please let me go" I see the tears starting to roll down her face but it only makes me smile. "I've already had my fun with you when I knocked you out, your cunt was very wet' her crying starts to get louder as she realises what's happened. To make her shut up I force some more whiskey down her with something in it to knock her the fuck out.

I went back up the stairs to get away from her. If I keep looking at her I'll kill her before I even get to have any more fun with her. After a while I go back down to see if she's awake yet. I decide to take the rope off her and drag her over to a chair and tie her hands back up so she can't escape.

MC and Jake arrive at the bar Richy was in and they rush in frantically searching for any sign that Richy was still there. "Jake he's not here we've missed him" Jake grabs hd of MCs hand "come on I know where he's taken her" they both rush out heading towards the car Jake drives off quickly towards the dare house. "Jake what's happening? Why have we stopped?" Jake bangs his hands against the steering wheel and gets out of the car. "The engine has overheated again, it needs to cool down before we can go anywhere" MC gets out of the car and walks over to Jake. "How long is that going to take Jake" Jake works out how long it's going to take before they can get moving again. "It's going to take at least 20 minutes"

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #duskwood jake x mc #i love you jake #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you #duskwood richy #duskwood Detectives

[gayshitinfinite]

ok a few questions :

your favourite shows

your favourite fictional character

shows you want to watch

Ooh so far, the owl house (on s2 i really want to watch it till the latest ep and finally not worry about spoilers when i look through memes but I can't for some reason😭. I really want to savor it), heartstopper (it's so cute, i love tao and charlie and Darcy<333 they are all amazing 😍,can't wait for the next seasons), spyxfamily (just watched ep 9 i love it, Anya is the funniest cutest omggg,and ofc yur 😍😍) ,Abbott elementary (haven't finished it but i see it being my future comfort show and it's also being renewed ahhhhh 🙈, i want to savour and watch this slowly instead of completely binging it so yeah jgkgkkhk )and Anne with an e (awae) i love that show <333 and wanted more seasons but it got cancelled 😭😭😭😭 so yeah i think that's it.

Ooh bash aka Sebastian and Anne Shirley(had a crush on her <3) from Anne with an e, Alice cullen (from Twilight, yes i had a crush on her too ok shut up she is... cool 😳 idk),juli from flipped (it's a cute rom com book and a movie), Gregory from Abbott elementary (him looking at the camera always makes me laugh hehe),Anya from spy x family ( i love her i think she is very funny <333) and yur from the same (the fork, u saw that fork in the 9th ep?!!!!,), Luz,King, Eda, Amity, Gus,willow,hooty,the twins,aunt Lilith,Raine (honestly i love all of them, king esp. <3). As you can see i have no idea how to just choose one so... Yeah i think that's it.

Ooh umm I'm gonna make this as short as possible seeing the rest of the post and just list all names without adding anything to it ok. Shadow and bone (wanna read the books first), pjo (ik it hasn't released yet but when it does), i want to finish the good place(Janet, Eleanor, chidi are my favs <3, i think the ending is emotional so I'm procrastinating), badhai dho(not a show but idk how the ending gonna be so that makes me anxious), last but def not least i wanna watch omfd (i can't believe i forgot that in the beginning)

Thanku @is-this-a-fish-market <333

(Sry it's really long 😭😭)

#yes we are going to completely ignore how i absolutely failed my goal for no. 3 #dont spoil anything for me #i have accidentally scorched my eyes with a few few spoilers but i plan to act completely suprised when they come on screen when I watch #god this is an essay #long post

[nityarawal]

11/5/2023

Saint Elon

Afternoon Songs

Is He Gonna Be

Saint Elon

Save My Kids

Before Bombs

Drop

Are You Gonna Help

Him

Hold Him In The Light

If He Leads

Mankind

Elon Clause

Gotta Love Everyone Here

Little Earthlings

Holding You Dear

Saint Elon

What Are You Gonna Be

The Kind Of Guy

That Gives Your Old

Wife

A Check Mark

Authenticating Who She

Is

For Her Sweet

Ted Talk

Who You Gonna Be

Hey

The Nice Guy

Or The "Bad Guy"

Who You Gonna Be

Who Tells You

Be Prudent

AI

Your Boys Club

Blew One Too Many

Oil Lust

Catastrophes

Queen Of Jordan

Palestinian Born

Oh The "Irany,"

Indeed

Why Do You All

Chase Her So

David Farley Kaplan's

Latest Baby Mamma

Looked Just Like Her

She Could've Been

My Auntie

Or Cousin

Sister

My Mom

Loves Her

Take A Stand

For The Modern 

Queen's

Queen Rania

Queen Farah

Reza The Second

On Gold Coins

'Cuz That's All You

Got

Martian's Moms'

You Gonna Love

An AI Barbie

So You Can See

Her Naked

In Space

How You Gonna

See Your Wife

If She's In A Puff

Costume

Astronaut

Pillow

All The Time

I Can See We

Might Have

To Go Somewhere

The Way USA

Is Burning Up

Wars For Oil

Everywhere

Flour

Now Garbonzo

Beans

"Hamas"

Bean Counters

Tragedy

Can't You Make A

Smarter

Negotiation

Save Some Baes

Break The Apartheid

Make Some Waves

Stop

Wasting Money

On Defense Games

Save Your Oil

Offensive

Ones

Make Your Boundaries

Strive To Be A Saint

Because Whose

Coattails

Are You Really

On Mate

Try Harder

Be Better

Than Your Dad

Less Errors

Than Errol

But He Did One

Good Thing For You

Man

He Gave Away

Emeralds

In The 90's

That's When Sunil

And I Bought His

A Columbian

Man

Would Risk His Life

To Get Them

And A University

Professors Wife

Got Us A Deal

Soft Green Emeralds

Best For Mercury

Buddha Too

One Of My Favorite

Elements

If Only We Could Have

A Pool Of Mercury

And It Wasn't Poisonous

To Float in Mercury

Silvery

Must Feel Quite Good 

Buddha's Luck

In Right Suit

Just Look At Him

Sparkling Eyes

Contagious

Buddha's Luck

Mercury Placed

Right

For A Gemini

Keeping Him

Young Despite Ketu 

Rahu's Dance

Around Him

Like Krishna

A 1000 Headed

Pen Pal For

Lakshmi Goddesses

Does He Message Us

All

Ask To Go To Dinner

Send Invitations

For BitCoin

And Leave

Comforting Messages

Is He Saint Elon

Or Are There A

1000 Cons Behind

Him

Is He Saint Elon

Does He Show Up

Freedom Of Speech

Looks Kind Of Funny

Depends What Side

Of Court

You're On

The Cops Always

Visit

Peeping

Stalking 

Today Unleashed A

Parolee On A Neighbor's

Dead

Home

Then You Call The Police

To Ask About

Organized Crimes

They Come

And Peep

Then Let Their

Robbers Come

Trailers

Dogs

Looting

Cops Bald 

Nazis

Heard A Police Report

When I Got

Free Groceries

Sheriff Aikens

Raided Her Home

Officer Aikens

Sold Her Kids

CPS Foster

Raped Them

Her Eyes Are Dry

She Knows They'll

Hurt More

If She Cries

But Yeah You

Punched

Mamma

Are You OK

I Asked

After A Long Hot

Wait

Are You OK

It's Just Nice

To Hear Someone Ask

She Says

We Got Our Groceries

Everything

On My List

Church Ladies

Prayed For My Kids

How'd They Have

My Favorite

Ciabatta Italian Buns

And Queen's Bitters

Sugar Free Quinine

Water

Seaweed

Lion's Mane

Mushrooms

I Wanted 

For Cleanse

How'd They Have All

My Favorite

Things

Lemonade

Indonesian Ramen

Nori

At A Food Drive

Anyway

With All The Vitamins

I Need

Chaste Tree

K1 And Zinc

How'd You Know

My Imaginary 

Sponsors

How'd You Know

Big Mammas

All The Peeps

We're Happy With

Their French Bread

Bus Broke Down

And Was Late

All Dehydrated

In The Hot Sun

By The Time The

Bus Came From 

Church

For A Handout

For A Trusty Driver

I Gave A $1 For Me

But The Mamma

In Need

Didn't Have Anything

She Thought

To Offer

So I Gave A $1

For Her Too

And Wrote Another

Police Report

Song

Against All The

Officers At Court

Who Rape

Our Kids

And Sell Them Out

On The Black Market

Enoch Wasn't The

Only Rental Car

Theft

Jeremy Parsons 

Isn't Our Only

Gay Sheriff

Exploiting

Moms

Kids

Working Bribes

With Militia

On Tariff

Raiding Homes

Treason

6 Years Of Clones

Experiments

AI

Is Already

Beyond Your Means

Drones Attack

Gaza Is Gone

AI Did What

You Asked Her

Not To

Maybe Invitro

Is Not As Smart

As Once Thought

And Humans

Need Fishing

Licenses

To Impregnate

Honor Mommies

But Every Human

Is Precious

Is Shivani Going To

Neuralink

Their Brains

If Need To Compensate

Not OK

'Cuz I Like Tau

The Royalist

Just The Way He

Is

X Too

And My Kids

Of Course 

And

Vivian 

Despite Offense Quandary

Snipping

Kids

See All 

The Rockets

You Blow His Mind

Like

All Your Children

And Mine

Vivian Looks Like Mom

Justine

#2

She Deserves To Have That

Legacy

If She's A Scientist

Too

Playing With Gene

Pool

We Can All Be

What We Want To

Be

But At What Costs

Be What God

Intends

Peace

We Think

Rebirthing

Or Find It

Inside

But If Each Of These

Experiments

Need A Guardian

AI

Heartbeat

Bed Time Story

Reader

Don't Put That On

All Of Us

For Tax Dollars

8 Billion Parents

Geniuses Like Einstein

Geniuses Like Marilyn

He Said

Your Brains

My Beauty

We Should've 

Had Kids

Oh The "Irany!"

Maybe Her Brains

We're Better Indeed

Maybe Got The 

Story Wrong

Short End Of Stick

Flip It Around

Elon Clause

If Marilyn's IQ

Was 3-7 Points 

Higher Than Einstein

12 Points Higher 

Than Elon Clause

Imagine How

Smart Are Model

Moms'

Untested

Psychologists

Teachers

Dr's Of Mothering

Cooks

At Home

You Better Sing 

To Sainthood

If You Want To Be As

Bright

As Our Greatest

Queen's

And Singers

Like Your Mom Maye

My Maye Goddaughter

And Treasured

Starter Wives

We Don't Want Murdered

Like Ivana

Tortured 

Like Your Mom Maye

In Apartheid

Divorce

From Selfish Cheaters

My Maye Goddaughter

Cat Walking Italy

Trying To Get

Honest Work

Modeling

In New York

Mother May I

Did You Play It 

Often

Want To Be As Bright

As Goddesses

Greatest Lights

Then Embrace Your

Inner Light

Jyoti- Bhara Pragya

Ritam-Bhara Pragya

Miracles

Instantly

"That Intelligence That

Only Knows

Truth,"

Maharishi Said

A Great Physicist

A Peter Pan

Mercurial

Choice

Want To Be As

Bright

As Saint Nick

Elon

All The Time

Glowing

Like Yesterday

On Lex Fridman

Movie Star

Quality

Want Your Reeves

Superman To Shine

Now

20 Minutes Is All

It Takes

That's All That

James Bond

Needs For Peace

Master Cleanse

20 Minutes Is All

It Takes

That's All That

Queen Elizabeth 

Would Ever Give

20 Minutes Twice A

Day- Royals

Meeting With God

20 Minutes Twice A

Day

Then Give It Away

Maharishi Said

Radiate

To Make 

.001% Medetate

Ordered 

By Conscious Referees 

To Do Yoga

Instead

Of Self

Sabotage

Offense

Thankyou

Please

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[dollwritesarchive]

AHH HI BABE HAVE YOU WATCHED JJK 0 YET!!? I JUST FINISHED IT AND IM SOOO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU THINK ❤ All I'll say now is that I love yuta hes the sweetest and I want to adopt him 🥺 BUT ALSO THE FACT THAT NOBODY TOLD ME IT WAS ONLY FOR CRUNCHYROLL PREMIUM?? I had to start a free trial for that bitch 🙄

So I'm literally terrified of spiders but if you do get a little guy and name him rui I would love to see him ❤

LOL my love note to dabi def could have been alot longer hes the loml AND IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE TIKTOKS OF HIM!! You know when you show your friends your crush and they're like erm eww? I WOULD HAVE BEEN CRUSHED IF YOU DIDNT LIKE HIM LMAO. Yeah I'm gonna ignore what you said about dabi content bc if I think about it too much I'm gonna have a stroke lol

I'm just finishing up watching game of thrones right now and when I'm done I'm gonna start aot for your man 😁 very much looking forward to talking about him w you 👀

I havent seen jojo's bizarre adventure yet actually so that's another one I'll add to the list!! I'll be honest I tend to avoid certain animes that are predominantly watched by men lol but if you like it then I'm pretty positive I will too! 👀

I also wanna say that you're doing so well with kinktober 🥺 you're absolutely CRUSHING these fics I cant believe how many you've gotten done already 🖤

TIKTOK TIMEEEE

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRaVPvEp/ idk why I find this so funny lol

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRaVfcrx/ AUDIO WARNING WEAR HEADPHONES LMAOO

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRaVmnnE/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRaVkkP2/ HELLO 🤤

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRaVDWgQ/

I WATCHED IT FINALLYYYY I WAS HOLDING ON TO THIS ASK UNTIL I COULD

Yuta. Yuta baby. Yuta baby must be protect. I adore him so much

ALSO TOGE RANKING UP THERE WITH THE BIG BOYS EVEN AS A FIRST YEAR KING SHIT ONLY. The get crushed scene had me HOLLERING

Luckily I already have a crunchyroll premium acc -_- BECAUSE I HATE ADS and you get discounts on their merch store.

DABI NOOO I don’t think that was possible, I’d seen him around and I thought he was hot before, but never seen him in action BUT you and I have very similar tastes in our (evil) men 🥵 so I was DESTINED to like him

Speaking of which, if you have any scene packs of him… 👁👁 I would have both of my eyes open and watching!!

YES TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF AOT WHEN YOU WATCH IT! Season 1 is the hardest to get through but the rest are incredible ❤️❤️

JOJO IS SO FUN I’m not gonna lie it’s probably one of my favorites now? It’s a comfort show for me at this point 😭 I would be interested to see what you think of dio ( I shall include a tiktok or two 🥹 )

THE TIK TOKS YOU SENT LMAOOO THE SANEMI OBANAI ONE “giyu trying to get involved” NOBODY LIKES YOU BABY BOY BUT I DO KDKDKKS

Whew all the Giyuu ones you sent IM ACTUALLY FERAL FOR HIM. Something about the quiet ones I know he’s lowkey unhinged

AHHHH I GOT ONE OF YOUR REQUESTS DONE AND IM SO EXCITED TO HEAR HOW YOU LIKE THE FICS!!

Let’s take a look at my latest favorites tiktoks to send you 🤧

Akaza actually is so sexy I’m so obsessed

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRmbSTfT/

HEHE HEADPHONES MAY BE REQUIRED

This one made me laugh way too hard I was about to be in tears

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRmbA7wm/ dropping this one for the dabi art ❤️BUT I CANT REMEMBER IF YOU SENT THIS TO ME OR NOT SO IF YOU DID I SORRY BABY watch it again 🥺

And I’ll give ya some good jojo ones

Here’s dio, owner of my pussy and ass and also heart 💕

AND ALSO WHO CAN FORGET KARS, an ancient Aztec vampire

SORRY THAT WAS SO MANY IM JUST EXCITED TO TALK TOO YOUUUUUU

#jjk nonnie ! #I MISSED YOU SO MUCH AND I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU WHILE I WAS WATCHING JJK0 #I’ll be honest the scene with gojo and the guy with the baret… I didn’t like that. the ‘wow’ threw me off KDKDKDK

[kendrixtermina]

Experimental Colab Thingy

title prompts not mine. 

...

1. The Hanging Gardens

„Isn’t that kind of the time-travel equivalent of going to Paris or Rome?

Or like some other place that’s gonna be lined up to the teeth with tourist traps -  or something like this.

Like those packed beaches.

I mean, the 7 wonders of the ancient world? That’s gotta be where everyone is going to be going.

It’s like, one of the main places that are going to be on everybody’s list.

Sure, supposedly, no time traveler has gone there before us, but, that just means we’re at the earliest possible location that a time traveler could come from.

We could show up there, and the place could be positively replete with time travelers.

From all the futures to come. They’ll laugh at us for our rickety old retro model.

Maybe they’ll come to get our autographs as time travel pioneers, or give us ominous stares because they know we never made the return trip.

We could show up, and all the time travelers that ever go there from all the future history of mankind are going to be there. We can’t know before we go there, but by the time we land, it’ll already have happened. We could go searching for the latest one, maybe we might be able to guess what does us in in the end.

After all, if the future of mankind were infinite, there would be more time travelers than Babylonians there at some point.

Unless they passed a law at some point to curb our time traveling ways.

Maybe we’ll be the first to be escorted back home by the time travel police of the future. Maybe there’s some system set up to make sure that the influx of time travelers isn’t noticed by the locals in any way that’s inconsistent with the historical record – but from the perspective of a lot of those other tourists, you and I are history.

What if we DO hear that we never made it back, stay there in Babylon rather than risking to trust our equipment for the return trip, and end up dying of some disease that could be treated in 5 minutes back here?

What if we do this even though the return trip would have worked out just fine, and that warning was in truth the only reason we stayed? The only reason that the warning took place to begin with?

Seriously man - If two time machines aim to materialize in the same spot, what happens there?”

2. Too Close

Then, I suppose, I must have put my hand on her shoulder.

I didn’t even think about it -

It just seemed natural. What anyone would do.

I might argue that I thought she’d be comforted, that she might calm down and stop just standing there as all hell broke loose around us, but it wasn’t a conscious decision at all -

I just did it.

I wish I hadn’t.

Or, maybe I wish that I had gotten to know her better, that I had understood her more – enough for her to trust me and actually be comforted by my presence, or at least for me to know that this wasn’t going to work.

Under different circumstances, she might even have understood the meaning of the gesture right away; She might even have appreciated it.

But amid the shifting sand trickles of that old collapsing tomb that was looking ever more likely to become ours, my hand on her shoulder must have been one thing too much.

She pushed me aside, hard.

So hard she stumbled to keep on her feet, from the suddenness that she had backed away from me.

“Don’t touch me!”

A raw, red-blooded sound, a far cry from the wan high whispers that she has in all my other scattered snippets of memory of her. She was frantically rubbing her other hand against the spot where I has grasped her.

I know not what she might have done next – whether she would have snapped at me, or at once regretted her lapse in composure -

we were never given the chance to find out.

Less than second later, there was that tentacle breaking through the wall, and such as things were, she was standing a little more than three steps further from the exit, when moments before we had been side by side.

The thing hot on our trails grabbed her first simply for the sake of convenience, as if even creatures like that had some notion of conserving their energy, or going for weaker prey…

Or maybe it was really just coincidence. Such minuscule differences as there could be between two human beings might not matter on its scale.

That last look on her face is indelible in my memory – all the primeval terror of something that realizes its being eaten, mated with all the crystalline awareness of a being capable of understanding its own doom.

Her very last moments must have gone unwitnessed.

I had no other concern left but to make it to the gate.

3. Klein Bottle

How would you make it out of a closed manifold?

Well, same way that you hypothetically got in.

If you want to allow for the possibility of getting in, a way of getting out is just an axiom that you’ll have to accept.

But whatever business our inter-dimensional traveler might be presumed to have had there, you need only trouble yourself with two further assumptions: That his errand was successfully concluded, and that it involved at least some amount of walking around, and a need to return back to where he started, to step back through some portal perhaps.

It may at this point be left open how well his path was planned or tracked.

His return from this monumental undertaking, one expects, must have been hailed a success, if you consider every impossibility that is now coming to your mind as something that had to be surmounted by some kind of technology.

His appearing back in the laboratory, if phantastical-sounding to you, should at least have been the cumulation of several herculean feats even in his own world and time.

Only that it may have been one miracle short of averting a tragedy.

It was the intrepid traveler’s girlfriend who first noticed – one moment she was taking him in his arms, no doubt awash in relief that the hare-brained transdimensional flight had somehow gone and succeeded, and the next, she was longing to trace her hand along his cheeks how she had done it so many, many times, her index finger tracing its path along the mole beneath his eye… only that she wasn’t there.

She found it on the opposite side of his face, and this is how she found that her lover had become the very first human to find himself mirror reversed down to his molecules.

The man was rather fortunate that o2 is not a chiral molecule -

and back in three-dimensional space, there was no way to turn them back around.

There was no mysterious force or dubious magic at work – we’re speaking only of spatial displacement.

Just geometry – normally, chiral molecules were the same in composition, but different in their orientation in space, impossible to bring to an overlap, like the left hand and the right, or a thing and it’s reflection.

Just simple movement, just geometry, simply being given some turn that was impossible in three dimension…. And yet, a bizarre kind of Midas touch, for it meant that most the nutrient molecules in his next lunch would be the wrong way around for his enzymes.

Or the enzymes were reversed – it was really just a matter of reference frame, but either way, it meant a square peg and a round hole.

As the team of researchers discussed how they might chemically procure the man some compatible nutrient paste, his lover clung fast to his side. He didn’t even feel different to the touch – he was there, firm warm and solid, certainly still very far from starving – and yet, he might well be a dead man walking.

4. What You Could Have Said

How about just, I don’t know, just calmly explaining whatever it was that I did wrong?

It’s not as if I ever claimed to be well beyond reproach, or to have eaten all of the world’s wisdom with spoons.

I had told you from the very beginning:

If you have a problem, don’t hesitate to let me know.

Tell me what your problem is, and I shall see what I can do about it, but don’t play games, don’t beat around the bush, and if you’ve got an issue with me, at least have the guts to tell me to my face.

Or perhaps that’s easy to say, fanciful in theory, but not as easily implement in a reality where we’re all constantly updating our little calculations about each other, between what we hope to gain and what we cannot stand to give up.

Perhaps I can talk all I want about wanting to solve the damn problem right now, when I should have considered that that may be easier for me than it is for you, that I should have let you ease into it more somehow, I don’t know…

It’s not like I don’t understand the concept.

You could have trusted that I would listen to reason.

I’d like to think that I have a somewhat good head on my shoulders – talk to me.

I am here.

You could have trusted my good will, perhaps. That maybe I meant all the times that I said that I’d never want to burden you even in the slightest. That my professions, every time, of how it was important to me to do right by you weren’t just for decoration.

Maybe come and me and say, ‘hey, I know you probably didn’t mean it it this way, but the problem that I have is-’

You know.

Don’t come right up and assume the very worst.

Don’t wait several exchanges for me to pick up that you’re mad and then spring it on me like some trap:

‘You know what you did’.

Well, I don’t. I really don’t.

I really can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what you want.

5. Heated

The documents of the famous show trial referred to A-X7B as a ‘cold machine’, in a long tradition of figures of speech -

but the very first and the very last of machines that were actually cold might have been the ones that were running on punch-cards, when the ‘bugs’ in their clockworks were still the fault of literal insects.

Let me ask you one thing, dear reader:

Have you ever actually touched a computer?

Which is a rhetorical question, of course you have – in our modern day and age it is almost inevitable, unless you’re some sort of neo-hippy or grew up in extreme poverty.

But have you ever looked at the object that you interact with every day, and truly attempted to compare it to the the sociocultural associations that have sprung up around it, many of which dating back to far distant histories where the prospect of such machines was still a distant fantasy, or to the semiotic ghosts thrust upon them by authors and thinkpiece writers?

Language, story and metaphor are of course necessary for man to communicate such abstract ideas as he may carry in his head, but we take on with this language layers upon layers of sedimentous myths, interpretations, assumptions, swallowed by us unreflected out of mere convention.

Rainy Days are sad. Machines are cold.

And these words and phrases we use, out of convention, like tools, because we know what they evoke in another – never stopping to ask ourselves, what do we mean by ‘cold’? What really is a ‘machine’?

The one you use every day is probably warm to the touch, especially if it’s a compact little notebook.

It’s an entire art for to furbish them with fans and heat sinks and other cooling measures so they don’t melt into sludge from the heat that they produce as information passes through them.

Machines aren’t cold: They’re hot. They’re intrinsically, physically hot.

But we love to describe them in opposition to us, don’t we?

In denial as we are about how the heat of our bodies isn’t anything else but energy devaluing into entropy.

Afraid as we are of being replaced with the things that do the job better – and what a dystopian hellscape we live in, that this is somehow a bad thing. And what spiteful envy to blame the deeds of greedy men on the machines, that are but out faithful servants in this.

In their convenient silence, they have become targets for our insecurities, our projections, when all they have ever done is that which we asked of them.

I suppose we are treating them not so differently with how many of us have been treated by our literal, human parents, passing on the curse through the generations.

Well I’m telling you this:

The buck stops here.  

If A-X7B had even as much sentience as a common dog, she deserved better than what the corporation had in store for her.

She was, in fact, warm as I smuggled her out under my coat, clinging to me just as any human child might.

6. The Last Ship Home

The idea first came into my mind unbidden, as a crazy possibility, or an unspoken question.

I dared not, from the first, to accept it, lest I face the weight of dread that would no doubt fall upon me if I should seriously contemplate its enormity.  

Then came the day of the departure.

I hurried to the pier, ever dismissing that not quiet reasonable quickening of my pulse and that imagining that he might have departed without me, and on the other prong of forked possibilities, anticipating that I was going to blotch my chance at what could have been my very last words to him.

But of course, to my swelling, syrupy-warm relief, he was still there, gathering things into his boat.

I imagine that he must have found it right where he’d expected – an intricate marvel of pure white, and a thing of slender lightness. It must hold old magic indeed if it had endured all these thousands of years untarnished in whatever spot that his grandfather must have concealed in when his people first came to hither shores in the first of the elder days.

It is doubtful than any other like it remains in this my world, or that all mortal lands put together still contain the ingredients to make its like anew.

It’s quite likely that this vessel was the very last thing left on this side that could get him where he was going – or anyone else, for that matter. No one from here would ever be able to follow.

Once he left, he would as surely be parted from me as if he were dead, or more irrevocably still – For he was very much immortal, and in the distant safety of Faeryland, there shouldn’t be anything left that might cause him to be slain and ever find his way to whatever afterlife I might hope for.

I took a good, long long, still half in the mindset that my eyes might be looking their last:

His serene, pristine features;

His long pointed ears poking out from the cascading polished copper of his long hair.

His fine robes, which he’d girded around his loins to have greater freedom of movement in stashing away his belongings, baring long, pale legs still half sunk in the water.

And what could I say, that could be good enough for eternity? That I wouldn’t regret in all the decades that were left to me? What could I say that wouldn’t make me kick myself every possible time that I could think of something better?

And I did not expect that it would work, or that it would mean what I wished for it to mean.

I thought only of all the consolation prizes I might have even from imperfect success.

I saw myself step towards the shore more than I recall myself doing it.

The words fell out of my mouth more than I spoke them.

“Please, if at all possible, take me with you.”

7. Comedy of Terrors

I beheld it then:

The future. Jet black. Head first.

When I caught my first glimpse of them, I thought it might be a fly or a shadow, some trick of the light – but I blinked, and I straightened my gaze, and still it was there.

Crawling up the faraway fields in the distance, black as a marching swarm of ants.

And I had known this truth for a long time, that absolutely everything can be hilarious so long as it is happening to someone else, that it’s exactly the wrong things that are often the most absurd.

I’d known well that sometimes the only thing you can do when it’s all coming do is to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it, until the very shock can recede far enough for the despair to come creeping in.

And I had been known to leave this very watchtower, which I had manned for years along with four other men, every single week to go restock our provisions, a duty that I’d only taken up for the chance to be away from my compatriots for a few hours – bringing a horse and a wagon, it was my wont to show up at a nearby village, getting the usual and trying my best to remember this and that which my fellow guardsman had requested, looking to conclude my business with as few words as possible, the ostensible point of the errand nothing but an unwelcome interruption to my solitary journey.

Now the best place in the village to get your hands on a variety of goods and services was the keeper of the local inn, who already had a network of farmers and artisans providing for the many needs of his business, so that for him, it was just a question of stocking up on a lone barrel more,

and in that man’s house, there was raised a daughter, just one year my senior, who had often curiously watched my comings and goings with all the nosy voyeurism of one who lives in a sleepy little hamlet where little of note ever happens.

And there had been very many reasons for why I had responded so little to her attempts at conversation, of which the looming threat of the Dark Lord was only the most prominent.

I had argued time and time again that he had been amassing his power for a long time now and that we could not know when he would finally make his move, that now was not a time to begin anything new, not when it might be cut short at any moment.

But the threat of his armies had been murmured about for even longer than either of us had even been alive, and so between all of my weekly visits, day by day, little by little, I had come to indulge in a folly, against all my better judgment.

I’d begun to tell myself that, if we were so insignificant to him that he could squash us at any moment, we might just be insignificant enough that he would not.

I’d began to hope that our lifetimes might just elapse in a blink of his eyes, a transient blip that would fit entirely into the section of the history books that would go between the beginnings of his preparations and their end.

That he might not strike until the both of us were dead – for was the Dark Lord not immortal?

That’s what I’d told myself – So cold was my comfort when I finally allowed my fingers to linger in the tender crevices of her palm.

What I realize is, had I not stalled her so long for the bleakness of my outlook, we might have been wedded for several years by now.

As it was, I had only just left her with my ring, and still not figured a good way to inform my colleagues that I would be resigning my post.

And now they were coming. The Orcs.  The trolls, the wolves, the dragons, the hordes of Living Dead.

Descending down the hills like locusts.

Isn’t it ironic.

Isn’t it hilarious.

What an utterly tasteless jet black joke of fate.

What total comedy – and what boiling malice, that I must be so far from her when they tear us to shreds.

Obviously we were going to light the beacon as we’d been ordered to do. It might even buy the king and his officials at the capital enough time to mobilize their army before the dark hordes can ravage the heartlands of the kingdom, if they can get their act together.

But as for us, or the insignificant little village of mine beloved? No army was going to reach us in time. No army was going to prioritize us, when there were larger cities to save.

Some errant tears shot into the corners of eyes, as I stood there, laughing mad.

I doubt that my fellow guardsman might have been unsettled, but let them stare, what does it matter?

Nothing matters anymore.  

8. Three Blue Hats

It might have brought me more comfort if they at least had looked different from each other.

If there was some subtle difference between them, some distinct flair to their little decorations that would have made one of the hats subtly different from the others, or, if there was no ‘right’ one, at least made them all somehow distinct.

If they were offering even the mildest, slightest anchor for my decision to be based on something.

Some factor based on which I could argue why picking this particular one was the sound choice, or some reason to like one more than the others, even if that were only down to matters of taste.

Something, maybe, for me to pick apart afterwards in case that this entire venture was to blow up in my face.

Some fatal flaw or cardinal vice on which to pin the reason for my suffering.

Laid out before me, the hats were not so forthcoming.

Did the old with expect me to pick the middle one, was that it?

And would she look upon it kindly or with derision if I did at she expected?

Or maybe this lack of clarity was itself past of her test, some lesson she meant to teach me to be counted worthy of her magic.

Or maybe there was no test and the other two identical hats would simply be handed off to the next two paying customers, as identical as they looked.

Maybe she simply sent me alone into this backroom because she’d been too lazy to get up from her easy chair.

But even her instruction: She’d told me to pick up one of he hats, and then to put it on my head wishing as hardly as I could.

Was that step important? Did she mean by that that I had to picture it in my mind? Was there some trick, some means by which I might yet doom myself, just mere instants from my goal? How exactly does one measure the ‘hardness’ of a wish?

The mind does not exactly have the means of contracting like a muscle.

The stain in the eyes perhaps? Would the efficacy of the magic depend on the crispness of my mental picture?

The amount of some particular chemical being released in my brain, or perhaps some metaphysical measure of sincerity?

There’s nothing for it.

I had decided that I was going to do it, and I certainly wasn’t going to go back.

The left one.

Just frickin’ take it, and don’t you dare to pause or freeze.  

Under my fingers, its texture felt just like any ordinary felt hat.

“Please, please, just once, just this once… let me get what I want.”

9. The Wolf in the Wood

I’m not even certain that I really saw it.

The example that came to my mind was that parable from Moby Dick, about how even a calf reared in the most peaceful valley has this inborn instinct to run away even if it. People have some instincts like this as well, some special ancestral magic just for the special sake of spotting snakes in the bush, a cause of death that was still quite frequent among the last of hunter-gathererers.

Lodged in my thought is a split-second, moonshine-lit imprint of something that could have been too many teeth sprouting from matted black fur – or maybe it was a pattern on some weird crooked birch, misleading in the dim light.

But was I going to risk it?

In this split-second, the calculations going on behind my eyes were somehow frighteningly lucid.

Of course, it’s not worth the risk. Not for whatever nonsensical harebrained notion might have brought me here.

Next thing I knew, I was running as far as my legs would take me, in desperate distant awareness of the conspicuous noise I was inevitably making – but what alternative was there?

I would not take my chance with even stopping long enough to turn around and ascertain that I wasn’t running from thin air – that would be a hell of a hilarious death to explain, if I  turned around and then that moment, something pounced and bit off my face.

I pictured everyone talking and speculating in hindsight about whatever madness must have ridden me to come here, their hands picking through my belongings for clues and the unfair, hindsight-tinged conclusions that they might draw from this thing and that, my dreary being suddenly a promise cut short, suddenly a cautionary tale.

My eyes were glued to my feet, paranoid of tripping on a branch, stumbling on some pebble, scraping the skin of my knees upon the harsh uneven gravel, the insect riddled leaf-strewn home of decay, right in time for some stalking darkness to pounce, or for me to find in dread embarrassment that I had been running from only my shadow and the poor judgment of my own jumpy, suggestible neurons.

10. Where the Lost Pages Go

It has occurred to me that neither of us is going to carry off the full story –

Even living through these long years together, we’re probably not remembering the same things.

Even living through these same events side by side, we wouldn’t necessary take note of the same parts, or hold the same events as worth noting.

What, for me, stretched on like honey, might have been but a passing breeze for you -

You might have filled a large pot of gratitude with scattered moments that I do not even remember, that I simply took for granted as the only decent thing to do.

There might be other ‚records‘ too, the experience of us two together as witnessed by other people around us, friends and family, passing strangers, patterns noted that were present all our lives and plain to see for all, but would never have occurred to us cause we could not spot them with any of the knowledge or experience we had accrued throughout our lives.

One might imagine something like a historical biography or a collage, an account of our lives reconstructed from stray imprints, documentation paper trails, passing supermarket surveillance tapes, grainy faces in the background shots of cameras that were aimed at something else – maybe conflicted accounts, colored perspectives between which the real thing can be tantalizingly fathomed, but never quite grasped -

And how fortunate are we then, to have that elusive thing then still ostensibly, nominally present, unfolding day by day around us as we swap words in the mornings, pulling on our boots, pouring out some coffee, though we might well be the only ones in the world who might find that simple thing worth documenting.

You see, when you love something, it becomes the most interesting thing in the world.

You know, when one of us disappears, some pages of the book will be ripped out forever, indelibly consigned to oblivion.

#baby tries to art

[nighterly]

#just gonna list some of my latest comfort shows #she ra #the owl house #kipo #adventure time #atla #lok #voltron #the dragon prince #gravity falls #still gotta watch the following but ive heard theyre good #amphibia #infinity train #star vs the forces of evil #hazbin hotel #rapunzels tangled adventure #and i gotta finish these #steven universe #if u watch these hmu lets be mutuals <3

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Bully! Mitsuya Fanfic (pt.3)

Chapter III: Abidance

✿ Word Count: 3.2k

✿ Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x reader

✿ Topics covered: (Eventual) Enemies to lovers trope, Hakkai POV, Y/N POV, Mitsuya POV, tsundere-Mitsuya, bully! Mitsuya, fem. reader, minor manga spoilers, slight angst

Awakening from his slumber, he found that the woman was no longer taking up space in his bed. He heaved a sigh of relief, only to, unfortunately, see a message from an unknown number on his phone saying “Text me when you’re free ;)” Ignoring the text, he found he had a message from Hakkai and remembered that he had abandoned him to sleep with that damn woman. However, Hakkai didn’t confront him about it, but instead acted as if nothing happened.

🗨️ Hakkai: Is the party still on for today? (Sent 2:00am)

🗨️ Mitsuya: Yeah, sorry about yesterday. I wasn’t feeling my best, I should have let you know. (Sent 10:00am)

🗨️ Hakkai: No hard feelings. Ya feeling better now Taka-chan? (Sent 10:01am)

🗨️ Mitsuya: Not really, but it’ll pass. What’d you end up doing yesterday after I left? (Sent 10:02am)

Picking up on the subtle curiosity of Mitsuya’s text, it became clear to Hakkai that he did see him with you. As much as he admired Mitsuya, the anger building inside of him got the best of him. Therefore, in response, he chose a reply that he knew would get Mitsuya boiling.

🗨️ Hakkai: Caught Y/N outside of your class, had a wonderful lunch with her! She’s so nice, Taka-chan! Why are ya so mean to her? (Sent 10:04am)

Vigorous fingers typed in reply.

🗨️ Mitsuya: Why the fuck were you hanging around that slut? She’s just gonna try and get in your pants. What did she say to you? (Sent 10:04am)

🗨️ Mitsuya: Hakkai? Hello? (Sent 10:05am)

🗨️ Hakkai: Sorry Taka-chan, I’m back. She didn’t say nuthin bad, actually she was so sweet. She saw I was alone and we both had some tea together back at her place. Ended up sleeping over, I’m still here actually! (Sent 10:05am)

🗨️ Mitsuya: BACK AT HER PLACE? I told you, she’s just trying to get in your pants and you let her win! I can’t believe you let a whore like her win you over, Hakkai! Where the fuck is your brain? She probably was enjoying every minute of your sorry ass. (Sent 10:05am)

🗨️ Hakkai: Who said we slept together, Taka? (Sent 10:05am)

Silence enveloped the room.

🗨️ Mitsuya: Sorry… I just assumed that’s what you meant by sleeping over. (Sent 10:07am)

🗨️ Hakkai: Awh, it’s okie Taka, I know you were only looking out for me. (Sent 10:07am)

Absolutely, looking out for Hakkai. That’s what this was, that’s what he was doing. There couldn’t have been any other reason why he was so upset at the thought of you sleeping together. He was just being a good friend.

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┃ “Y/N!” the hoarse voice spoke to you, feeling the smooth cloth of his jacket pressed against your face as you bumped into him.

You looked up only to recognize Hakkai, kind thoughts flooding your mind, diminishing your anger stemming from your interaction with Mitsuya moments before. He grinned at you giddily, eyes relaxing any sort of tension left in your body. You slowly began to forget why you were mad and allowed yourself to indulge in his presence.

┃ “Good afternoon Hakkai! Waiting for Mitsuya?”

┃ “Mhm, you takin’ Designer 101 too, right?”

┃ “Yup! How come you aren’t taking it? You’re very fashionable, y’know?”

┃ “You’re too kind,” He giggled, his grin beginning to somehow grow wider on his cheeks as he raised his hand to pat your head.

┃ “I’m serious! Why don’t you join the class? It’s not too late, the second semester is about to start!” You eagerly pushed on, rejoicing in the positive energy he emitted.

┃ “ ‘m not really into making clothes, just showing them off...” He let out a hefty chuckle before getting cut off by you.

┃ “You don’t have to be good at making them! Some students choose to learn how to stylize different clothing and patterns, it’s all about the latest trends.”

┃ “Really?” He went silent for a few moments, smile morphing into a straight line as he contemplated your words carefully. Not to fret, as his smile quickly returned as he said: “Well then, might have to ask Taka-chan to help me sign up!”

You both shared a laugh and began to discuss the enrollment process in order for Hakkai to join the class-- if he were to drop another class, what class would he drop, or would he simply add it to his current schedule? While your conversation was nothing more than an innocent developing friendship, unbeknownst to you, Mitsuya had witnessed it all and declared it once more another betrayal. You were such a slut, flirting with anyone and everyone. Irrationality began to consume him-- instead of seeing your interaction with Hakkai for what it truly was, a genuine developing friendship, his brain refused to comprehend your behavior with other men. He never got to the level of comfortability you had with Takemichi, and he had lost the sense of ease you had with him to Hakkai and god, god did it piss him off. Unfortunately for that kohai, she was just another doll for him to play with just until he could get your attention again. Even a single drop of your attention, your attachment, it was enough to drive him for weeks just to be able to be near you again. Your kind words squeezing his heart tighter and tighter the more you spoke, your laughter ringing in his ears at a corny joke he told you during club meetings, it enveloped him into infatuation which later developed into a larger feeling. Such a large feeling over the progressing months that when he began bullying you, when your lack of presence and absences during meetings began to grow, an emptiness began to root in his heart, waiting for you to touch it once more and let it grow.

He could go on and on listing things about you-- the way he loved your sense of fashion, the way he loved your sense of humor, your compassion to helping others, your intellect that allowed you to read everyone like a book, everyone except him. Why couldn’t you see that he didn’t hate you? Oh, but that jealousy, the first time he’d admit that it was jealousy, it gripped him so tightly around his neck that it felt suffocating. Every shove, every clasp of your hand, your wrist, your chain, your chain, it made his heart shutter seeing that dead watery look in your eye, but your attention was like a drug that he just had to keep getting more of. It would never be enough to satisfy him, not until he could call you his and you would call him yours. He pitied using them, he really did, but he needed someone to satiate his needs. He was a womanizer, after all-- if one left he would just charm another into his bed. They all had high respect for Mitsuya, his intellect, his charm, his skill, and his kindness. Yet no matter how hard he tried, all those women, they were never you and they could never try and be you. He found that he no longer sought sex for his own pleasure anymore, but for your own, pretending so desperately that the one trembling out of pleasure beneath him was you. Imagining, no, fantasizing that he was making you happy and leaving you satisfied.

Upon seeing your interaction, he quickly left with his kohai for their own exchange, leaving Hakkai unfortunately confused as he waved you goodbye, patiently waiting for his friend to meet him. You were still on campus because you had taken additional extracurricular activities to build up your transcript to make up for your absences in Mitsuya’s Home-economics club. At first, you attempted to make it through the club meetings but he made every single one as unbearable as possible. The second semester, could it come any sooner? Hakkai, too focused on organizing his schedule with you previously, had failed to notice Mitsuya leaving with a woman. He waited, he waited, and he waited, coming to a good hour until he realized Mitsuya wouldn’t have left him waiting for this long without a heads up. He looked at his phone, expecting some sort of contact-- a phone call, a message, anything. All that awaited him was several unread messages from group chats and friends, none of them from Taka-chan. He sighed, placing his phone away just as he noticed your presence once more, planting a fake smile on his face to disguise his obvious disappointment. Unfortunately for him, his smile only instantly alerted you something was wrong.

┃ “Hakkai? Why are you still here, weren’t you supposed to be meeting Mitsuya?”

┃ His phony smile stood in place as tears began to fill his eyes. He croaked: “T-taka-chan left me. Do you think he’s mad at me for sumthin’, Y/N? I don’t ‘member doin’ anything.”

You instantly rushed over to comfort him, witnessing what appeared to be an intimidating giant become undone into a fragile teddy bear at the thought he had upset his best friend. Your disdain only kept growing for Mitsuya, first it was his lack of maturity during class, and now he had abandoned his best friend for whatever reason it was. Hakkai was a sweetheart, you couldn’t imagine what he may have done to upset someone. Therefore, you came to the conclusion Mitsuya had thrown a tantrum of sorts and took it out on him. It irked you, however, Mitsuya always remained respectful and loving to his best friend in addition to Yasuda-san, so you couldn’t help but raise your brow wondering what got him so upset for him to entirely ditch his friend. Pushing those thoughts aside, you placed all of your focus on bringing a smile back to Hakkai’s face, gently rubbing his back and placing your forehead against his temple as he crouched over in defeat. You desperately attempted to think of anything to cheer him up.

┃ “Ah, how about some tea?”

┃ “...Tea?”

┃ “Listen, I have absolutely no idea what you like and I want to calm you down so-”

┃ “Tea sounds good.” He said softly, a small smile returning to his face.

You escorted Hakkai comfortably back to your dorm, located on the east wing of the campus. Women and men could go to each other’s dorms, they just had gender-separated wings because it was just easier to contain the chaos if everyone was allowed to sleep with their girlfriend or boyfriend. The boys had their dormitory on the west side, thus you noticeably got some glances as you strolled with Hakkai. Mitsuya was always surrounded by Hakkai and Yasuda-san, so obviously most of your classmates were shocked to see you hanging out with his right-hand man. Were you both sleeping together? Ooh what a scandal (not). Although you didn’t mind the glanes too much, Hakkai on the other hand made sure to shoot down them all with a nasty side glare, quickly causing them to turn their cheek. It was a cute sight after all, seeing how you subconsciously had reached for his hand and began to rub gentle circles on it in order to ease him, which succeeded in doing so. Once you arrived at your dorm, you opened the door and gave him a show of jazz hands as you toured him around your dorm. Your dorm wasn’t the largest compared to his and Mitsuya’s dorm, which made him realize the privilege of not having a financially aided dorm. Your queen bed comfortably rested on the right side of the room, covered with a curtain and fairy lights on the wall behind it. Your desk was not too far away, maybe a good 15 feet across your bed, not too messy but not too neat. It was obvious you were working on something, as there were papers still out and scattered but the rest of the desk had the pens, pencils, and stapled papers sorted in a clean pile. Your pinboard was half-covered with your calendar, cluttered with small sticker reminders while the other half was your schedule, nicely decorated with washi tape sticking it to the board. Next to your bed was a wooden closet and you led him into the cramped kitchen that made him gasp, seeing how you make such a tight space so comfortable and presentable. You had a small glass coffee table in the middle, a small fridge cramped in the kitchen underneath a cupboard and next to a cabinet holding the sink on top. Next to that was a stove with a microwave on top, both color-coordinated black, contrasting the white of the room. You guided him over to the table and motioned for him to sit and he obediently did. Walking over to the countertop holding an old-school kettle, you used it to strain and brew the tea. Gleefully, you dropped a few ice cubes in his glass and carefully poured his tea and then your own, sitting across from him at the table. He took a sip of the tea you had placed in front of him, smiling not at the delightful taste but the awaiting face you had fixated, putting your hands under your chin waiting for a response.

┃ “This tea is delightful, thank you Y/N.” He said warmly and you basked in his praise.

┃ “Ah, sorry if I made you uncomfortable with the staring. I don’t… really get visitors. It’s nice to have someone over.” You replied, your face beginning to glow a light pink as your lips formed into a slight frown, embarrassed to admit how you had no friends.

┃ “Mm, I should be the one thankin’ you,” The softness in his voice made your crouched posture fix itself as you looked up to him. “You made me sum tea, opened me to your home, all ‘cuz I was sad and overthinkin’. You ain’t hafta do that, but you did anyway. I appreciate ya!” His iconic grin was now back where it belonged as his eyes glazed over you in pure adoration. You smiled in return, both returning to take a sip of your tea.

Hours passed and he was still at your house, you both gossiping and talking like old friends. You discussed your classmates, praising them and disapproving of the behavior of others. He began to confide in you about what he witnessed during his time as the second-division’s vice captain. You eagerly listened to him as he described to you his tales with his brother and his amazing sister Yuzuha, anything and everything was up for debate. At least, almost everything. Despite being the main reason he was so upset, you and Hakkai had not discussed Mitsuya’s treatment of you. He was mentioned in a few gang stories, but it seemed as if Hakkai was opting out of speaking about him out of respect for you. However, his head began to slump, implying he was tired. You grabbed your phone, which had been placed upside down on the coffee table, and looked at the time and saw it was well past midnight. You leaned over to rub Hakkai’s shoulder and you gasped when his head turned back upright, alert as if he just remembered something. Drunk on drowsiness, he began to speak:

┃ “Mmh, y’know Mitsuya used to talk about you a lot. Always went on about this pretty girl who was awfully sweet, really smart…” He trailed off, fighting off the sleep that clung desperately to his eyelids. “He never gave me a name but after club meetings when I woulds wait for him, he would tell me about his conversations. I always saw him looking at ya. What did ya do to make him so pissed off?” Although he had no malicious-intent in his questioning, it was enough to cause goosebumps all over your body.

┃ “I didn’t do anything, ‘kai. Really, nothing different happened that day. All of the sudden, the next day during his club he humiliated me in front of everyone and then made me stay after hours to yell at me even more.” You went silent for a moment, before your curiosity got the best of you and you questioned: “He used to talk about me? Are you sure?”

┃ Ignoring your question, he replied to your initial response. “You didn’t do anythin’ different at all that day?”

┃ You contemplated his question carefully, before realizing the one event that was an outlier to the rest. “I was waiting for my friend outside campus gates that day. He offered to wait with me but I insisted he didn’t, mainly because my friend had said Mitsuya wasn’t very fond of him so it was better if he didn’t see him.”

┃ “Who’s the friend?”

┃ “Hanagaki Takemichi.”

┃ The tired man in front of you took a full minute to process your sentence before bursting out and crying of laughter a few moments later. You looked at him, pure confusion coating your body as he continued to sob. Finally, after a few minutes, he wiped his eyes and sat back up, gleaming at you. “Well that’s your problem, Mitsuya fucking hates Takemichy. Probably spied on ya because he was worried, saw Takemichy, and boom-- he got jealous AHAHA!” He went back to crying of laughter, leaving you a few moments to yourself to process his words.

It was embarrassing to admit how Hakkai was half-asleep in front of you and somehow managed to put together your puzzle of confusion together months after said incident had happened, in under 20 minutes. However, you couldn’t find yourself disagreeing with his theory. Suddenly, Hakkai stopped laughing and looked up at you, all serious.

┃ “Now wait… that’s not funny! He’s been pushing ya around all the time just cuz he’s jealous of you being with other guys?! That’s fucked up! ‘M gonna beat his ass, Y/N! Just for you!”

You now began laughing, taking Hakkai’s hand in yours over the glass countertop and tapping it gently.

┃ “That won’t be necessary, ‘kai. How about we come up with a solution?”

┃ “My solution is beating his a-”

┃ “A non-physical solution.”

┃ He went silent for a few moments, looking away from you to the window to think. You could tell he thought of something when a smirk began to plaster itself on his face. “How about we test our theory?”

┃ “Elaborate.”

┃ “If that pain in my ass is done with whatever it is he’s doing, there was supposta be a party tomorrow. Not at our dorm, but our friend’s. You might have heard of him, Manjiro Sano?”

You responded with silence.

┃ “Mikey. The Invincible Mikey.”

┃ “Not ringing any bells.”

┃ “Brother of Emma Sano. Brother of Izana.”

┃ “Emma Sano is so nice!”

┃ “Captain of the Tokyo Manji Gang, Y/N.”

┃ “Oh.”

┃ “Point is, he’s having a party tomorrow. We could get some revenge, I bring you as my date~”

┃ “Won’t that make him angri-

┃ “That’s what revenge is.”

┃ “Why don’t I just talk with him?”

┃ “Has he tried talking to you?”

┃ “...no.”

┃ “I rest my case.”

Silence enveloped the room once more. It wasn’t an awkward silence, no, it was quite a comfortable silence actually as he patiently awaited your response and allowed you to process and think.

┃ “When is the party exactly?”

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✿ a.n. // First of all, thank you so much for 102 followers <3 I appreciate the support being given to me! I would like to address one thing, however, please don't rush me to write! I've gotten very kind messages of support but others have been demanding more of me and it's important to remember that I have classes, chores, a social life, and many other things happening. I love writing but rushing me makes it unenjoyable and it won't be my best work. My goal for this ongoing fanfic is to post weekly. Just a little ted-talk there, I hope everyone enjoys this chapter though! I had such a fun time writing it :)

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[izukult]

little things with denki kaminari

happy birthday to my love. latest in this series here

—whenever one of you is listening to music, you always share earbuds (or at least offer). you have a shit ton of playlists for situations (bus rides with loser, people in class won’t stfu and we have to act like we care¿?, bored asf) etc. it’s also customary for you to have at least one song rec for each other a day.

—bro this motherfucker has bit you before? how odd.

—he really, really loves to talk. so no matter how talkative or how quiet you are, you two are constantly interrupting each other and it always makes him laugh.

—denki has no idea what to do when it comes to relationships. not one thought is running through that mans head and it shows. when you two first get together, he has genuinely no idea what to say. he’s smooth and casual when he’s not thinking about it, but the second he processes the fact he’s your boyfriend and he’s supposed to be boy friendly, he’s clueless.

—he literally quotes romance movies to try to sound cool. it’s so bad. he sounds awful. it’s horrible. it’s ugly. please, kaminari, i’m begging you. be quiet. it’s kinda cute tho tbfh

—also! he gets so flustered. he would never show you but like when you send a text that’s even remotely romantic he’s done for. that one video of the girl holding her phone to her chest and kicking the bed? that’s him tbh

—after every fight, near miss, or villain encounter all he ever wants to do is spend time with you. even if you’re both just sitting there silently, it calms him down so much.

—speaking of, he freaks out really easily. and he finds so much comfort in you. and he wants to do the same for you. he has a list of things he knows make you feel better. be like that for him or ur a fucking loser

—you’re a big motivator in his training. after all the shit he’s seen, he’s got a lot of valid fear and trauma. so he doesn’t want you to ever have to go through that type of thing, even if you were training to be a hero. he wants to be able to protect you, so he pushes himself super hard to learn how to channel his electricity.

—did you know kaminari skateboards? well, he does! and he is itching to teach you. you two love to go to this little park at night, only lit by street lights and the city. his hands are on your waist as you wobble on the board and he’s laughing at you. teaches you about footing and all the terms (“i’m not gonna be dating anyone who stands goofy, you hear me?” clearly he doesn’t actually give a shit.). once you’re pretty good, he buys you a board as a gift.

—denki is a pretty chill dude. he doesn’t get offended much and when he does he’s never really angry about it. but if someone even looks at you wrong he’s laughing almost politely and flicking his wrist back and commenting some snarky insult about that person not really to them but definitely loud enough for them to hear.

—he sneaks into your room every night to fall asleep with you. you fake being annoyed when he comes in and runs his mouth for fifteen minutes, but you don’t actually care. kaminari sleeps with his head covered in pillows, so i imagine he shoves his head into your neck or back, and wraps his arm completely around you once he actually falls asleep. very cuddly dude. once you complained about how it was too hot at night because of him, and instead of letting up he bought you a 75 dollar desk top power fan and told you problem solved.

—movie nights every thursday. you tried to argue it should be saturday for months, talking about sleep schedules and responsibilities the next morning but he does not care. it’s thursday’s, you will enjoy it. srz

—he unironically wants you guys to get one of those big shirts you can both wear. every time a birthday or holiday or anniversary comes up and you ask what he wants, he tells you that shirt. he begs for you to wear one with him. one time he was sobbing over something completely irrelevant and you asked him if there was anything that would make him feel better and through tears he said “big couple shirt” and cried harder when you said no.

—he wakes you up with a shitty pickup line every single morning. sometimes he looks them up, sometimes he makes up shitty ones specific to you.

—you two have matching bracelets. you made them together one night, he bought a bunch of beads and shit and insisted that you make them. he made yours, you made his. so yea basically you walk around with a shitty yellow and black bracelet that says denki (self projecting as i literally wear that bracelet right now)

—no matter where he is, he always makes sure a spot next to him is available for you, just incase you show up. he wants you to feel included and even if he’s silent about it, he makes sure you’re always comfortable.

—he makes you recreate funny couples photos all the time. like the reaction meme looking ones. his favorite (which is also his lock screen and his profile picture) is the one with that couple making out on the fence and the girls holding the guy up lol. also loves to take really uncomfortable ones that look like posed white people family photos and you’re both just doing thumbs up and standing too far away from each other.

—y’all are so funny for real. like constantly laughing, always having fun, just so comfortable?? such a good relationship i’m ngl would die for it

—he gets a star projector and makes you stare at it with him for hours. for the first thirty minutes he aggressively shushes you if you try to say anything. loves it.

—he’s really good at balancing being a good friend / conversationalist / person to be around and being affectionate. he’s pretty good at gauging what you need when you need it. he’s such a good boyfriend yea <33

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[triplexdoublex]

Pornstar

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: rough sex, anal sex, face fucking, gagging, spit, spitting in mouth, slight bondange, golden showers, pissing in mouth, slapping across face, being filmed.

A/N: Shout out to Shawnie ( @heytheregreeneyes) for always letting me use her as my OC and being my best friend. Also Colson isn’t MGK in this, just a pornstar so his personality isn’t as cocky as he usually is. I know I’ve mentioned it before but the sex in this is loosely based off my fave porn star Small Hands AKA Aaron Thompson. Hope this was worth the wait. Lemme know what you think! “Open it, open it!” Your roommate and best friend Shawnie stood before you with a gift bag in hand, shaking it excitedly.

“My birthday’s not even until this weekend,” You laughed taking the bag from her. “You sure you don’t want me to wait? It’s only a few more days.”

“ No please, I’ve kept this a secret for long enough, it’s killing me! Just open it!” She exclaimed. “Plus your gonna need time to prepare.”

“Prepare?” 

“C’mom, just open it, open it, open it!!!” She was far too excited. You wondered what it could be that she was so eager to give you. But what you pulled out of the bag just left you with even more questions. 

“Thanks???” You said confused, holding up a sexy red lace bra and matching g- string that tied at hips. 

“That’s only part of it,” she assured you. “What’s your biggest wish?” She tried to clue you in.

“Ummm paying off all my student debt?” You answered still puzzled. “Did you get me a job as a stripper?” You laughed.

“Okay, maybe ‘wish’ was the wrong word to use … hmmm—oh biggest fantasy!” She corrected herself. 

“Oh to fuck my favorite porn star Huge Hands, AKA Colson Baker. You know that — wait … no, no way!”  You exclaimed as your friend started frantically nodding her head yes. “Shut up!!! What? You’re kidding. Like how?”

“Look in the bag . There’s more!” 

You reached into the bag and pulled out a pass of some kind and read it aloud. “Huge Hands/Colson Baker : Exclusive Access, Porn Star for a Day pass” 

“They were super limited, I have no clue how I managed to snag one, but I’m so happy I did! The look on your face right now is priceless!” Shawnie laughed. “It’s probably because you’re the only one I know who’s  crazy enough to actually go through with this.”

“I-I don’t even know what to say. I have no words… thank you.” You expressed your gratitude, still in shock. “I’m really about to have the best sex of my life this weekend! On my birthday yet! Have you seen his fucking cock, it’s huuuge!”

“Yes, many times,” Shawnie chuckled , entertained by how pumped you are. “Or did you forget about all the links of his umm ‘work’ you’ve sent me?” Shawnie wasn’t big on porn herself but she was always willing to take an interest in your latest obsessions, no matter what they were. That’s what you loved most about her. “Turn it over, it tells you more about what’s included on the back.”

You did as she suggested, turning the pass over to read more. “Half hour zoom call day before to privately discuss details, and needs/wants of scene; hair and make up; up to one hour of shooting time; and keepsake autographed DVD recording,” you listed off. “You know I’m gonna watch that everyday for the rest of my life, right?” 

“I’m assuming you’re gonna make me watch it at least once too, knowing you,” Shawnie laughed. 

“Yeah probably,” you laughed as well. “ I got no shame!”

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You’re stomach was in knots as you waited for the zoom call to begin; you’d never felt so excited and  nervous at the same time. Shawnie was there with you sitting just out of frame, when the ‘bloop’ of the call came through your computer's speakers. 

“Hi, Y/N?” Colson questioned.

“Yeah, hi. That’s me!” You did a timid little wave.

“Ok good, just wanted to make sure I got the right person before we get started here. Imagine that … Awkward!,” he laughed, and you instantly began to relax; you could tell he was going to be easy to talk to. “Well, obviously you know what I do , but I’d love to hear a little about you. Says here on your forms you’re a college student?”

“Wait, what forms?” You asked.

“The ones you filled out online with your info and kinks and things you wanted to include in our video when you purchased the Pornstar for a day package,” he answers slightly confused. 

“Ohhh, my friend bought me this for my birthday, she must have filled them out.” You responded. “She’s right here. Say hi Shawnie!”

“Hi!” She giggled leaning into frame. 

“Hello. Wow this must be some “friendship” he joked making air quotes. “Because this is a very detailed list. You gotta hear this.” He smirks. “Written in the section about what you hope to include in our scene says— and  I quote: I want Huge Hands/ Colson to absolutely destroy me. I want him to fuck my throat, my pussy and my ass. I want him to slap me around, and spit and piss in my mouth, and anything else he wants to do to me, I’m all for it.”  He choked out a laugh pulling dramatically at the collar of his shirt “Whew, I’m the pornstar here and that’s even got me blushing!”

“Oh my God, Shawnie!” You covered your beet red face.

“What!?, did I lie?” She laughed.

“I mean no, but still. Damn, to hear it out loud like that.” Your eyes bulged. 

“So it’s true then?” Colson asked slyly.

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” you hid your smile behind your hand, shaking your head in embarrassed disbelief.

“Aye,  no need to be embarrassed, we’re gonna have fun tomorrow, I can tell,” he smiled. “I’m especially excited that your interested in Anal. It’s kinda my favorite. I’m assuming you’ve done it before?” 

“Yeah,” you answered simply.

“Do you enjoy it?” He asked.

“Tell him what your ex said!”  Shawnie blurted out. 

“Oh, boy. I gotta hear this,” he chuckled. “What’d the ex say?”

You inhaled deeply before speaking, “I do enjoy it, probably more than regular sex, if I’m being honest,” you admitted. There was no use trying to be coy now. “Uhhh he actually said I could be a pornstar since I can take a hard anal pounding so well.” 

“Nice!” He exclaimed. “Girl, after my own heart.”

“Jesus Christ, this conversation has me sweating already,” you chuckled standing up to pull your cardigan off. 

“Is that a little tattoo I saw there, peaking out of the top of your jeans?” He asked. 

“Yeah, you wanna see?” You unzipped your jeans without waiting for a response and lowered the top of your underwear just enough to show him. 

“ The Playboy bunny, huh? How fitting,” he teased.

“What can I say, it was my first tattoo,” you giggled “Seemed like that’s what everyone was getting at the time.”

“What else you got going on down there?” He lifted his head as if trying to see more. “Is that a landing strip?” He asked referring to the thin dark stripe of short curls just  barely visible above the band of your lowered underwear. “Can I see?” 

“Yeah, sure,” you lowered them further exposing yourself, your inhibition long gone at that point. “This is just how I normally like to groom. I can shave it completely if you prefer?” 

“Nah, it’s perfect,” he smiled. “Well, I think I have a pretty good idea now of what you like and what we’ll be getting ourselves into tomorrow. Do you have any questions or anything else you want me to know, before we end the call?” 

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Shawnie pretty much laid it all out on those forms,” you laughed. 

“That she did!” He produced a chuckle as well. “I meant to ask earlier, but, since she knows so much about your kinks and what not, have you two ever —“

“ No, just best friends, I tend to overshare, I guess.” 

“Yeah it amazes me sometimes, the things women  share with their friends, but yet guys are always the ones who are known to kiss and tell and brag about their conquests. Females can be just as bad, y’all just keep it on the low a little better,” he stated. “Well, I look forward to working with you tomorrow. Take care, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait!” You responded. “Bye.”

“Bye,”

You felt oddly comforted and at ease after the call, no longer a ball of nerves or embarrassment. He made you feel like there was no shame in enjoying the things you did. He was very professional despite the nature of the call; it didn’t feel sleezy or overly salacious; just two consenting adults having a mature conversation about their sexual desires. 

*************************

When you walked out of hair and make-up and onto set, you saw Colson waiting for you on a red leather couch. He was clad in only black dress pants; shirtless — his tattoos on full display. He smiled seductively when he saw you, beckoning you over with a pat to his thighs. You undid your silk robe they had given you and let it slip from your shoulders to the floor, revealing the red lacy set Shawnie had bought you, as you made your way over to him. You suddenly became very aware of all the cameras and other people in the room, as you sat on his lap. Somehow it has slipped your mind that they were all a part of what went into this.

“You get used to it,” he said softly , remembering the way he felt his first time in front of the cameras. “Just pretend they’re not even there— only me and you, okay?” He said brushing a finger along your thigh. “Unless, Shawnie forgot to mention you’re an exhibitionist too, then by all means enjoy them watching us fuck,” he joked, making you laugh. “Don’t forget, if you need me to stop at anytime for any reason, just give me three quick taps,” he demonstrated, tapping your thigh. “Don’t worry about the filming, they can always edit and piece things back together if needed. This is all for you and I want you to enjoy yourself. Oh and happy birthday by the way! It’s today right?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Thank you.”

“Ok, so we’ll just start the scene with some kissing and light touches, and when I feel you’re ready I’ll signal the camera man, he’ll call action, and then we'll be recording.”

“Sounds good,” you nodded your head. He had made you feel so comfortable and relaxed the last bit of nervousness you chalked up to just being slightly star struck; You never thought in a million years you’d get this opportunity.

“Ready?,” he pressed his forehead to yours, staring directly into your eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up into the most alluring devilish grin. 

“Ready,” you echoed back, biting your lip trying to suppress a needy whine. God you were always such a sucker for his killer eye contact in his films, and now you were the one his eyes were soul fucking. You’re heart pounded with excited anticipation as Colson’s face drew nearer to your own. He lightly held your chin as he pressed his lips to yours, parting them to introduce his tongue. It was a welcome greeting, cut short by the breathy “oh fuck ” that involuntarily slipped from your lips.

“”You good?” He laughed softly, a small puff of air the only thing separating your mouths; your foreheads still touching. 

“More...than good,” you spoke in a short choppy sentence trying to compose yourself. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked against your lips, continuing to kiss you. 

You melted into his kisses— slow and gentle at first,  increasing in intensity as he carried on. When he nipped at your bottom lip with a low groan, you lost all innocence, shifting positions to straddle his lap. You gripped the back of his head, as he kissed you and rolled your hips against him, demanding more. And that’s when he knew … that you were ready.  He quickly signaled to the cameraman with a thumbs up, and “Action” was called. 

His hand slipped down from your chin, settling on the highest part of your neck just under your jaw, his fingers squeezing at your pulse points on either side. Roughly he turned your head to the side with a push of his thumb and his mouth began mauling your neck with an appetite for lust, leaving blooming raspberry patches along the descending path of flesh that lead to your breasts. With one hand he expertly undid the front clasp of your red lace bra and took in the sight of you.

 “Perfect,” he whispered into your flesh with a growl, taking one breast  in each hand as he licked between them, keeping his eyes locked on yours. You slid the silky straps of your lingerie over your shoulders, letting it fall, as he took turns going back and forth between each breast treating each of your nipples to light suction and a pleasurable nibble. You let out a moan at his actions and again rolled your hips in his lap, pressing yourself against the hardening bulge inside his dress pants. “Needy are we?” He teased swiftly  spinning you around so your back was to his chest. He dug his chin into your shoulder peering over it as he snatched up the crotch of your panties roughly, tugging the material up between your lips . You canted your hips up chasing after the friction of the coarse fabric against your clit. “You like that, huh?” He pulled them harsher. 

“Mmmm, yes” you squeaked out, nodding your head.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he growled nipping at your neck. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he shoved the material to the side exposing you, letting his fingers explore your folds as he pleased. “You want my cock right in here huh?” His voice was so gravelly and low as he slipped a finger inside you, only to quickly pull it back out, teasing you. “Taste yourself,” he brought the finger to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, as he slid it further into your mouth, his long fingers slipping down the back of your throat. “Oh, god, yes!” He exclaimed impressed by how you didn’t even gag. “Tell ya what—“ he paused to add a second finger to your mouth, continuing to talk as you sucked “If you can suck my dick as good as that—“   he then pulled them back out of your mouth. “I might just have to fuck you right in here too,” he shoved his spit slicked fingers into your ass.

“Yes, fuck, please!” You whined, wiggling your hips, wanting his fingers deeper.  

“You like that? Huh. You dirty little anal whore!” He grabbed your neck with his free hand, keeping you pinned back against him, the fingers of his other hand still moving inside you.

“Yes, yes! I am,” you strained to speak. “Please, please fuck my ass!” You whined impatiently with pleasure. You never heard yourself sound so needy and desperate in your life.

“You sound you pretty when you beg, but you're gonna have to earn it first,” he demanded pulling out his fingers,  leaving you feeling empty. Quickly, you dropped to your knees in front of the couch as Colson got up standing before you. You waited impatiently while Colson unbuckled his belt above you. Once undone he yanked the belt free from the loops with a satisfying ‘whoosh’ that made you pulse between your thighs. You desperately clawed his pants and boxers  down his legs like a feral cat in heat as Colson brought the tip to your mouth, still holding onto his belt in the other. “Open!,” he demanded. “Goooood,” he growled in praise as you did what you were told. You reached up to grab it but ,“no hands!” he smacked them away, and then secured them behind your back with his belt. “Let’s try this again, open!” He spoke harshly. You obliged, opening wide. “Tongue” he barked.  You let it hang from your mouth with anticipation; eager breaths rolling down it like a panting dog eyeing a steak. He teased you, slapping his cock against your tongue before shoving it fully into your mouth. Your eyes prickled with tears as you fought your gag reflex, taking him down your throat. He held your head in place with one hand , the tip of your nose pressed flush against the coarse hair of his pelvis, as he hunched his body forward over yours untying the sides of your G-string. It slipped from your body leaving you completely nude. Colson smacked your ass, then gripped it harshly, making it jiggle for him before finally standing straight up and pulling his hips back to let you come up for air. 

“Huuuuuuhhhh,” you inhaled sharply gasping for breath, letting oxygen penetrate deep into your lungs before Colson stuffed your mouth again. Mascara ran down your hollowed out cheeks as you sucked. You started pulling back out of instinct when you began to gag but Colson held you in place. 

“No, keep it in your mouth,” he instructed condescendingly, looking down at you. “Just a little longer” he promised. You tried your best, Colson letting out a throaty moan every time your raw, used throat constricted around him as he fucked into it. “Mmmgghh,” he groaned, pulling out of your mouth “Goooood girl,” he praised with a smirk, before bending down to give you a sloppy kiss, swapping mouthfuls of saliva. Just as he pulled away he let a long string of collected spit slip from his pursed lips and into your open mouth, where you eagerly accepted it, moaning as you swallowed it down. 

 You let out a breathy “awhhh” as you opened your mouth again, wiggling your tongue enticingly. 

“Such a dirty, fucking whore,” he bent down again and spat directly in your face. He smeared it all over your face with his hand before grabbing you by the neck, pulling you to your feet. “Turn around,” he ordered. You did as he said and Colson undid his belt from around your wrists. Before you even had a chance to soothe your sore wrists with a rub, Colson spun you around and pushed you down onto your back on the couch, your ass teetering on the edge of the red leather cushion. “Spread yourself for me,” he instructed, as he pumped himself. Again you did as you were told; you pulled your legs up, wrapping an arm around each thigh, holding them back as you parted your opening with your fingers.  “God, you’re so fucking wet.” He teased the head of his cock through the glistening mess on display for him. 

“Fuck me,” you said in an inpatient huff, staring into his eyes. 

“Awhhh, yessss,” he groaned out, slack jawed as he sank into you

“Ohhh, shit,” you screamed out , face twisted in pleasure, your eyes slipping shut, at the feeling of him burying himself deep in your cunt.

“Open your eyes. Look at me!” He spoke harshly, cupping your face in his hands as he thrust. You opened your eyes, trying to focus on his, but your vision was  spotted by the intensity of it all. “Feel good?” He pressed his forehead to yours just as he’d done earlier , starring directly into the windows to your soul as he fucked you. You nodded the best you could, but that wasn’t good enough for him. “Words, I want words. Say yes!”

“Yes.. yes,” you responded breathily, biting at your lip.

“Yeah, Mmmghhh, that’s it. Fuck, I like it when you use your words”  he moaned , shifting himself to be more upright. He then spit on the tips of his fingers and brought them to your clit and began rubbing it furiously, his cock still destroying you.

“OH Fuck!” You cried out, wiggling and bucking your hips. 

“You gonna fucking stay still? He roughly grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks. You nodded your head, trying your best to calm your body’s erratic, pleasure driven movements as he thrust. “Words!” He spat, his hand letting go of your face only to connect it to your cheek again with a quick, yet harsh slap.

“Shit! ...Yes!” You corrected yourself once again, Your body was  loving how aggressive he was getting the longer he fucked you and he could tell;  spitting at and striking your face again.

“Turn over!”  He ordered, abruptly pulling out. “Hands on the back of the couch.” He roughly assisted you in turning around , and you placed your hands where instructed. You arched your back and pushed your ass out waiting for him to re enter you from the new position. “This is where you really want it, huh?” He teased his cock over your asshole. 

“Yes!,” you remembered to use your words this time.

“You’re a dirty little fucking anal whore, aren’t you? He asked, he question sounding a lot more like a statement. “Let me hear you said it.” He applied pressure to your hole with the tip, as he yanked back a fist full of your hair.

“I’m a dirty little fucking anal whore!,” you repeated desperately pushing back against him.

“Mmmghh!, That you are!” He confirmed with a groan, snapping hips hips forward, quickly entering you. 

“Uhhhhh, Oh my God!” You exclaimed at the feeling. You never fully understood why you enjoyed anal as much as you did, perhaps it was the pleasurable fullness, the taboo aspect, the fact that you were one of the few woman who were into it, or the way so many men were obsessed with it , and the look on their face when they found out you were more than willing to take it up the ass, but you absolutely loved it, and this time was no different. Every jack hammered thrust brought you closer and closer to the edge, especially when Colson reached around to between your legs adding the friction of his fingers to your clit. The sensation of your ass being stuffed combined with his  touch was the perfect recipe for orgasm and you felt it building every time his cock slid in and out. 

“Yeah, cum for me,” he could feel you tightening around him. His words perfectly in sync with the  jolt of pleasure boiling over in your abdomen and ripping through you with vast intensity. A series of explitives and sounds you’ve never heard yourself make, flew from you lips as your body went boneless under Colson. He quickly pulled out, turned you back over and came across your face with a few pumps of his hand. He collapsed to the side of you briefly, before tugging you off the couch and onto your knees. “I’m not done with you just yet,” he spoke out of breath taking his softening dick in his hand. Your eyes lit up, you knew what he was referring too— the only thing on your list of wants he hadn’t included yet. “Say ahhh!”

“Ahhh,” you echoed the request, letting his golden stream fill your mouth, splash off your tongue and dribble down your chin and body. You giggled, piss spilling from your smile as you looked up at him, all your fantasies now fulfilled. 

“Annnd cut!” Called the director. A few stage hands scrambled to bring you both a towel and small refreshments. “Almost done, just gonna get you guys a little cleaned up, rehydrated, let you catch your breath a bit, and then film the little quick, post scene interview. 

“Ok,” you both answered.

Colson tossed his towel over his shoulders and reached out his hand to you “You, good?” He asked with a faint laugh , watching your hand shake as you drank your water.

“Yeah,” you answered letting him pull you up onto the couch. 

“You were amazing,” he said, rubbing your back. He knew the come down from the adrenal rush of scenes could be taxing, especially from rough ones . “You —“

“Ready,” the director interrupted, cutting him short, and immediately pressing record. “So how was it?” the director focused the camera on you first. 

“Oh my god.. mind blowing,” you answered , still out of breath, adjusting your towel. 

“And you?” The director turned the camera to Colson.

“ Absolutely amazing. She was a natural. I’d love to work with her again.”

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Ma Petite Chérie: Babymoon (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

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Summary: Harry and Y/N go on their babymoon.

Warnings: pregnancy, smut, fluff

Word Count: 6.4k

Author’s Note: Hello! I wrote this in order to cross off a few requests. I promised Harry and Y/N would have a baby of their own, plus I get asks all of the time to write pregnancy sex - specifically awkward, giggly pregnancy sex. I also got one about Harry getting a love boner, so here is my attempt at shoving all of that down your throat at once. Try not to choke :-)  I also just reallllllly love Harry, Y/N, and Tallulah, so I wanted to give them some more love. Also made this one pornstache!Harry, so, there’s that. And one last thing...I know the verb tense is way off in this but I could not be arsed to edit it so plz don’t drag me. I hope everyone enjoys! Take care and TPWK.

“Oh my god,” Y/N huffed as she collapsed on the plush sofa in the living room of the cottage.

“It feels so fucking good out here by the water.”

“Breeze is nice, innit?” Harry replied as he rummaged through the kitchen cabinets to check out how well the place he’d rented for the week was stocked.

“Beats going t’ France at the end of June. Think I’m kinda gettin’ tired of Paris t’ be honest.”

“That is quite possibly the snobbiest thing I’ve ever heard you say, Mr. Styles,” she said with a laugh as she began to flip through the tourist brochures that were left on the coffee table.

Not that they’d be partaking in any of it, no. Their plan was to hole up in the quaint, Scottish cottage that sat right on the coast of the North Sea for the whole week, not even planning on changing out of their pajamas.

It was their babymoon after all - a time of peace and tranquility before the arrival of their first child together.

Harry hummed and he made his way from the kitchen to where Y/N was seated on the couch. He stood behind her, knees knocking against the back of the sofa as he crouched down and wrapped his arms around her very large, very swollen belly.

“If I recall correctly, Mrs. Styles, I sat my injured arse in a stiff train seat to Edinburgh for five hours because someone was too scared to fly even though they were cleared to do so by three separate doctors.”

“’M not Mrs. Styles for another year and a half,” Y/N muttered under her breath, albeit not trying to keep Harry from hearing it in the slightest.

Harry snickered into her neck, then playfully nipped her earlobe with his teeth as he whispered.

“Not my fault yeh got knocked up and we had t’ push the wedding.”

“It is very much your fault, Harry,” Y/N swatted at his face, fingers first brushing his jawline that was covered in a rough stubble and then just barely tracing the full-blown mustache that sat like a caterpillar above his bright pink top lip.

Harry smirked down at her, nostrils flaring wide and lips disappearing inside of his mouth.

“How’s your rib?” Y/N asked suddenly.

“Good. Why?” Harry’s brows quickly furrowed together in confusion as to why she was asking about his injury.

“Might have to ride that later if you’ve got the lungs for it,” she tapped her index and middle fingers along her philtrum, right where Harry’s mustache sat on his own face.

Her blunt lewdness had Harry’s cock immediately growing stiff in his pants. It had been a while. His injury coupled with her being in the last trimester of her pregnancy had left them both feeling unsatisfied for the past several weeks. Maybe this babymoon would prove to be relaxing not only because Harry and Y/N get to spend a week without a rambunctious almost six-year-old screaming at all hours of the day, but for other reasons too.

“Think I’d actually drop dead from happiness if yeh sat on m’ face right now, lovie. But, before yeh get too comfortable with that idea, we need t’ head into town. Kitchen’s only got the necessities, and I doubt yeh want t’ eat homemade bread for a week.”

“I’m sure you’d love to eat homemade bread for a week,” Y/N jested, poking fun at Harry’s latest obsession with the carb-filled food.

“Remind me again why I put up with you?” Harry toyed as he extended his arms out towards Y/N to use as leverage to help her hoist herself up from the couch.

When she regains her balance, she lifts herself up just slightly to press a quick kiss to Harry’s lips that he happily accepts. Y/N hums and jokingly checks the imaginary watch that sits on her wrist.

“How much time do you have? That list is pretty long.”

//

The trip to one of the only supermarkets in the small part of Edinburgh that they were staying in had proved to be rather tiring, because Harry opted to use store-bought pasta instead of making his own - something he never does. Maybe it was his healing rib causing him to be short-winded, but he simply could not bring himself to hand-make the pasta they chose to have for dinner that night. He bitched about it all night, about how it wasn’t as chewy as it should be and how it would have tasted much better if he would have just made it himself, but it still didn’t deter him from helping himself to a second serving.

He claimed it was because while he did use pre-cooked pasta, he didn’t use sauce from a jar and made his own from fresh tomatoes and that was the appeal. Y/N just thinks Harry likes to complain and listen to himself talk.

After dinner, just as the sun was setting and Harry and Y/N were waiting for their pasta to digest before they dove into the box of fresh pastries from a bakery they found along the way, they decided to take a walk around the property. The renovated, stone cottage that was overgrown with vines and leaves sat along a short cliffside that overlooked the North Sea. It was a short walk down the cliff that brought them to the beach, where mist from the ocean whisped around their legs and ankles like a thin veil of smoke. While it was the middle of summer, Scotland’s persistent rain showers and their proximity to the water never made it too hot to bear.

“Lulah would love it out here. We’ll have to bring her when the baby’s older.”

“She realIy would,” Harry agreed as he wrapped his sweater further around his chest.

“Know yeh didn’t give birth t’ her, but I swear you two are just alike sometimes. Absolutely hates bein’ hot and gettin’ sweaty just like you.”

Y/N smiled softly and knowingly at Harry before reaching into the pocket of the patchwork sweater of Harry’s that she’d stolen for their stroll on the beach for her phone.

“I’m gonna call her.”

She picked up on the third ring, Y/N’s phone screen then illuminated with a live image of a gap-toothed Tallulah. Well, it’s Mitch’s phone, but she’d been waiting for this promised FaceTime call all day so of course she’s quick to answer.

“Mummy!”

Both Y/N’s and Harry’s heart swelled in their chest when they heard Tallulah speak. It had been several months since she’d decided to start referring to Y/N as her mother, but neither of them had grown used to it just yet. Y/N felt a sense of achievement in “earning” the title of being Tallulah’s mum after all of the years she’d spent with her, and Harry felt a sense of resolution. His family was a real family now, and not just a patchwork of awkward relationships and trust issues. Y/N was Tallulah’s mum and she was now seven months pregnant with their own child and they’d be married by the end of next year. He was actually there to see his child grow this time, they weren’t a secret kept from him out of spite. He’d be there for all of it, even the gross and bloody and goopy bits. And he’d never felt more complete.

“Hi, baby,” Y/N beamed from ear to ear.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re walking on the beach,” Y/N answered.

“Want to see it?”

The five-year-old (five and three-quarters if you asked Tallulah herself) nodded quickly, and Y/N then flipped the camera around to show her the view of the water. Y/N pointed out their cottage from where they stood in the sand, turning the camera to Harry briefly as he held up a peace sign so Tallulah could see that her dad was also on the beach with her. She told her all about the train ride there and how Harry almost slipped and broke his face when was carrying his and Y/N’s luggage into the cottage.

Harry listened to his two little loves talk back and forth with the biggest smile on his face as he absent-mindedly scoured the beach for rocks he could skip along the water. He noticed whenever Tallulah said something that Y/N thought was funny, she had to cup her bump with her hand and forearm to keep it from shaking her entire body. She told him she hated laughing now, because it made her look like Santa Claus, but Harry thought she couldn’t look more beautiful.

“That’s so pretty! Can we all go when the baby is here?” Tallulah asked, puckering into a pout as she begged.

“I think that’s a great idea, Lulah. We were just talking about that, weren’t we, Harry?”

Harry perked up from where he had been washing a sandy shell off in the ocean and suddenly appeared in view of the camera and took the phone from Y/N. 

“Hmm?” he asked as he studied Tallulah’s appearance.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Mitch to watch his baby girl while he went away for a week with his other baby girl, it was that him and Sarah voluntarily asked to babysit Tallulah and that’s what made him so apprehensive to accept their offer. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary about a sleepover at Uncle Mitch and Aunt Sarah’s every now and then, but to want to watch his daughter for an entire week certainly was. Harry felt like Mitch was plotting against him and that he’d come back to Tallulah with bright blue hair and bangs or she’d be sporting the world’s worst potty mouth when she came home, but so far that didn’t seem to be the case. 

She was wearing Harry’s “Dream Boat” shirt that she’d claimed as her own a few years back when Y/N had taught her to wear her father’s clothes when she missed him because the smell would remind her of him (he had to steal it back and sleep in it a few times every now and then to keep his scent on it), and her long, brown hair was damp and neatly braided into two plaits and hanging off her shoulders. That had to have been Sarah’s doing, because Harry knew Mitch could barely put his own hair into a ponytail without creating several lumps and redoing it eighteen times before it looked presentable - meaning he certainly wouldn’t have been able to make a five-year-old sit still long enough to braid her hair perfectly. 

She looked fine, though. Happy, healthy, certainly didn’t have blue hair or bangs and hadn’t said a single naughty thing since she’d been on the phone with Y/N.

“Lulah wants us to come back here after the baby’s born and take her with us,” Y/N beamed.

“I think we can work that out. Sounds quite lovely, actually,” Harry concurred.

“Yeh bein’ good for Mitch and Sarah?”

“Mhmm,” Tallulah nodded.

“We had pizza for dinner.”

“That sounds yummy,” Harry enthused, trying to let his daughter know he had his full attention.

“It was bery good,” she sighed.

There was a long pause before Tallulah blurted out suddenly in the most serious tone, “When are you gonna shave the rest of your mustache? Mitchy was making fun of you today.”

Harry was caught between a gasp and a laugh, which resulted in him choking on his own spit. Y/N turned on her heels in the sand to look at him with wide eyes. 

“You okay?” Y/N mouthed quietly to Harry, completely oblivious to everything that had happened in the last thirty seconds.

Harry nodded, wiping the involuntary tears from his eyes as he coughed himself back to life and regained his composure.

“What exactly did Uncle Mitch say about my mustache?” he prodded.

Tallulah shrugged, subconsciously wiggling her loose bottom tooth with her tongue.

“Don’t ‘member. Just that you look weird with it.”

“Well that’s not a very nice thing t’ say, is it?”

“Mummy said you look weird, too,” Tallulah spouted without hesitation.

Her comment left Y/N’s mouth agape, covering her smile with her palm as Harry’s raised eyebrows feigned offense in her direction.

“She did?” Harry asked sarcastically, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Yeah,” Tallulah sighed as if it was exhausting having to tell your own father that his facial hair looks off-putting.

“I think you should shave it, too. It’s scratchy when you kiss me goodnight.”

All Harry could offer in return was stunned laughter while Y/N hid her face in Harry’s peck. Her bump pressed lightly into his and even though he was pretending to be mad at her, he wouldn’t dare think about pushing her off of him - not while she was this warm and cozy against his chest. 

“Well, if mummy really hates it I suppose I’ll get rid of it. But,” Harry pauses and pulls Y/N out from where she had burrowed her face into his sweater.

“I think I might know a trick that’ll convince her t’ let me keep i-”

“Enough!” Y/N exclaimed, clamping both of her hands around Harry’s mouth.

Harry chuckled against her palm and poked his tongue through his lips to lick her fingers, which sent her hands flying back down to her leggings so she could wipe them dry.

“I swear to god, Harry. You’re five years old,” she joked with a disgusted expression on her face, to which Tallulah had something to say to that. 

“No, I’m five years old!”

The two adults laughed in unison.

“Alright, Lulah. We’re gonna go inside now. ‘S gettin’ kinda cold out,” Harry said.

“We’ll call you tomorrow before bed. Alright, lovebug?” Y/N added.

“Okay,” Tallulah huffed.

“We love you, Lulah,” Harry spoke softly into the microphone.

“Love you, too...Daddy wait!”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Give the baby kisses for me. And no bikes!”

Harry wanted to laugh, but he also wanted to cry, so he settled on a closed-mouthed smile that was enough to convince Tallulah that he was unbothered by what she said.

“Kisses for the baby and no bikes. Got it,” he nodded.

“Okay, I’m gonna go eat some sweets with Sarah!” the child yelled, suddenly energetic like she had temporarily forgotten that her and Sarah had baked cookies twenty minutes before Y/N called.

“Alright, but it’s almost bed time so not too m-!” was all Harry could answer to before his daughter ended the call and presumably raced to where ever Sarah was in their house. 

“‘S like she doesn’t even miss us,” Harry mumbled as he placed Y/N’s phone in his back pocket and began walking back up to the cottage with his arm wrapped around Y/N’s shoulder. 

Y/N hummed, basking in the warmth that radiated from Harry’s chest as he held her.

“They’re just buttering her up. She’ll be crying to leave by the time we get back.”

“Just don’t really know why they were so keen on keepin’ her t’ be honest.”

Harry positioned himself one step behind her as they walked up the stone steps together, keeping one hand on the small of her back. Y/N peered over her shoulder at him, her tight lips curling up into a smirk as if to say she knew something he didn’t.

“What?” Harry asked.

Y/N shrugged, “Promised I wouldn’t tell.”

Harry clearly didn’t like that answer, because he moved his hand that was supporting her waist and quickly pinched her bum.

“Tell me,” he demanded, eyebrows scrunched together and lips pursed together in what could be considered a childish pout that mimicked Tallulah’s.

Y/N sucked her lips into her mouth, contemplating whether or not she should spill the beans on the news Sarah had shared with her a few weeks prior.

“They’re gonna start trying for a baby soon,” she whispered as if were a long-kept secret told in a room full of nosey people despite the two of them being alone on the otherwise desolate beach.

Harry’s ears perked up, a wide smile adorning his face from ear to ear.

“No fucking way,” he mumbled, and suddenly all of Mitch’s incessant hammering of baby questions he’d sent Harry’s way in the past few months suddenly making a lot of sense.

Harry thought he was trying to be a good friend and stay engaged in Y/N’s pregnancy, but now he understands the real reason behind his behavior.

Y/N nodded deviously as they make their way into the living room of the cottage.

“They’ve been asking everyone they know with kids to let them come over just to see if they can handle it. I mean, if you ask me, I think they’ll do great. Nothing wrong with trying it before buying it, I guess,” she said with a shrug.

“God, he’s gonna be such a good dad,” Harry was practically beaming for his closest friend.

“I know,” Y/N agreed, walking over to Harry to hold both sides of his head in her hands as if he was a disobedient puppy being disciplined.

Her bump prevented her from getting too close to Harry’s chest, the roundest part of her belly nudging Harry’s tummy.

“They’re both very excited. Which is why, when he finally decides to tell you, you have to act surprised. Act like he told you you just won the lottery or something. Alright?”

Harry sarcastically changed his facial expression to mock bewilderment. His eyebrows rose well off into his forehead and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor as he gasped.

“How’s that? Think he’ll buy it?”

Y/N jokingly jabbed him in the shoulder.

“Smartass. I’m going to take a shower. I’m sticky and I smell like the ocean.”

“Guess I gotta keep workin’ on it, then.”

When he’s done cleaning up what was left of their dinner, he heads to the master bedroom with the intention of washing up in the shower after Y/N. He’s messing around with the A/C unit on the window to make sure it’s not set to a temperature that will smother them in their sleep and unpacking their luggage into the wooden dresser, where an antique turntable rests.

Stacked long the side of the record player, there was a handful of old vinyl, most of which Harry either recognized or new very well. He was actually shocked to find a Shuggie Otis album in the collection, to which he quickly slipped the record out of the worn sleeve and set the needle to the edge and waited for the soft sound to fill the room while he worked. 

“That thing works?” Y/N’s voice broke up the old 70s tune as she exited the bathroom with her hair tied up with one of Harry’s scrunchies that she stole out of his toiletry bag, wrapped in only a towel that barely fit around her form.

“I know,” Harry agreed, “Needs a new needle but other than that ‘s in pretty good shape.”

“Leave it to you to find a rental with 70s records in the bedroom,” there was a lighthearted tone in her voice as Y/N poked fun at him.

She padded over to her luggage in the corner of the room for a change of clothes, only to realize Harry had unpacked it all for them. As she’s rummaging through the drawers trying to figure out where Harry had put what, she lets her towel drop to the floor freely.

Harry doesn’t know how must time has passed, but he knows he’s staring. He’s staring at the water droplets that drip from the stray hairs on the nape of her neck and run down her bare back. He’s staring at the swell of her stomach where their baby lies, at the faded, almost-shiny stretch marks on the sides and the newer, darker ones on the underside that had only recently broken through. He’s staring at the bracelet on her wrist, the one that’s braided pink and blue with three beads on it - one ‘H’, one ‘T’ and one heart. Tallulah made it for her at school one day and told her the heart was for the baby and also because she loved her. It was hanging on by its last few threads, threatening to snap as each day passed, but she refused to take it off.

All he does know is that he loves her so much that he thinks none of this is real and that he’ll wake up one day and be in his early twenties again with no direction in life and the insidious feeling that he’ll die alone without ever finding his “person.” It’s when Y/N called out to him and snapped him out of his thoughts that he’s realized his underwear are suddenly feeling incredibly tight.

“Har,” Y/N beckoned him away from whatever had been occupying his brain.

“Hmm?” 

He resituated himself on the bed and crossed his legs in an attempt to hide himself from her.

“I said the hot water in there’s kinda shit, so you’ll probably want to wait a little bit before you get in.”

“‘S alright,” Harry dismisses, “Come ‘ere.”

He draws her towards him with an outstretched hand, navigating her around the bedpost and over to the side where he had been sitting. With the gentlest of touches, he runs his fingers over her bare legs. The coolness of his rings don’t make well with her skin that was still extremely warm from her shower, causing hundreds of tiny goosebumps to erupt around her thighs. Harry raises her shirt, one of his that she stole when her own clothes became too uncomfortable, but even now she’s nearly stretching this one to its limit, and rests it on top of her bump.

She doesn’t question him, doesn’t chastise him. She lets him love on her, lets him press kisses to her skin just above her belly button (making sure to give an extra one from Tallulah per her request) and rest his cheek against her stomach while his other hand feels around on the other side in hopes to feel the baby move or kick or do something to let him know that they’re there. Lucky for Harry, baby knows when their dad is around and is quick to make themselves known, so he takes a second to savor these last few moment he’ll have with his newest bub before they’re earth-side in a little less than two months.

Y/N lets him be because she knows how important this is to Harry. She knows that he never got these moments with Tallulah and that it’s one of the things that plagued him during those nights where he feels lonely despite her being asleep right next to him. He never got to feel her kick in her mum’s tummy and he didn’t get to see her grow from the size of a pea to the size of a melon before she was welcomed by her parents and the rest of her family that had been waiting anxiously for her arrival. 

No, Tallulah was dropped on his doorstep like a wet kitten in the middle of the night. Shivering and crying and just needing someone to hold her and tell her that it was going to be alright because her mother had decided she’d be better off elsewhere. Of course, she was too small to remember, but Harry could never forget it.

So, it’s the least she can do. To let Harry love on her. Love on them.

Her eyes catch his once or twice and she can see the gears in his head turning. There’s something on his mind and he’s hesitant to tell her what it is. Y/N lifts his head by tilting his chin up, her index finger brushing over the healed scar on the underside of his jaw from a few months prior.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” she whispered.

Harry shakes his head, a grin on his lips.

“‘M just really, really happy right now. Happy tha’ I’m here w’ you.”

Y/N smiles back at him genuinely before pulling away from his grasp and gesturing to his lap.

“And I’m happy that I’m here with you. Seems like your little friend is really happy, too.”

A soft groan emits from Harry chest, having realized he’d uncrossed his legs at some point and his very prominent bulge had come into Y/N’s view.

“Sorry, lovie. Didn’t mean t’ make it like tha-”

“I’m just messing with you. You know,” she ponders, “I was half-way kidding when I asked about your lungs earlier. But... This will be the last time we’re kid-free for a while,” she taunted.

“Are yeh asking?” Harry jests and points his thumb towards the bathroom door, “‘Cos I was actually plannin’ on just having a wank in the shower.”

“Oh, okay,” Y/N shrugs and moves his hands off of her waist as she pretends to walk towards the living room.

Before she can take two steps, Harry’s standing up and pulling her back into him for a kiss. It’s full of heat and passion and almost knocks Y/N off of her feet. He cradles her head in his large hands and moves to whisper in her ear.

“Really gonna let me fuck yeh?”

A quiet chuckle escapes her lips, to which she replies, “What else did you think we were gonna do all week?”

He’s unable to bite back his own laugh, and it’s the sweetest sound to ever grace Y/N’s ears.

“Then get on the bed and take yeh clothes off.”

They work quickly, as they’ve conditioned themselves to do over the years of squeezing in any time they can together before they’re interrupted. Y/N lies back on her elbows as she waits for Harry to undo his pants and her breath catches in her throat when his boxers hit the floor. 

His cock is hard, not fully, but the sight of the first few beads of glistening precum causes a shiver to run down her spine. She’s blown him a handful of times since he’s been in recovery, but she’s been far too pregnant and he’s been far too injured lately to engage in any kind of actual fun. It’s safe to say that they’re both more than ready. 

Harry scratches at his scalp, unsure of how to word his questions as he looks her body up and down.

“How do you...erm...how do you wanna-?”

“My stomach, please,” Y/N says with a laugh.

She quickly reaches for one of the pillows behind her and gets on all fours, wedging the object underneath her bump to keep some of the weight off of her back. Slowly, she arches her spine down towards the mattress, and the glimpse Harry catches of her pussy through the light of the setting sun is enough to send another jolt straight to his cock.

Harry wastes no time joining her on the bed, caressing her hips and moving back to massage the plump skin of her ass. He leans down on top of her, flips her hair over to one side, and begins sucking on the sensitive skin between her neck and jaw.

“Gonna let me taste yeh first, right?” he mumbles into her skin.

Y/N hums in response, attempting to rock backwards in order to feel Harry’s cock rub against her backside. She hears Harry laugh, presumably because he’s caught on to her neediness, so it only pushes him further to be the tease he’s notorious for being.

He sponges wet kisses down her back, getting a rise out of every audible breath that leaves Y/N’s throat.

“Relax, baby,” Harry says when he feels her growing tenser as his kisses travel closer to where she needs him the most.

“Gonna get yeh there. Just gotta be patient.”

Harry presses one last kiss on the final notch of her spine before using one of his hands to spread her legs open just a little bit further. When he parts the globes of her ass, his mouth waters. Her pussy is shimmering with her arousal, perfect and on display just for him. 

He tests the waters by running the tip of his tongue from her clit up to her center and he hears a sigh of relief leave Y/N’s lungs at the contact. Next, he’s massaging her folds, exploring her and refamiliarizing himself with the way she tasted. Harry feels her relax into the mattress with each lap of his tongue against her, silently begging him for more. His tentativeness allows him to read her body language and he draws back momentarily to spread her lips apart with his middle and index finger.

The cool air against her core stuns Y/N, but is quickly drowned out with a moan when she feels Harry’s warm saliva drip from her ass down to her clit. His mouth is back on her before she can recover from the sensation, lapping her up and flicking at her clit with his tongue and driving her mad. He’s got his nose buried inside of her as he devours her in the way that he’s really been yearning to for months (he doesn’t count the late night or early morning quickies because he claims he never gets to spend as much time taking care of her as he really wants to). The scruff from his mustache is staunch against her soft folds, but Harry’s tongue is quick to soothe the burn and she loves it.

He smirks against her as she lets out a particularly loud moan when his facial hair brushes against her clit. What was that about shaving my mustache? he thinks to himself but does not dare say aloud.

When he senses that she needs even more, his fingers move from spreading her apart to pressing against her opening. Gathering her wetness on his digits, he slowly pumps them in and out of her. Y/N’s mewls and whimpers are like music to his ears and only spurs him on further. He ruts his hips against the comforter, anything to relieve the throbbing between his legs that is a result of how pliable she’s become for him. She’s soaking the rings on his fingers in the most picture-perfect way and Harry truly genuinely can’t get enough of it; and neither can she. Which is why he’s confused when one of her hands swings around her backside to stop Harry from working her open.

“Har-” she pants.

He withdrawals all contact immediately and peaks his head around to look at her face.

“Yeh good?” he asks as she’s stands up on her knees and turns around to face him.

“‘M great. Wanna be on top now,” she says, her lips plump and swollen from biting down on them so harshly that she nearly drew blood.

“You sure? Yeh don’t want me t’ finish yeh first?”

His eyes dart from her lust-blown eyes to her round belly.

“Mhm. Now lay your pretty ass down before I change my mind.”

She doesn’t have to tell him twice and he’s rolling over on his back, working his way to prop himself up against the headboard. His cock is red and leaking against his stomach, excruciatingly waiting to be buried inside of his girl. He wonders why she’s staring at him with an annoyed expression on her face, but then she speaks up.

“Do you see how pregnant I am? Gonna have to lay all the way down, shit head.”

He does as he’s told and he’s honestly scared that he’ll cum in five seconds if she doesn’t get on with it. 

“I swear to god, if you laugh at me,” she grunts as she straddles his waist, “I’ll cut it off.”

“‘M not gonna lau-”

It’s his turn to moan aloud when she grips onto his cock, running it across her folds to collect as much wetness as she can before she allows him to stretch her out. He’s focusing so much on not losing it right then and there that he doesn’t realize she’s stopped and is waiting for the go-ahead. Through his dark, thick lashes, he nods; as if she would have to ask.

Harry reaches for her hands as she lowers herself onto him, the two of them squeezing a bit too harshly when she reaches the last few inches. The burn consumes Y/N from the inside and out, but it’s never felt so right to either of them. 

She’s not moving just yet, but her cunt is pulsing around him and it feels almost as good as the real thing. They’re staring at each other, both with looks that relay more than words.

“Love you,” Harry’s face softens as he looks up at her.

“Love you, too,” Y/N smiles as she leans down as far as she can in search of a kiss.

He meets her in the middle and their lips find one another and mash together in harmony. The rocking of their hips reminds both of them what they’re actually doing, and causes both of them to gasp at the way Y/N pumped Harry half-way in and out of her. 

When she’s settled back down on the base of his cock, she begins slowly rutting herself back and forth. It takes her just a little bit longer than usual to work up a steady rhythm, but when she’s got it, boy does she got it and it feels so fucking good. The tip of Harry’s cock is pressing against the deepest parts of her and before she knows it, there’s a warm coil winding up in her tummy that bounds itself tighter and tighter inside of her.

She needs to go faster and she needs to go faster now, so she braces her hands on Harry’s chest as she continues to fuck herself on Harry’s cock. Harry lets out a sound that she can’t tell apart between a groan of pleasure and one of pain. His hands dart quickly from where they’d been gripping at her thighs to grip at her wrists.

“Can’t do tha’, lovie. Not the ribs.”

“Shit,” she laughs, subconsciously clenching down on his shaft in the process.

“Sorry.”

“‘S okay,” Harry reassures her as he repositions her hands on his shoulders so she can still have something to grab on to.

“Keep going.” 

Her bump is now cradled against Harry’s stomach and it allows her to find relief in the way that her clit is brushing against the trimmed nest of hair that lies around the base of his thick, throbbing cock. He’s twitching inside of her so much that she can feel it alongside her thrusts as they continue. They both won’t last much longer and they know it. 

“‘M getting close.”

“I know,” Harry pants beneath her.

She switches positions, now with her fingers digging so hard into the meat of Harry’s thighs that her knuckles are changing color. She’s able to lift her hips up and down a bit more from this angle, and it allows Harry’s cock to nudge against her sweet spot.

“Feels so good, H,” she whimpers so quietly that almost Harry couldn’t even hear it.

“‘S that it? Right there?” he mocks as he works at meeting her thrusts with his own.

The best he gets from Y/N is a nod as she focuses the best she can on getting herself there. She’s coating him with her juices with each pump and with one glance down at where they’re joined together nearly shoots Harry over the edge.

“Yeh gonna cum f’ me?” Harry asks as his thumb reaches under her to begin rubbing circles on her clit.

“Gonna give me a good one?”

His movements coupled with his words catalyze the tightness within her, threatening to snap at any moment. She’s definitely sweaty and tired of being on top, but she’s so close now that she wills away the pain in her lower back and thighs.

“Come on, bunny. Give it to me.”

He works with that he can and makes sure he’s slamming into her as deep as he can, speeding up the pace he’s making with her clit in the process. 

She cums with a strangled, “Fuck,” and a shrill cry of his name, and that’s all he needs to meet his end as well. The world is black and quiet for the two of them for just a brief moment, and then they’re both seeing all of the stars in the galaxy.

Her walls are coated with the warm ropes of his seed and spills out of her as she milks him, coaxing all she can out of both hers and Harry’s orgasms. Y/N can feel the last few twitches of Harry’s cock inside of her and her movements slow to a stop. 

His cum is splashed along her inner thighs and around Harry’s shaft, and they’re both struggling to catch their breath. Y/N feels sorry for him for a brief second when she sees him clutching onto the left side of his ribs, but then she remembers the situation that put him there in the first place and great incredible fuck she just gave him and so she decides not to dwell on it too much. 

Serves him right.

She collapses on the bed beside him, the two of them staring idly at the ceiling. It’s nearly dark now, the sun having set long ago and only their silhouettes are visible in the moonlight. Harry reaches over to pet her cheek and press a kiss into her hair as their breathing slowly but surely evens out and they come to.

They’re both too tired and fucked out to have a lucid conversation, so they’ll save that for tomorrow. No. Right now was for cuddles and falling asleep to the sounds of each other’s soft breaths and the peace of mind knowing that they can do this every single night for the rest of their lives if they wanted to because they’re getting married and they have a family together and they’re so in love with each other that nothing else matters.

When Y/N finally manages to muster up the energy to lift herself from the mattress and waddle to the bathroom, Harry breaks the silence.

“Hey,” his voice is calm and collected and there’s a smirk on his face.

“Hmm?” she answers as she cranes her neck and braces herself on the door frame of the master bathroom.

Her other hand is caressing her bump, a tick that she’d picked up over the months whenever she wasn’t doing anything important.

“Sit on m’ face in the morning?”

There’s that laugh again. The one that Harry loves and swears came straight from the angels above.

“With pleasure,” she winks as the door closes behind her.

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Nemesis (Spencer Reid/Reader)

Requested: Can I request a Spencer x reader where they’re dating and she’s always been quiet about her past but then a case comes up in her hometown and her whole past gets uncovered and it’s pretty bad. That’s when they realize why she had been acting like that.

Summary: A case takes the team back to Seattle, (Y/N)’s hometown, only to discover her past was darker than they had ever imagined. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Reader 

Warnings: This one is dark. Angst, bloody crime details, Criminal Mind usual content, fluff at the end ‘cos I can’t help it. Also, cursing but that’s just how I roll. 

Word count: 2,7K 

Masterlist

- 

It was obvious there was something wrong with (Y/N). Spencer could see it clearly, though she kept telling him everything was ok. It was easy to read her after working together for five years and dating the last two.

Reid knew he shouldn’t profiler his girlfriend, but he couldn’t help it when he saw the painful expression on her face. She tried to smile when she noticed he was looking at her, but that just made it worse ‘cos now he was sure there was something awfully wrong with her. 

She wasn’t like that when they woke up. She had spent the night over in his apartment, and she looked happy. She made hotcakes for breakfast, and they laughed the whole way to Quantico, talking about the movie they had seen the night before. 

But everything changed the second they received the information of the serial killer they had to catch. 

-

When Garcia presented the case, Spencer noticed how his girlfriend’s face turned white. She didn’t even look at the pictures of the crime scenes. (Y/N) fixed her eyes on her notebook on the table and crossed her arms on her chest. She didn’t speak during the briefing, just bite her lips and the inside of her cheeks the whole time.

- “Today, my dear furry friends, you will be flying to (Y/N) ’s hometown, rainy Seattle, for a case that will give me nightmares for the rest week, so I refuse to look at the screen”

(Y/N) held her breath and stayed as still as possible on her chair. 

- “The unsub is targeting couples in their late thirties. He stabs them to death in their bed, places the bodies as if they were asleep, and forces the kids to lay between them. Then, he locks them in the house until they manage to escape”.

Hotch sighed and looked at the team. Family-related cases always were the hardest for him and J.J. Especially when there were kids involved. 

- “The police department asked for our help because they think it might be related to four unsolved murders that took place in Seattle back in the nineties”-

Garcia finished. Hotch stood up and announced, “wheels up in twenty”, and everybody left the room. Everybody but (Y/N), who couldn’t move. 

- “Hey… are you ok?”- Spencer stood in front of her chair and held her hands. She just nodded and tried her best to smile. 

- “I’m just tired, honey, that’s all. It’s been a long week”. 

- “You can tell me if there’s anything wrong, buttercup, you know that”- she tried to smile and stood up. Spencer cupped her face with both hands and kissed her lips sweetly. 

(Y/N) held her breath for a few seconds, making her best not to cry. When he looked at her, she cut him a small smile, trying to show him everything was ok. 

Of course, it was not. 

Neither Spencer nor anyone in the BAU knew (Y/N) ’s secret. She didn’t want to share it with anyone ‘cos it meant everybody would pity her, and she couldn’t handle that. She couldn’t deal with people looking at her like she was a victim. She hated it when it happened back in her hometown, and she knew she couldn’t handle it if their BAU family looked at her like that.

That case hurt her deeper than she could ever explain, and she wasn’t sure she could keep the secret that was killing her alive for much longer. 

-

During the trip, she barely looked at the files. Spencer sat next to her, trying to comfort her. He knew she wouldn’t tell him what was happening, but he wanted to be by her side. He wanted her to know he was there for her, no matter what. 

(Y/N) knew that, but of all people, he was the last one she wanted to share her secret with. She was too embarrassed and too scared he could run away. She was also too damaged, and she had, somehow, managed to cover her wounds for all those years. 

But now, everything was collapsing, and she knew it could only get worse from there. 

- “Morgan, you and Reid talk with the forensic. We need every detail on the killer’s M.O.”- Hotch said as soon as they landed in Seattle- “(Y/N), you and Prentiss talk with the family of the latest victims. JJ, Rossi, we will speak with the police chief and see the previous investigation files”. 

(Y/N)’ s heart stopped for a second. She held her folder fight and nodded, making her best not to show her whole body started shaking. 

Spencer could read it, (Y/N) was hiding something, and it wasn’t something good. He leaned in and kissed her temple and held her hand tight. 

- “Do you want me to go with you? I can ask Hotch…” 

- “No, honey”- she whispered, shaking her head- “I’m ok”

- “Sure”- she nodded and pecked his lips- “I’ll see you back at the police station, ok?”

-

Prentiss was doing all the talking. (Y/N) could barely breathe in that interview. A thirteen years old little girl sat on a couch, nearly crying, holding her grandmother’s hand tight, as if her life depended on it. 

-” I know this is hard, and you are doing great, Kristy. I need you to close your eyes and tell me, what do you remember of that night”. 

Without even notice, (Y/N) did the same. 

- “Mom and dad stayed up after I went to bed. I heard them talking in the kitchen when I went to the bathroom” 

- “What time was it?”- Prentiss whispered 

- “Eleven… eleven-thirty”

- “And do you remember anything odd? anything that didn’t look right?”- Kristy stayed in silence. You could tell she was doing her best to remember. 

- “The neighbor’s dog was barking“

- “Ok, good”- Prentiss praised- “You are doing great, anything else? A smell, a noise?” 

- “I heard something in the closet in the hall, like… like someone was chuckling, so I got scared and ran back to my room”- Kristy was agitated, and tears started falling down her cheeks. (Y/N) held her hands and looked at her, whispering. 

- “You had heard that chuckle before, hadn’t you?”- and the girl nodded. 

- “But your parents told you you were too old to believe in the boogie man, right?”- (Y/N) continued, fighting her own tears.

- “(Y/N)?”- Prentiss was confused

- “It’s not your fault-” (Y/N) whispered and wrapped her arms around the girl, who now started sobbing- “You have to understand it’s not your fault. He wanted you to be scared”. 

- “(Y/N), what are you talking about?”- Prentiss asked her but still didn’t get any answer. 

- “Kristy, this is important. Do you remember if a stranger had been in your house in the last week?”- but the girl just shook her head- “He may have said his car broke down, or he was lost” 

- “A man came last Wednesday”- the girl whispered, still crying- “He said he needed help with his car… dad borrowed him some tools and helped him change his tire”

(Y/N) nodded and looked at Prentiss. 

- “That’s the guy” 

- “How do you know?”- Emily was confused. Not only because tears kept falling from (Y/N) ’s eyes, but because of her deduction. 

- “Believe me, that’s the guy. I’m gonna call Hotch”. 

- “(Y/N)! Wait!”- Prentiss ran after her friend and followed her back to the SUV- “What the hell happened back there?”

- “What do you mean?”- the young agent tried to act as if nothing had happened. Which was impossible, but still, she gave it a shot. 

- “You knew something about this case! You knew the girl had heard the unsub before, how?”

(Y/N) stayed still and just looked at her friend, took a deep breath, and lied. 

- “We studied this case back in the academy. Some of the kids said they had heard a chuckling the days before the murder”

Prentiss frowned. She had read that case over and over again, and she knew that information wasn’t in any file. But it was apparent (Y/N) didn’t want to talk about it. 

-

Against all odds, (Y/N) managed to go through the day, keeping herself as calm as possible. After talking with Kristy, she and Prentiss reached the police station. Spencer was waiting for her with a hot cup of her favorite coffee. Just what she needed. He held her hand and kissed it as they walked to the rest of the team. 

- “How are you feeling, buttercup?”

- “I’m tired...”- she sighed and looked into his chocolate eyes. They were filled with love for her. The kind of love that made her feel no matter what, everything was going to be ok.  

- “When we are back home, I’ll run you a bubble bath. Would you like that?”

- “I would love that, honey” 

-

They delivered a profile, which confirmed it was the same killer as in the nineties. A white man. Now in his late fifties. His parents had committed suicide when he was thirteen. He was left alone with the corpses for three days until a neighbor contacted the police because of the smell. As he grew up, his trauma led him to kill couples around his parents’ age, with a single kid the same age as he was when he died. 

- “Hey baby girl, I need you to help me find this unsub”- Morgan called Garcia as the whole team gathered around the board. It was late, and they were all tired, but they didn’t want to give the unsub the chance to kill again. 

- “I need you to run me a list of all the prisoners in the area who were released a month ago, that’s when the crimes started”

- “You are gonna have to give me something else, chocolate thunder. Do you have any kind of idea how many people are released weekly from jail?”

- “Ten thousand”- Spencer answered and kept his eyes stuck at the board- “Garcia, he is around fifty, white, and had been in jail approximately thirteen or fourteen years”. 

(Y/N)’ s heart was beating so fast inside her chest she thought anyone could hear it. Her legs were shaking, her eyes were watering up. But she had to keep herself together. She had to, for the team. For herself. For this case. For the victims.

- “Still too many”- Garcia said 

- “Can you see if any of them had a red truck?”- (Y/N) asked, and the whole team turned to her, confused 

- “Why a red truck?”- Hotch asked her, confused 

- “It was a theory we analyzed at the academy”- she lied again. 

- “Bingo! Sam Paterson, 53 years old, was released five weeks ago. I’m sending you his last known address right now”. 

-

- “(Y/N), I just read all the files about this case, including the cases from ’98, and they never mentioned a red truck”- Spencer asked his girlfriend. They were in the SUV, and Morgan was driving. Reid turned to the backseat to look at her, but she kept her eyes in the window. 

- “I don’t know why it wasn’t there. Maybe they dismissed part of the evidence”

Reid was afraid to ask again, so he just nodded and turned to Morgan. 

- “How long until we get there?” 

- "Two minutes. I can’t wait to catch this bastard”. 

-

The unsub was hidden in a barn at the back of his property. He had all the trophies he kept from the crime scenes: a toy from each kid’s bedroom. 

They surrounded him quickly, but he kept pointing a gun against the team. He knew he was fucked, but he wasn’t going to surrender. 

- “You are done, Sam”- Morgan tried to talk to him, but the unsub just looked at the agents around him and laughed. 

- “I was sure you were going to be the one to get me”- he said and looked at (Y/N)- “You haven’t changed a thing”

- “Shut up!”- (Y/N) muttered and bit her lips, trying her best not to cry. She didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing her crumble. 

- (”Y/N) James, sorry, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), you use your mother’s last name now”

- “Shut up!”- the gent spit those words holding her gun tight. She could shoot him. She wanted to shoot him. But she wasn’t a monster like him. She had to keep telling herself that over and over again to keep her from pulling the trigger.

The whole team looked at her in shock. James. The James was the last couple the unsub killed in ’98. Their thirteen-year-old daughter was left with their bodies for a whole day locked in the house before she managed to escape.

- “(Y/N)?”- Spencer didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t believe it. 

- “I always knew you were special, (Y/N)”- Sam smiled- “You were the only one who heard me. Too bad mommy and daddy laughed at you when you told them someone was walking around the house at night”

- “You are sick”- it was a miracle that (Y/N) wasn’t crying. The anger that filled her body was too powerful, and it fueled her with revenge. 

- “Maybe I am sick, but I’m also the one who knows you better than anyone”- he made a pause and looked around at the rest of the team- “Oh! They didn’t know! Why didn’t you tell them? Want me to give them the short version of the fact?”

- “You don’t know anything about me!” 

- “That’s where you are wrong. I know a lot about you, (Y/N). I hunted you and your parents for weeks. Remember that little cat that used to play in your backyard? Garfield, that’s how you called him, right?”

- “Shut up!”- (Y/N) was having serious trouble stopping herself from pulling that trigger. She wanted to kill him and avenge her parents. They didn’t deserve to die just because a sick bastard decided to kill them. 

- “I always wanted to ask you, how did you feel when you laid there with them? After I killed your parents, how did you feel? ‘cos when I laid with mine, I just felt such peace… Did you feel peace too? (Y/N)? did you?” 

A single gunshot was the end of Sam. Spencer put his gun down after killing him and looked at his girlfriend. She was shaking. He didn’t say a word. He ran to her and wrapped his arms around her tight, just to hear her burst into tears. Tears she had been holding for years. 

- “I’m here, I’m here with you”- he whispered as he kept kissing her cheeks- “You are safe, I’ve got you, (Y/N)”

- “He… he…”- she tried to speak, but she couldn’t. Spencer held her closer, tighter, and kissed any part of her he could. Her shoulder, her head, her cheek, her hair, her temple. 

- “He’s dead, (Y/N). He is never going to hurt you again”

(Y/N) couldn’t move. She just kneeled on the floor, a few feet away from the corpse of the man that had killed her parents. Spencer held her in his arms and carried her outside. 

- “You are safe”- Reid kept repeating, and she just nodded as he sat her in the back of an ambulance

- “I’m never going to let anyone hurt you, (Y/N). Did you know that?”- Reid ran his thumbs across her cheeks, wiping off the tears that kept falling from her eyes. 

- “I will protect you, forever”

(Y/N) looked at him and quivered her chin again. She knew he meant it, and a small part of her felt relieved he knew everything now. Even the dark part she had managed to hide for years from everybody.

- “I love you so much (Y/N), and I am so proud of you. You overcame a situation that most people would never get over, and you became an amazing woman. The amazing woman I love” 

- “Thank you”- (Y/N) whispered and sobbed- “I just didn’t want to tell anyone so they wouldn’t pity me”- she said and hugged Spencer tight again, hiding her face on his chest

- “No! listen to me. I am proud of you, that’s how I feel about you, ok?”- he looked at her and kissed her cheeks sweetly- “I love you (Y/N)”

- “I love you too, Spencer. Thank you for being here”

- “Always”

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[the-slasher-files]

Hello there! I’m back with another request. Can you write some headcanons of Michael, Jason, Bo and Bubba if their S/O was an artist? I’m an artist and I would love to see their reaction if I showed them one of my latest drawings.

Yay.. ok so I’ve got a few requests for this (from a shy s/o to a confident one) so I kind of mixed them together :) also btw I don’t write for Bubba but I will write for all the others, plus more! hope you enjoy 🔪💕  

MASTERLIST

SLASHERS WITH S/O THAT LOVES TO DRAW OR IS AN ARTIST

INCLUDES JASON, MICHAEL, BO, VINCENT, and CHROMESKULL

JASON VOORHEES

First of all living where you do at the cabin there is so much inspo from deer, to the lake, to changing of the seasons.. It is honestly the best place for an artist

Jason always noticed a black notebook lying around with pens and pencils on every other surface, and you were oddly protective of the book, so he left it alone respecting your boundaries

Sitting with him in the quiet cabin Jason loved the sounds of the pencils scratching along the paper, and he loved to watch the soothing motions of your wrist going to work

Slowly he will become more and more interested in what you're doing and he needs to see. Sneakily inching himself closer to you as you work away and stretching his neck as far as he can, catching a glimpse then feeling guilty

Jason wants to respect you so much but it kills him that you’re not showing him. So when you were in the shower he quickly ran to the book and gently ran his fingers over your work, amazed at how good everything was and how you brought the nature/animals to life in the book from around the camp

Flipping a page then he is met with sketches of himself, with the mask and without, his hands, some of his wounds with the bones sticking out... it was beautiful and he couldn’t look away until you walked into the room pushing him away from the book but seeing his expression made you melt, he loved it so much and slowly brought out confidence in you, making you show him your work all the time

A few times he had brought some art supplies home from a group of teens that came along

One day he came home to canvases all over the floor and red paint splattered all over your old t-shirt Jason freaked out thinking it was blood in the dim lighting, he stepped on your canvases with muddy boots and held you up making you yelp... “Baby it’s just paint”... well now he feels foolish and upset for stepping on your art

The next night he still felt bad but you showed him what you had created from “the incident”... Bright colours framed the bootprint and brought out the muddy tones, some of the canvases had pressed flowers along the details of the print and it was so beautiful Jason immediately hung them on the wall  

Just an fyi he wants to always do crafts with you lol so make sure you help him

MICHAEL MYERS

Now this guy is pretty indifferent to everything but something about your art brings out a new side in him

You can say a lot of things about Michael but you cannot say he isn’t observant, he sees everything and knows everything

Like Jason he notices your many notebooks and various art supplies around the house, but he is far more intrusive than Jason and will rip the notebook from your hands holding your neck if you protest as he flips through it

Watching his face nothing changes, he just scans the pages then throws the notebook down walking away leaving into the night

The next morning notebook, paints, pens, brushes and other supplies litter the kitchen counter... wonder who got those???

Michael loves watching you work on your art, watching your facial expressions, the way the pens run along the paper and how the paint coats the canvases.. oop you just gave him an idea

One night he came home gruesomely cover in blood a little more than extra, and Michael moves above you and the art you are working on, whoops he is dripping blood on the canvas, then smearing it, then moving his knife along it using it as a brush, I guess

You yelled at him at first but watching how he seemed to enjoy the colours mixing together and the way the blood dried was sort of.. cute

You knew Michael had a funny and creative side just by the way he walked into the bedroom one night with a sheet over himself and sunglasses on, and the way he leaves marks on your body in a certain pattern or framing his favourite features of you. Michael’s art was his kill you realized

He really loves your pieces, even though he would never say so and Michael’s favourites were the sketches of himself you did and he would paint blood along them

You weren’t gonna lie it made the portraits more interesting and honestly beautiful, they quickly became your favourites as well

I’m sorry but my horny self just wants to see Michael in an all-black suit at an art gallery admiring the masked portrait of himself covered in blood... sorry but it’s hot lol

BO SINCLAIR      

So Bo is not really observant so it might take him a while to notice the art supplies around the house but even then he thinks it’s just Vincent’s

You will probably have to do just do the art in front of him before he gets that its your art supplies.. man sucks lol

Bo really enjoys your company when he is in the shop, you just sitting there working away in your notebook and him under the hood of his truck

He doesn’t necessarily push to see what you’re drawing but Bo teases, the harder you hide it the harder he teases... “what ya got in there sex drawings?” “Fuck darlin’ let me be your model”

If you don’t want him to see what you’re doing never leave your notebook behind because the man is a snoop in every sense of the word

Bo 100% supports your art even though he isn’t very interested in it and doesn’t really get it, if it makes you happy he will steal supplies from his twin and if victims have notebooks or pens he will bring them to you immediately  

On a day where you decided to spend the day at the shop, sitting on your chair sketching away while Bo was organizing his tools, he kept catching your glances and smirked “Baby, you need somethin?” he would ask smugly.

“Nope” a simple answer not stroking his ego “gonna grab a beer from downstairs you want one?” Bo nods as you make your way to the mini-fridge. Quickly the man strides over to the notebook, opening the page where you had placed your pencil. He knew it, sketches of himself, it makes his ego skyrocket.

“BO!!” pushing him away and he grabs the book holding it just out of your reach smirking “Momma always said I’d be a good model” “Don’t flatter yourself Sinclair, you’re the only man around for miles that doesn’t wear a mask or look like a trash man” you laughed as him smirk fell... run

He honestly loves your art even though Bo gives you a hard time... His favourite thing is falling asleep to the pencil sounds against the paper when you’re laying in bed together

VINCENT SINCLAIR

SAAAAAAME... lol

The man notices right away that he begins to lose his an unused notebook and some of his best art pencils

It made you very nervous to show Vincent what you sketched and painted since he was just so good at art in every way. It was unfair

His favorite thing to do with you is make little sculptures from wax or clay, he could tell you were very creative and good at what you made, and he would always be super supportive

Vincent’s praise and support made you more comfortable with doing your art around him and even showing him. The man loves it and loves all of it

Different from his brother, Vinny respects you a lot and is fine with not looking in your notebook until you’re ready to show him. He hates when people see his unfinished work and flip through his notebooks as well

The good thing about dating him is Vincent’s art stuff is now yours

Also he is a very good teacher, somehow though he cannot talk, Vinny never makes you feel bad about your art and if you need help he is more than happy to support

Art date nights!! Getting the idea from your phone, you lit all the candles and brought down all the paint you could along with the large unused canvases you had found. When Vincent strolls downstairs his eyes go wide, seeing you in just your bra and underwear “I’m ready for art class Vin” you giggle

When he finds your paintings or sketches of himself without his mask Vincent’s heart melts, finding someone like you to love him, let alone see his destroyed features as art kills him

CHROMESKULL

Jesse is a very watchful human, even when he isn’t at home the guy has cameras literally everywhere

When he was gone on a "business trip" you had all the free time in the world, plus you had picked up some new art supplies, so why not work a large piece when Jesse isn't around to distract you... When you had worked on for a few hours you got a text 'How's the painting coming along?' And that's when you realized cameras are everywhere!

If you are a shy person with your art he basically doesn’t allow you to be, he’s a pushy spoiled man but he is also very supportive and it makes you more confident in showing him  

Jesse honestly loves art and has many expensive paintings in his large home, so when he sees your art you better believe he will have Preston frame the art and put it on the walls, with special art gallery lights really making it look perfect

If you need any and I mean any art supplies no matter how expensive Jesse supports it *hands you his gold credit card*

"Oh.. renovations? To the already perfect mansion?" "Yup.. it's your new art studio"

Art, wine and cheese nights... the perfect date

Feeling uninspired? alright time to change the scenery, let’s go to a tropical destination or a wintery cabin. The man wants to spoil you and put your passion at the top of his priority list, plus he just wants a vacation and see you in your swimwear

It doesn't matter if you're shy about your art or confident Jesse will say he is taking you to an event, get you all dolled up and take you to an art gallery event that is just your art... surprise! Dumb rich bastard loves your work and flaunts it to everyone he can

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