#kept it here in case any other better moments came up but decided i should just post it

[davemybeloved]

WASTED CHANCES

(Dave Mustaine x Reader)

I was just thinking about this Dave (80s) confessing his feeling with some sweet sex🤭

Warnings: smut, mention of drugs use (if you consider weed drugs), a little of kink size, eyes contact kink

Dave just couldn’t sleep that night, he kept turning around in the bed over and over, trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep.

But he just couldn’t, you were all over his mind. He felt like he wasted a chance with you earlier today, you were so close to him, it was such a vulnerable moment… he should have took his chance.

But he didn’t, and that just wouldn’t let him sleep. You and Dave were close friends, you knew each other since middle school and he probably was the most important person in your life.

A week ago he got kicked out of Metallica, that night he came over at your door completely and totally drunk, you let him in and he passed out on your bed just an hour later. Since that night he spent the whole week at your place, not having nowhere to go, until he went to a motel because he said “he didn’t want to bother you more then he already had” but you really loved his presence, you wanted to say that to him but you thought it wasn’t appropriate.

He slept much better with you next to him, but now that you weren’t there he was struggling. He even tried to smoke a joint to fall asleep, usually it worked, but his brain just wouldn’t cooperate this time.

“Fuck it” he mumbled to himself, deciding he was just gonna come over at your place. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to sleep without you in any case, so it was pointless to keep trying.

It was 3 a.m. when he knocked on your door, waking you up from your peaceful sleep.

You got off the bed and put on one of his oversize shirt he left at your place to cover yourself up. You headed to the door, robbing your eyes with your hand as you yawned.

You opened the door, curious of who could be knocking at the door at this time of the night and, to be honest, you weren’t exactly surprised to see Dave standing in front of you like an idiot.

“Hey” you smiled at him even tho you were tired, you didn’t like to be waken up, but you were happy every time Dave came over, even if it was in the middle of the night.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

He seemed a little bit embarrassed, rubbing the back of his head “couldn’t sleep. I… I wanted to see you again.” He confessed, making you smile wildly. And oh God, he loved that smile.

“Come in.” You said softly, opening the door fully to let him in.

He smiled a bit, entering your apartment slowly. It was all so familiar to him, it felt like home. He felt safe there, he felt safe with you.

“So… I was wondering if I could stay here tonight.” He said, trying to not sound rude.

Hearing those words just made your heart melt. Just as his heart did when he saw you were wearing his shirt, it just looked so good on you. He loved seeing you in his clothes, they were just so big on your small figure.

“Come.” you said, taking his hand and leading him into your bedroom. You always shared bed since you were little kids so it was normal for the two of you… even though this week felt different in a way nor of you could explain.

A few minutes later you were both laying on the bed, just starting into each other’s eyes in a some sort of trance.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” You finally broke the silence, speaking in a hush tone.

He shrugged, turning so he was laying on his back as he watched the ceiling, his hands resting on his belly “I was thinking about you.” He finally admitted.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard what you wanted to hear the most in these past few months. “What about me?” You asked even though deep down you knew what he was thinking about.

“About how much I want you.” He said turning his head to look at you, wanting to see some sort of reaction from you. But you just stayed still for a couple of seconds.

He was starting to give up, to think he was a fool to believe he had a chance with you. But then you kissed him, you kissed him hard, passionately and a little sloppy too.

He quickly grabbed you by your neck and waist to pull you close to him as he kissed you back, switching position so you were underneath him.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” You whispered between kisses.

He chuckled a bit as he caressed your cheek “could have told me sooner, sweetheart.”

You shut him up with another kiss as you pulled his shirt off hungrily. Your hole body consumed by lust.

When you felt his lips on your neck, shivers of pleasure ran down your spine as you let out soft moans.

“Dave…” You whispered so low he wasn’t sure if you actually said it or not.

“Say it again” he demanded as he took off your shirt, wanting a confirmation of what you just said.

“Dave” You said again, more loudly these time, making him harder.

He just loved your voice, and hearing soft moans leaving your mouth with his name turned him on so much.

He kissed you down your collarbone, than down your chest and belly, until he reached your most sensitive spot.

When you felt his lips kissing your clit, you closed your legs for instinct as a sweet sigh left your mouth.

“Ah, ah, ah. Keep ‘em open for me, sweetheart.” he said, putting his hand on your thighs as he opened them slowly again.

You nodded as you looked at him, biting your lower lips. As soon as he started to lick your throbbing pussy, you pushed your head back, letting sweet moans leaving your mouth. Soon you realized you had neighbors, so you decided it was better if you covered your mouth, but Dave wasn’t exactly happy with that.

He grabbed your wrists and pinned them on your belly so you couldn’t cover your mouth. “I want to hear you, baby.”

He kept sucking your clit, making you moan more then you wanted to. Suddenly you felt two of his fingers enter you and move inside and out of you at a steady pace, making you clench around them almost immediately.

“You like that, uh? Yeah, you do. I can feel it.” He teased you, making you whine.

“Please, Dave… I need more..” you moaned, grinding your hips against his fingers.

“I wanna make you feel good tonight, baby. So I’ll give up on the teasing for this time.” he said, and you thanked his for this.

He reached down to undo his belt and quickly take off his pants and boxs, letting his hard length spread out.

He was so fucking big. You were clearly surprised and your astounded face made him chuckle a bit before positioning himself at your entrance. “Are you sure, baby?” he asked you sweetly, looking at you in the eye.

You bite your lower lip as you nodded.

He started to enter you, scratching your walls slowly “eyes on me, sweetheart”

He said, putting a hand on your cheek to make you look at him.

You moaned a little when he entered you fully. He stayed still for a few seconds before moving to make you get used to his size, waiting for you to give him a nod.

When you finally nodded at him, he started to thrust in and out of you at a slow and steady peace, to make you get used to him.

You started to moan softly and you closed your eyes as you kissed him “go faster” you whispered on his lips, and that was just what he wanted to hear.

His thrusts became faster and harder, making you moan a lot more loudly. You pushed back you head, arching your back and closing your eyes as your mouth was completely open.

“Look at me.” he said as he grabbed your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him and making your walls tightening.

“Fuck your tight.” He groaned as he kept trusting in you

You felt you’re release coming close as he kept pushing in and out of you roughly “fuck Dave I’m so close..” you moaned.

“Me too baby” he groaned as his thrusts became more sloppy.

After a few more thrusts you felt your climax hitting you, making you orgasm.

This was just what he needed to cum too, and soon his hot seed was filling you up as he pushed deeper to not let it fall out.

He kissed you one more time before slowly pulling out of you as he moved your hair out of your face “I love you”

You smiled softly, kissing him once more “Maybe you could stay here a little longer then just tonight. And I love you too, by the way.”

#I fucking need him #dave mustaine #megadeth #megadeth smut #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine x reader #metal #80s #80s metal #80s music

[sebastianswallows]

Can I, please, respectfully ask for Seb×MC caught in the rain so we can all experience wet hair Sallow drenched from head to toe? Some spiciness would be welcome if they, uh, decided to blink and idk, warm up, maybe. Thank you! Love you!

You ask, my girly, I give you 💚💦 I made Seb as wet as I possibly could, I hope you like it.

I wrote half of this yesterday, and the other half today, and it rained all day today actually so that was a nice way to set the mood!

— PAIRING: Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

— WARNINGS: smut, pussy worship, a bit of cock worship, fingering, multiple orgasms (kind of overstimulation), dirty talk, a bit of praise kink, and kind of possessive Sebastian but that's just Sebastian

— WORDCOUNT: 6.3k

They were still a half an hour's walk away from Hogwarts when the downpour began, and the little hoods on their school robes hardly did a thing to shield them. Sebastian’s drying spells were short-lived and hardly effective anyway, so they decided to stop their journey short and take refuge beneath a little outcropping of rocks by the road. It was coming down so hard now that everything in front of them was a frothy white curtain of rain.

“Should we look for some better place to wait this out?” she asked loudly, shivering in her soaked school robes.

“What, you’ll Revelio your way to some cave or something? Who knows how long that’ll take,” said Sebastian, shouting over the noise of the downpout.

“Well, it’s not like we could get any wetter!”

Sebastian chose not to make any remarks and turned his body away from her for a moment.

He could feel his teeth clanking in his mouth as he hugged himself. He squinted and tried to guess what was on the horizon, but there was no use. The rain was too dense, and his hair kept dripping into his eyes. As he tried to balance himself from one foot to the other, he could feel how soggy they were, and the more tightly he hugged himself, the more he felt the clothes sticking to his skin.

“Fine!” he said, turning to look at her again. “Fine, let’s try to find something… better than this,” he shrugged, his clothes splashing as his hands came back down harshly at his sides.

His friend smiled brightly, full of gratitude that he finally agreed with her idea. She took out her wand, and they went out together from the paltry cover of the rocks.

They ran aimlessly ahead, feet splashing in shallow puddles, hair sticking to their faces, and eventually they came across the river that ran near Hogsmeade. It used to be so thin, but now it ran quite deeper.

“At least we know where we are,” she said, looking back at Sebastian.

“Ugh, but where… Ah!” he said suddenly, turning to the left. “There’s a cave right upstream of it, I know it!”

“Great! Take us there,” she grinned.

Finally, some hope.

Sebastian hadn’t been that way in a while, but as long as they followed the river, they were sure to find it. A few Revelios later, and they came across the cave, a big dark mouth open in the downpour.

It was less of a cave and more of a hole in the ground, so short and stout that trees were growing above it, their roots curling like fingers around its rim and right inside across its ceiling. But it was deep enough that it could serve as cover, give them shelter while they waited. The pair caught their breaths after running straight for it, stopping only a few feet inside. They turned and looked at the curtain of water that protected them from the outside world, and wiped the raindrops off their faces with cold hands.

“We might be here a while,” she said, squeezing out her braid of hair.

“Worst case, we’ll miss dinner,” said Sebastian, breathing deeply as he rested his hands on his hips. “It’ll be dark in an hour or so…”

They took their robes off and squeezed the water off them too, casting warming spells but keeping them mild enough to not catch anything on fire. Sebastian sat on a rock and started untying his boots, turning them over to drain the water out. The girl laughed when she saw him, and sat down to do the same.

Sebastian smiled, and looked at her. His wet hair hung down in spikes over his forehead, water still dripping off it onto his nose and cheeks. She didn’t look much better, loose tendrils sticking to her cheeks, her face all dripping as if she had been crying, her school shirt transpar—

Oh, but she did look better.

Sebastian felt his face warm up. Before his thoughts took him too far, he looked back down again. Without thinking, he began to take his socks off, squeezing them dry and laying them flat beside him. His cold toes flexed on the rock as he crouched above it, and he hugged his knees to his chest.

“Oh, good idea,” she said.

He looked up and saw her taking her stockings off too, peeling them from the knees down. Sebastian stared open-mouthed for a moment, before he shut it and looked away again.

For a second.

And then he looked again.

Her long school skirt covered her legs almost all the way down to the ankles, but it was still a beautiful sight… His gaze crawled up and down her figure as she bent and freed her cold little feet, holding the soggy stockings up to warm them with a spell.

“I… I can try to make a fire, you know,” he offered with a more quiet and timid voice than was typical of him.

“Really?” she asked, not even turning, but he could hear her smile in the echo of the shallow cave. “I don’t think this situation calls for a Confringo.”

“I’d be careful,” he insisted, frowning at her distrust.

She shrugged, her back turned to him. “Do it if you want to. But I don’t need it. I’m starting to warm up as it is.”

The only sound to fill the cave was the pouring of the rain outside which never, never stopped.

Sebastian sighed. “Fine,” he said, not too happily.

He didn’t know why, but he wanted to make a fire for her. He wanted her to want it. Something inside of him was desperate to be seen as adequate by her — probably because she was his best friend besides Ominis, or because he looked up to her so much, or because he… He just… He just wished she needed him for something.

Sulking, Sebastian turned around and started pulling out his bowtie without thinking. He slapped it against his hand petulantly, pretending to dry it. Behind him, there was only silence… He unbuttoned his vest and laid it out flat on the side of the rock he sat on, then mindlessly started squeezing at the hanging sleeves of his shirt. From the corner of his eye he saw a still figure, like a shadow against the white rain, and he looked over his shoulder.

She stood there, staring in something like amazement, her face a little flushed. She was oddly… quiet.

Oh. He was being indecent…

Sebastian bit his lip and looked down at himself, dressed in only his white shirt and trousers now… Scandalous.

“D-do you mind?” he asked quietly, expecting her to… what? turn around? look away?

“No,” she said, and kept on looking.

Sebastian grinned timidly. He faced the cave wall again, sitting with his back to her, and began unbuttoning his shirt. He could hear her gasp in the silence.

His heart was nearly beating out of his chest and he knew he was sporting an embarrassingly hot blush… Slowly, he turned slightly and looked at her over his shoulder, wet hair falling over his eyes, and smiled. Well, if she didn’t want him to make a fire, she was going to see him get dry the old-fashioned way…

“Seb-bastian,” she mumbled, sounding a little bit afraid, a little outraged, but also curious underneath all that.

“Hm? Is there a problem?” he asked, sounding as innocent as he could. It was a tone of voice he used often when he got in trouble.

He saw her blush and look away, hugging herself, and he smirked. In a mad moment of confidence he turned around, his feet braced against the rock, and undid the last few buttons, tugging the shirt out from his trousers. Even that pull felt wet. It licked across his abdomen, folds kissing his shoulders as he eased the shirt off his body. Swaths of it caressed his back like light wet palms as he finally took it off, and placed it down.

Her gaze was timidly on him again, peeking from the corner of her eyes beneath those wet and matted lashes.

“It’s alright,” said Sebastian quietly, like speaking to a forest creature. “You can look. It’s just like… like after Quidditch practice, right?”

But the boys and girls changed in different rooms and they never saw each other. It wasn’t at all the same, and yet she didn’t point it out. She just kept looking.

Sebastian breathed in, and out, leaning back and bracing himself on his arms as he watched her, and let her watch him. His hair dripped over his shoulders now, droplets falling from his chin to his chest, down the little divots there, sliding down like snakes in wilder and wilder curves to soak his trousers.

She turned to look a bit more fully, her arms still tight around herself. Even in the shadow of the cave, she could see the freckles on his shoulders, a few stray ones on his chest peeking out among the gold-brown hairs, and she smiled.

“What are you smiling at?” asked Sebastian with amusement.

“How much your body matches your face,” she said timidly, but teasingly too.

“Well, I would hope it does,” he said, looking down at himself. “Does… does yours?” he asked.

She froze.

Perhaps it had been a mistake to say it… “N-nevermin—” he started.

But then her hands unfolded from their tight grip and she tugged at her little tie. Before Sebastian could get off the rock, she started unbuttoning her shirt.

He cursed and looked down when his toes sank into the mud, but he no longer cared. When he looked up again, he saw that she had paused, as if scared by his sudden movements.

“Don’t stop,” he begged.

Sebastian stepped forward slower as his friend continued unbuttoning her shirt. His eyes, however, were not fixed on her body — this body that she revealed to him for the first time — but on her eyes. They were so much more vulnerable than her exposed, wet, and trembling body, so unguarded, so frail — and they looked into his eyes too, not at his naked chest, skin prickling with cold, dripping with teasing raindrops, speckled and blushing and tight, or his arms that tensed with the desire to hold her, or his thick neck that swallowed unspoken words as he approached her.

“Are you going to take it all off?” Sebastian asked with an air of… concern, actually. Did he remotely deserve this? “Are you going to take it off… for me?”

She paused and bit her lip, her fingers frozen halfway down the garment.

“W-would you?” he begged, one step closer. “Please?”

She looked up at him again.

“I… I’d like to see,” he said.

By the time she had unbuttoned herself all the way, Sebastian stood before her. He looked down almost pained at the intensity of the moment, but had only reverence in his gaze for what he saw.

“You’re really pretty,” he whispered with a trembling smile, standing close enough to touch.

“T-thanks,” she said awkwardly.

“No, you’re… you’re beautiful, in fact,” he sighed.

His hands itched to touch her, but he waited for her to take her shirt off on her own. She pulled it free of the tight waist of her skirt, peeled it back, and eased it off her arms. She moved almost as if she was expecting Sebastian to tell her to put it back on, which was a risible idea to him. He looked at her revealed body in wonder, his full lips open dumbly as he stared. Beneath her shirt was a soaked chemise which stuck to her like a second skin. It concealed nothing.

“Oh,” was the only thing he could say.

She stepped back, blushing fiercely, not knowing really what to do with herself. Perhaps she felt a little stupid too, but before she could do anything, Sebastian leaned in, took the shirt out of her hand, threw it on a rock behind, and cupped her wet face in his palm.

“Can I kiss?” he asked. “You, I mean. C-can I kiss you?”

“Yes?” she answered, her wide eyes staring into his.

He wasn’t sure she had really heard what he’d said or understood the question, but it didn’t matter anymore.

Sebastian leaned down, and touched his lips to hers, and drank the raindrops off her mouth. His hands were shaking. He swallowed the knot in his throat as he quietly kept his lips slotted to hers, eyes closed tightly — as if to open them would shatter the moment. But then he heard her give a little moan, and his heart broke — was she upset? was she offended? did she change her mind

When he dared part from her, he looked down at her a bit dazed, terrified that… that he’d made a mistake, that he’d gone too far… But then she licked her lips.

“Was that good?” he asked with a smile.

“Was, yes” she mumbled. “I mean, it… it was…”

Sebastian grinned and cupped both of her cheeks in his hands. His fingers felt the hair at the back of her head still dripping wet, and at his naked chest he felt the heat coming off her body. His lust was drowned in how much love he felt for her. Gingerly, he brushed his thumbs over her cheekbones.

“Would you let me see… more?” he asked.

He could see some conflict taking place inside of her, and a similar one was fought inside himself: this wasn’t a decent thing to ask of a girl, and it wasn’t a decent thing to ask of a friend, but he didn’t want to be just her friend anymore, and it seemed she didn’t want that either…

She couldn’t look up at him when she nodded her consent.

Sebastian smiled so brightly he felt his cheeks hurt. He leaned down and kissed her again, as gently as could be, and whispered ‘thank you’ against her lips before they parted. He pulled away enough to look down at her chest.

With the tips of his fingers, he tugged the chemise out of her skirt. She raised her arms to help him, and then that garment too was thrown behind her.

“I love seeing you wet,” he sighed with a dreamy smile.

The water drops followed the most delicious trail down her neck and her clavicles and her breasts, around and over and between them and to her tense little buds and then… dripping off her tips. He wanted to lick them dry. Instead, he only leaned down to kiss them.

He placed his lips reverentially on the centre of her chest while his hands cupped her naked waist, then he leaned down and kissed her, and kissed her, and kissed her breasts all the way to the tight little berries at the top: first the right one, then the left. They felt hard on his tongue and if he didn’t control himself Sebastian was sure he would’ve bitten them. He wanted to have her as deep in his mouth as possible. He heard her breathing frantically as his mouth worked on her and he could hear how fast her heart was beating, like a drum right next to his ears. His own heart was thumping too. He moaned as he nuzzled her soft, delicate flesh, teeth grazing teasingly on the round bottoms of her breasts and then up, up, until he could suckle on her peaks.

“Sho shweet,” he mumbled mindlessly with one of her nubs between his lips.

She giggled as his smile tickled her. Sebastian’s heart bloomed in his chest when he felt her fingers cradling his head from behind. He circled her waist with his broad hands, pulling her more tightly to him, holding her against him, skin on skin, and kept worshipping her chest.

“I love your skin,” he rambled, kissing her right breast. “I love your body,” kissing the left one. “I love how soft you are, how sweet you smell, how —” he gave one long, wet, slow lick from the sweaty bottom of her breast to the puckered little bud which he took back in his mouth, “— how perfect you feel on my tongue.”

“My Sebastian…” she gasped, back arching into his kisses while she held onto his hair in a possessive grip.

“I love you,” he whispered mindlessly, eyes closed, mouth full. “I love you…”

“I love you too,” she said quickly, bowing her head to gratefully kiss the top of his head.

They held onto each other while he pleasured her with licks and kisses. Once he felt her tips were appropriately hard, on the verge of painful, Sebastian leaned back and released her with a teasing pull and a wet pop. He moaned as he licked the taste of her body off his lips.

He straightened himself, and his hands slid slowly down to the her skirt. “May I take this off too?” he asked. “It’s a real question… You can say no…”

“No,” she said. “I mean, not no, I mean, yes...”

He chuckled and kissed her lips again. She smiled against his mouth while his fingers worked their way down the buttons of her school skirt. They fumbled awkwardly, unfamiliar with how the garment worked, but eventually, he slid it off her hips enough that he could take it off. She was only in her drawers now, and —

“Oh sweet goodness…” He could see her through them. “I want them off,” he mumbled, looking greedily at the lower half of her body. “I want them off right now.”

His fingers went to untie her undergarments when, suddenly, she placed her hands on his. “You first,” she said in a hot whisper. “I w-want to see you too.”

Sebastian blushed, but bit his lip and nodded.

His hand went quite hurriedly to his trousers and, without even sitting down, he pulled them off, and took the drawers along with them. He didn’t even know where he threw them, because he was right next to her body again, pulling her tightly to him. Something about being seen by her — and her wanting to see him — destroyed and rebuilt his life all at once. He held her face tenderly and pressed all his need, his gratitude, his love into her mouth. All the while, he felt her hands go up around his body, past his shoulders, to his neck, to thread around his dripping hair and hold him.

“Sebastian,” she moaned, her large eyes gazing into his once he released her.

“What is it?” he asked with a warm smile.

She didn’t speak, but instead looked down between them — at the long stretch of his body, all naked, all exposed, at the thicket of dark curls around his loins and the straining manhood that sprung from it. It twitched at her, and she gasped at the sight.

“You want to look at it?” he grinned.

She nodded.

Sebastian swallowed his fears and decided he would do it. He’d done this much for her… he could do more. He kissed her forehead and then stepped back, leaning against the rock she had sat on before.

Still in her drawers but nothing else, she tip-toed through the mud to stand in front of him, hands covering her chest. She drank in greedy, shameless swaths of gazes at his body.

What confidence Sebastian had on the average day — which wavered now and then according to his moods — collapsed beneath her scrutiny. He looked down at the ground, at the mouth of the cave and the pouring rain outside, then back at her. Would she like him? Was he enough for her? But oh, she looked so hungrily at him… She’d never looked at him like that before, or if she did, it was so rare. His shaft swung a little bit when his muscles clenched, tip dripping on his stomach, and he felt his heavy sac tickling his thighs.

“Do you… do you like it?” he shrugged, feeling unbearably vulnerable.

“You’re fishing for compliments,” she pointed out.

“So what?”

“So stop it.”

“Alright,” he grinned. But by then, he could already tell she liked him. His eyes slid to her breasts, still tipped with those tight puckers that he’d caused.

She liked him.

She was close enough to touch, and just as Sebastian had the instinct to move away, she leaned in and kissed his chest. He gasped, his heart suddenly stopping. It never had a moment to recover because she kissed again: lower down his chest, and lower, down his stomach, and —

“Oh, don’t tease me!” he whimpered in an unworthy voice.

She smiled and stopped, but trailed a little finger up his thigh, scraping away the wetness, and looked into his eyes for a moment before she leaned down.

Sebastian stared in that dumb open-mouthed way again as she shamelessly looked at him. It was almost like she was back in class for something… It was a look of wonder, and curiosity, and… and…

And she touched him, just a light finger trailing up his tense manhood.

“Aaah!” he cried, head tilted back before he caught his breath and looked back down again.

With one warm hand, she gripped his member and held it to the side against his tummy, and with the other she traced around his sac, through the messy wet curls there, just following the curves of his body. His legs trembled with tension, and he could feel his member begin to leak again, lazy dollops tickling their way down toward her little fingers. She wiped the rain away from the curve of his swollen globes, down where his torso met his thigh, and then again on the other side, holding his length firmly with one hand while caressing him gently with the other.

“So soft,” she smiled to herself, her eyes greedily observing this very delicate part of him.

“Do you want to kill me?” Sebastian bit out, chuckling awkwardly as he stood still and let her play with him.

She giggled and bit her lip, cupping him in his palm. He groaned, breathing out heavily, and leaned back against the rock as he spread his legs a little more.

He felt two fingers trail his fat globes, feeling their way around, and then she started trailing them beneath his sac. For a moment, he was scared that she had a… different aim, and he blushed fiercely and panicked, but then she stopped just at his taint and cupped him, quietly and gently, in her hand.

“It’s warm…” she whispered.

“Yeah…”

“And full…”

“Good grief, please stop,” Sebastian whined. “Or else I’ll do something that’s going to embarrass us both.”

The hand that held his shaft squeezed it a little, almost testing how firm it was, and in passing she teased a finger over his hole. Sebastian’s whole body shivered, but she paid him no mind. Her fingers, still holding on tightly, went down his member, pulling the soft skin away, and she gasped so sharply he felt the warm breath of her mouth fan over his tip. He leaked again, right before her eyes.

“Please,” Sebastian whimpered.

With a lick of her lips, she gentled her hand across his loins from top to bottom with one last caress, then let go of him and rose to her feet again.

“You have to show me,” said Sebastian, scrambling to take her in his arms and kiss her again. “Show y-yourself to me,” he begged between kisses.

She whined deep in her throat, but couldn’t bring herself to deny him.

Sebastian kissed her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders, as he gently guided her to where he’d just been, against that long, curved rock, and made sure she was steady. He looked into her eyes as his hands cupped her hips, and, giving her enough time to change her mind, he finally untied her drawers. The air was loud with their breaths and the rain that kept pouring outside the cave as he undressed her. He looked into her eyes while he pulled them down her hips, her thighs, her legs, and then he had to lean down to take them off her feet in such a way that they wouldn’t get muddied. Oh, and when he saw her…

“You’re so pretty,” he gasped, his face levelled with her waist. “So beautiful…”

“Don’t talk like that,” she moaned, hiding her face in her hands.

Without even looking, he placed her discarded drawers on the rock beside her, then stayed right where he was, balancing on his feet with his hands beside her thighs.

“I could look at you for ages…”

“Well, don’t.”

“Don’t?” he smirked, looking up at her — but her face was still hidden by her hands. “What would you like me to do instead?”

“Sebastian!”

“Any ideas?”

“I… I don’t know…”

He sighed as he looked at her again — at her most sensitive, most hidden parts. His touch was soft as he caressed up her thighs, fingers gliding to the place he yearned to pleasure. The wetness that was left on her legs pooled in the webbing between his thumb and index as he scraped her skin in one long upwards stroke. He moved a little closer, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her stomach.

“So beautiful,” he whispered — mostly to himself — “more beautiful than I imagined, more beautiful than I thought you could be…”

“Don’t say that,” she mumbled, her fingers finally slipping down to grip her neck in an attempt to calm her breathing. “It’s not beautiful, it’s just… it’s…”

“It is,” he said roughly, frowning up at her.

“Seb—”

“Say it is, or I’ll leave.”

“You can’t—”

“Say it, or I’ll stop,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her right hip teasingly. It tasted of sweetness and salt and rain. His tongue slid out to lick it. “Say...”

“It’s… beautiful,” she mumbled.

“That’s right! It is,” he hummed.

His hands cupped her hips now, thumbs resting just at the top corners of her mound. Her tummy was still dripping wet. Stray drops were scattered messily over her curls, between her thighs, everywhere. Sebastian’s manhood twitched in yearning as he trailed a thumb just on the surface of that dampened tuft, and then went lower. His eyes never left her girlhood as he did so, staring right at her most intimate of places with a hard and greedy look while his hand stayed tender, his touch soft, his fingers slow.

Without a thought to himself, Sebastian kneeled in the mud, his knees sinking just a bit but not too deeply, and he rested his rear on his heels. One hand cupped her hip, the other teased her.

“How close can I look?” he asked, gazing up into her eyes darkly beneath his thick lashes while fingers gently moved over the surface of her wet little girlhood.

“A-as close as y-ou want,” she muttered breathlessly.

Her hands were braced against the rock now, almost like she wanted to crawl away any minute, but she didn’t move. Her toes curled into the mud right between Sebastian’s knees.

He kissed her right thigh gratefully, and gently took his hand from her mound. With a stretch of his arm backwards and a wordless Accio, Sebastian summoned his drying clothes in a clump and arranged them behind her.

“There,” he said smiling, letting her lean back more comfortably.

She smiled at him and settled herself over his clothes, letting her back rest against them. They didn’t make much difference, but at least she could lay back under Sebastian’s care and not get scrapes along her spine.

Between her legs, he brought his attention back to where he wanted it — where she needed it. His right hand traced the edges of her folds, index resting on a plush one to feel it throb. He smiled cheekily at the feeling of her heartbeat, and moved his finger deeper. She gasped and spread her legs, giving Sebastian the space he needed to lean down a little more, and look.

“So soft,” he whispered, his eyes dark and greedy. “I can see you blushing here,” he smiled as his finger parted her folds a bit, revealing her hole to him. “So dark and flushed… Is it a little needy?”

“Sebastian,” she groaned, her eyes closing in shame.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” he chuckled.

His hands then both cupped her upper thighs, thumbs working to spread her flesh more. She throbbed again, and he could see her tight hole drip every time it winked open for him. He gasped at the sight.

“Does it like being looked at by me?” he asked, a sultry edge creeping into his voice. “Huh? Does this little hole like its owner being looked at this way by her best friend?”

“Seb—!”

He smirked and thumbed one plump fold away, letting his warm breath tickle her nub.

“Yes!” she gasped. “It… it likes being looked at,” she blushed, looking pleadingly down into Sebastian’s eyes.

“Then I should get a better look, should I?” he whispered, nuzzling her mound. It left the tip of his nose wet.

He pulled away and slowly leaned down more, his eyes fixed on that most secret of places, fingers working her open. She was damp and throbbing all over, her flesh warm and swollen and painfully shy.

“Is this your first time being seen?” he murmured in a rougher voice, something between compassion and possessiveness.

“It is,” she mumbled. Her hands were at her neck again, her breasts hidden behind her folded arms.

“Good,” he said, petting her with a thumb.

He breathed her in, smelling her lust, watching patiently while her intimate flesh suffered — his did too, in sympathy. The tip of his manhood tickled his stomach, and between his thighs his swollen sac throbbed, but he was too distracted by seeing these tender places of hers to deal with himself right now.

“And does it want me to touch it too?” he whispered, leaning close enough to kiss. “Tell me, sweetheart… Tell me how it feels right now."

“It… Yes, it… it wants —”

“— Wants me to touch it?” he whispered teasingly, greedily.

“Yes…”

“Does it hurt you?”

“A little,” she moaned. “It won’t stop throbbing…”

“Oh, I can see that,” he chuckled. “This tiny hole of yours keeps winking at me. Wants something inside, doesn’t it?” he crooned in a mockingly sympathetic voice. “And look at that, that naughty little nub you have is so swollen...”

She buried her face in her hands and groaned.

“Shhh… I’ll give it what it wants,” he said, voice soft and warm while his hard gaze never left her. “Just a little touch… It’ll make you feel better.”

He had no idea whether that was true, but it felt like the right thing to say. He wanted to make her feel better, he wanted to make her feel amazing, and most importantly he wanted to be the one to do it.

Slowly, he brought his middle finger down to touch her. It tickled the surface of her folds before it eased its way between them, and then he dragged it back and forth all the way from her nub to her wet hole.

“Aaaah…” she gasped dreamily, her hips canting in his grasp.

“Is that good?” Sebastian asked with a little smirk, gazing up at her flushed face briefly before looking once again at her intimate place. “Does it like that? Hmm?” he teased. “It likes what your best friend is doing?”

“Seb!”

“It likes what I’m doing to it? Tell me…”

“Yes!” she breathed out, her voice shivering. “Yes… Sebastian…” She moaned and whimpered in such a light, distracted voice, as if he wasn’t even there, and he came to wonder whether she did this to herself at night, whispering his name…

His finger turned, palm facing upwards, so that he could now scrape her tight little nub better. He teased it with one long inward caress and right before pulling back, he curled his finger slightly and eased it just beyond the rim of her hole. With each slow rub, in and out and in and out, he worked himself deeper inside. He worked her slowly, so slowly she almost didn’t notice when he pierced her entrance properly. A fat wet dollop dribbled out just as he opened her, and he was there to see it. His breath caught in his throat.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, eye going wide.

“Sebastian!” she wailed. She widened her stance a little, legs spreading nervously as if she couldn’t find her place. “It… it needs a little more,” she pleaded.

“It does?” he teased her, already bracing the hand on her hip tighter. “Well, how could I refuse my best friend… my favourite girl…”

She blushed at the compliment, at the wrongness of it — because by now, they weren’t anything like friends anymore, and they both knew it. When she felt his finger going deeper, she yelped loudly before her hands clamped down over her mouth.

“So warm inside,” he whispered in wonder, “how are you so warm…?”

He kept his gaze on his middle finger digging deeper into her tight hole, making sure to scrap the sensitive tip of her nub with each back and forth stroke. The motions made her leak all over her thighs, and he could see them shaking, could see the muscles underneath go tense. His body was so hot all over, the raindrops on his back and chest all evaporated. His loins were throbbing fiercely, lonely and ignored, but nothing was more important to him than looking at her, than pleasuring her, than worshipping this secret part of her nobody else got to see but him...

Sebastian bit his lower lip and moaned as he worked his finger all the way down to the second knuckle, and saw her hole clench. It rebelled against taking more of him. He kept still, holding his finger there, and curled it gently, feeling as deep inside her as she let him… She was so tight. And then he felt a pull, like a shy suckle… And she throbbed.

“Sebastian!” the girl moaned. Her stomach tensed, back arching, and she let herself fall slowly over his clothes that cushioned her back against the rock. “Stay there, stay there…”

“I’m right here,” he reassured her, “I’m right here with you, sweetheart. My darling, my lovely girl… You’re so beautiful, every part of you is so beautiful, and all mine…”

She whimpered, her body shaking beyond her control in one long, tense orgasm.

“Mine to look at,” he murmured, praising her through her orgasm. “Mine to touch, mine to take care of…”

Sebastian pet her thigh with his free hand while he kept his finger there, inside her, letting her little hole nurse on it, comforting it while it convulsed under all that pleasure.

“I wish you would’ve shown me this part of yourself earlier,” he sighed, looking up into her face as he held her. “This secret part of you… I want to see more of it… Will you let me see more of it from now on?”

“I… I will,” she whimpered, breathing heavily as the sharp throbbing stopped. The pleasure gently washed away from her with every heartbeat.

“Every day?”

“Every single day, Seb…”

He grinned happily, brown eyes shining up at her. He looked down at her intimate place again and moved his finger a little to the side to see her nub while still penetrating her. In a moment of greed, he leaned in to place a suckling kiss on that little pearl, then gripped it between his teeth to hold it at his mercy and flicked his tongue against it.

“Aaaah!”

He’d just made her orgasm again, just a little one on the tail-end of her pleasure. A smug chuckle bubbled out of him at feeling her tighten again for a second.

Her channel throbbed punishingly around his finger, and he could feel it growing that much more wet, so wet it licked its way out of her and down to his knuckles. Once she was distracted and relaxed, her delectable pulsations done, he shove the finger gently higher, up, up until the end, until he cupped her pearl in his hand.

“Sebastian!” she gasped, her bleary eyes gazing up at him from her lazy laying back. She sounded pleasured, and a little scandalised to feel him that deep inside.

Without a word, he stood up while he kept her pierced around his finger, and leaned down to kiss her mouth.

“Remember what you promised,” he said quietly against her lips.

“What?” she asked dreamily.

He kissed her again, lips caressing hers with nothing but love. “You’d let me see more of you.”

“Yes,” she smiled, barely saying it before his mouth covered her own again.

“And every day, too.”

“That might be an issue.”

He quieted her with another kiss. “There’s a lot of you to see?” he said with a cocked brow.

“Is that so?”

“And you can see me too,” he offered — sounding a little shy, and hopeful…

“I want that,” she sighed, leaning up to kiss him back.

“Good,” he smiled. Between her legs, his finger started thrusting gently back and forth. “So good…”

Outside their shallow cave, the rain had gentled to a hazy shower. On the far horizon, where the clouds ended, the sunset was a dark soft pink, and all around them, for miles and miles, there were only empty fields. They felt alone in the world — so happily, happily alone.

#sswallow;answers #localravenclaw #Sebastian Sallow #hl #Sebastian Sallow fanfiction #Sebastian Sallow imagine #Sebastian Sallow smut #Sebastian Sallow x reader #Sebastian Sallow x MC #sswallow;made a thing #sswallow;fanfics

[padfootdaredmetoo]

I come with requests (pls). You can decide if it has smut or not but-

SHERLOCK (ENOLA HOLMES VERSION) IS TALKING TO IRENE AND Y/N IS JEALOUS CUZ HE SEEMS TO FLIRT WITH HER N STUFF.

Again, you can decide if there's smut or anything but I NEED this fic.

It would be greatly appreciated as I need another reason to listen to Reputation.

Hey Anon,

Again I'm incredibly sorry you had to wait so long. Hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Smutt, dom / sub vibes, arguing

The whole situation was wrong. You stood in the doorway of Sherlock’s apartment, the apartment you recently had to move into. The woman seemed to enjoy your startled expression, her eyes were dark and there was a smirk ghosting on her red lips. 

“This is-” Sherlock started his eyes fixed on the woman, to your relief he had kept his distance. He was leaning against the fireplace mantel. 

“Oh, I know who she is.” Her eyes narrowed, and her body was sprawled across the couch. “I’m Irene, an old friend of Sherlock’s,” She said moving her gaze back to him. 

You wanted to throttle her, wishing that women’s issues could be settled like men. Instead, you smiled brightly. 

“If I knew we were having guests I would have put something together. I’ll put the kettle on.” You moved into the kitchen. 

“No need darling. I'm not here for tea.” She uncrossed her legs and sat upright. “I came here for business.” 

Then it started. You stayed on the edge of the room as the two started to banter. Crime scenes, clues, motives, both trying to get the upper hand. You struggled to keep up as they argued, one thing was glaringly obvious. The tension in the room was palpable. You felt the electricity and it made you sick to your stomach. 

They were an inch away from each other, Sherlock looking unimpressed and cold, while she looked like she was savoring every moment of the interaction. 

“Maybe you should look a little closer, somewhere in the woods maybe?” 

“Moriarty-” 

“Sends his regards.” She whispered her eyes focused on his lips. Part of you felt like you should intervene, and the other part of you felt like slinking away. This was so embarrassing, he seemed to forget about your existence altogether. Part of you knew it was because he wanted the missing information from the case he was working on, but the rest of you couldn't feel that logic. 

You were swallowed up by his lack of concern for you. He looked and acted as if he was single, he was doing exactly what she wanted him to do. 

She turned on her heel and left, slamming the door behind her causing you to jump. Your stomach and chest were tight, but you would rather be shot than let him see that he had hurt you. 

You moved to the bedroom and shut the door, locking it even though you knew he would probably be sitting there sorting through her riddles. 

You grabbed a bag stuffing it with clothes, anger seeping out of you. It was going to be a huge mess if you went to your sister's place like this but you didn’t care. Any place was better than here. 

You opened the bedroom door and to no surprise, he was sitting there staring out the window. Muttering under his breath. He never liked being interrupted when he was like this. So you walked across the living space towards the front door. 

“Where are you going?” He asked exhaling smoke from his pipe. 

“Doesn't matter.” You shrugged. 

“Of course, it matters.” He stood up fully attentive now. 

“No -” 

“She just gave us the missing clue, Morarity is--” 

“Is a fucking ponce. I don't have time for this Sherlock. I can't do this,” You slipped a little then took a deep breath making your way closer to the door. 

His large frame blocked you and you were surprised that he was making such an effort to keep you there. He looked like he was struggling to explain something. 

“You're angry. I don't understand why.” This made your blood boil.  “But Moriarty wants you.” 

“I’m glad someone does.” You bit back. His face was stern and you knew he wasn't going to let you leave and a part of you was happy to argue.  

“You don’t think I want you.” His voice was just above a snarl, and his eyes were dark. His anger had the opposite effect on your body, your pulse raced and you suddenly felt a few degrees too hot. His glare was consuming and you hated him for how attractive it was. 

“Obviously not. She was all over you, and you - you - you - just let her. Right in front of me - you didnt even -” He leaned his face closer to yours and your words cut off.

“She wants you to run out of here angry. There’s a delivery carriage just up the street that hasn't moved since she got here.”Sherlock whispered. “She’s already left, thinking you’d run out of here. We have the upper hand.” 

You thought about what he was saying, there was plenty of logic. The way her eyes would land on you periodically despite flirting with Sherlock. She was obvious too obvious about it. You still felt like fighting. 

“I don’t like this.” You gritted your teeth. Many converstations had recently been had over the many ups and downs of the life he lead. How you were attched to him publicly now due to a careless misstep. Now you understood his reluctance all these months. 

Moving in with him was the safest option. You didnt realise how angry all of that made you, how your private life was boiled down and sold as broth for everyone to consume. Somthing so dear to you, you knew deep down you wouldnt want to live without him. You closed your eyes, you wanted him. But the world needed him. All those murdered women, cases left unsolved completley neglected until he would show up. 

He was doing what was right. A thought that comforted the anger you felt at the loss of control. 

“Then let me make it up to you.” He said through gritted teeth. A voice in the back of your mind told you to run away from the darkness in his eyes. Your body stood frozen in place, welcoming his rage. 

He closed the space between the two of you and gripped your jaw tightly. You looked up at him with wide eyes, he was so angry. His mouth crashed into yours and you felt yourself slip away into blissful submission. 

This wasn't normal for you. When you wanted to fight you let him have it. You would shout at him and was always secretly grateful that he could take it. He never tried to take advantage, letting you express your emotions freely. Normally without consequence. But his hands were warm and gripping at your flesh madly.

You felt like you should make an effort to push back, try to take some control back. But your body had a mind of its own. You wanted him to make it up to you, and for once you didn’t want to be the one thinking and doing.  

You let him ravish you, pulling apart the front of your dress. His mouth biting the flesh along your breastbone. He pushed you against the living room wall, and a crashing sound was noted in your periphery but you didnt have the brain power to care. He used his knee to press his way between your legs. His hand ran up the inside of your thigh bringing your skirts up higher. 

His mouth tenderly sucked in a nipple causing you to knot your fingers in his hair. A groan escaped your lips, your eyes fluttered closed and the last of your thoughts faded away. 

Your mind was singularly focused on receiving his touch. He placed one last sharp bite against the base of your neck before picking you up. He kissed you messily as he carried you back to the bedroom. Kocking over piles of books and experiments. The place would be a disaster after but you didnt care. His large body somehow managed to safely navigate the chaos before reaching the bedroom. He threw you down on the bed and quickly discarded your dress. His body was on yours in the span of a breath, he wasn't going to risk letting you sober up and snap back to reality. 

A faint warning sounded that there were still men waiting outside the house… That thing could be dangerous. The thought only made you wetter. 

Your mind went blank as you felt his mouth on your clit. No warm-up, no warning. Your legs snapped shut and you let out a scream. Your hips bucked and he placed a hard slap to the side of your thigh. 

You were getting close, your voice was loud. He moved away and you tried to push his face back down. He resisted you easily. With a fluid motion, he had moved his whole length inside you. The stretch was almost enough to make you orgasm. 

“Not yet.” He snarled, thrusting inside you wildly. His large hand cradled your neck with a delicious grip, his teeth sinking into the flesh under your collarbone once more.  

The pain and pleasure was too much for you. Your hips met his every thrust desperate for his command. Your throat was sore from crying out. 

His thrusts became harder and deeper, stealing the air from your lungs. Your whole body was tensing up.

“Cum” he growled into your ear and your body contracted and seized. The pressure was unbearable, he forced his way in and out of your tight cunt, finding his own release. 

After an eternity your body finally collapsed into nothingness. The most soothing nothingness. 

Sherlock collapsed onto the bed next to you. Pulling you against his naked body tightly. You let him move your limp body, still not able to grasp the world. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered into your hair. His voice was thick with grief, and you shuddered against the sudden cold that moved against your skin. “I will send you to Frace, there is a monastery there -” 

“Stange thing to do to a woman before banishing her to live with nuns” You mumbled rubbing your cheek against the hair on his chest. 

“I can keep you safe.” He sighed heavily. 

“Perfectly safe here. He’ll find me if you send me away, better to stay next to you. Handle this like every other case.” You were very proud of the contributions you made to the cases you had helped with.

___________

The man shifted looking down at his watch once again. The lady never left the apartment. He felt antsy, Moriarty made it very clear how he deals with disobedience, the last thing he wanted was to end up another case file on Sherlock’s desk. 

He didnt really want this job. He looked at the apartment window through his side-view mirror. Guilt hit him at the thought of kidnapping a woman. His brother had made it very clear that this was the only way to pay off his debts. The thought of his nephew and sister-in-law, made him stay in his seat. 

Stupid family. 

After a long while he got down from the carriage. He ran up the stairs and was hit with the sounds of crashing and screaming without his better judgment opened the apartment door.  221B, just like in the papers. 

To his astonishment, the place was trashed. Books, instruments, broken glass, and various liquids thrown across the hardwood. The sound of the woman’s screams made his stomach drop. Sounds like maybe someone else was hired, in case she went the other way or something. With a heavy sense of guilt, the man turned and shut the door behind him. He ran down the street leaving the carriage there. Maybe whoever else was on the mission would go back for it.

Thinking one last bitter thought about his family, he got on the next train out of London. He sat on the train and said a prayer for the poor woman, pledging never to get involved with such things again.

#sherlock holmes #Enola holmes #Sherlock holmes #henry cavill #Sherlock Holmes X reader #Henry Cavill Sherlock x reader #Enola Holmes fanfiction #sherlock holmes oneshot #enola holmes oneshot

[spooblet]

Reader should pull a Rick and Morty and find a way to turn themselves into worm (around Wolfwood) to test that theory😂 it’s an important question after all….

Technically…first request?  I actually like this concept, so I'll just write one of Wolfwood. unless you also want me to write one with Vash and Knives then I'll gladly do those as well. ❤️❤️❤️

I turned myself into a worm, Nicholas…

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Morning light came through the window curtains, hitting Wolfwood’s eyes. An annoyed grunt was released through him as he pulled the covers over him to avoid the shining ray. There was no question that Wolfwood wasn’t a morning person, but if there was one thing he was looking forward to, it was opening his eyes and seeing (Y/n) first thing of the day. That was until he noticed (Y/n) wasn’t there by him. The moment his arm reached the other side and landed on the soft mattress; he began to panic a little. Maybe (Y/n) have woken up and used the bathroom? But he didn’t hear the door close or any sounds of movement during his sleep. Now Nicholas was fully panicking as he got out of bed and scanned the room. 

“(Y/n)? Babe?” Wolfwood called out, but there was nothing in response. 

“Dammit…Don’t tell me…” He muttered to himself annoyed as he started to put on his clothes. 

The moment Wolfwood put his shoes on, the rays that sneaked through the curtains were no longer on the surfaces, as if the sky had turned off in mere seconds. He turned around towards the window and opened up the blinds. 

“...Jesus Christ…”

Nicholas was now standing in front of a Sandsworm, its head lying on the sand while its body was dug deep into the surface. Although it was too early for civilians to be awake to notice the large creature being near its city, Nicholas still wanted to kill it before it went in and destroyed everything around it. He grabs his punisher cross and removes the belted sheets as he walks closer to the worm. 

“Alright…be a good little wormy and stay still so I can kill ‘ya easy-peasy…” He raises his weapon as the lasers start to heat up, Nicholas aims it directly toward the head of the Sandstorm until he hears a familiar voice. 

“WAIT!” 

Wolfwood turned around, then his whole surroundings. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), where the hell are you!?” He shouted as he continued to look for his lover, making sure they weren’t in the danger zone once he took care of the sandworm. 

“Up here, dummy!” 

He looked up and his blood ran cold. Is (Y/n)...INSIDE of the worm? It only made sense now: they weren’t there when he woke up, nor in the motel room they were staying in. They must have gone out and gotten eaten up by the worm somehow…right? 

“(Y/n)! Whatever you do, just stay there! I’ll aim for the head!” He raised his weapon once more until another voice broke his concentration.

“NO! Up! Here! Nicholas! Do I really have to spell it out for you!?” 

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Nicholas argued back looking up with a mixture of concern and annoyance as (Y/n) kept messing with his mojo. 

“I AM the worm!”

“....What!?” 

At this point Nicholas lowered the punisher cross as the laser slowly dyed down a little, disengaging. 

“I know! Isn’t it cool!?” 

The sandworm…in this case, (Y/n) raised its wormy head and wiggled a little as a sign of excitement. This displayed only gave Wolfwood an overwhelming mixture of confusion, disbelieve, relief, concern, and slightly disgusted. 

“The hell did you do, (Y/n)!?” He shouted at the…his lover (?). 

“Well, all I did was wake up, decided to have a little walk outside, and then, like a force field, I ran towards the open field and turned into a worm…Hey! This could make traveling faster now-”

“There’s no way I’m riding your…slimy back!” He protested. He still can’t believe that THIS is his partner. Nicolas refused to. “This better be a sick twisted prank! You’re just in the worm’s mouth aren’t you!?” 

“Want me to prove it?” The moment the sandworm laid its head back down and opened its mouth in front of Wolfwood, it was harder and harder to ignore it now, (Y/n) turned into a worm…literally!

“Now answer me this, Nico…Would you still love me if I was a worm?” 

Nicholas jolted up from a familiar mattress, his blood ran cold as he controlled his breathing, sweating more than usual. He looked around the surroundings and saw the motel room (Y/n) and he was staying in. It was a dream…or rather a nightmare for him truly. Which can only be official once he turns to his side and sees (Y/n) resting next to him. Not a slimy, large, disgusting creature but rather the most beautiful person he fell in love with. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around (Y/n), pulling them close to his chest as he rested his stubbly chin on top of their head, causing them to wake up. 

“Wha–is it morning already?” They wrapped their arms around his waist as they shifted their position to a much comfortable one, know that Nicholas cuddled them closely. 

“Naw…Just go back to sleep, babe, it’s still dark out.” He responded quietly as he planted a gentle kiss on their non-slimy forehead then drifted back to sleep.

#wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #trigun x reader #trigun stampede #trigun stampede x reader

[starkwub]

This Is Love

(Tw. Starkercest, uncle/nephew, non-con/dub-con vibes)

Okay so I wrote this last night and kept it drafted because it turned out a bit darker than I usually go for, but alas I slept on it and am feeling much better about it :). I also couldn't decide between non and dub con, so I tagged both at the top there to play it safe. Probably going to tag it in a similar way on AO3 as well ^^

(Also starkercest anon, if you're seeing this and aren't a fan of the darker stuff I do have other drafts that are a bit more consensual and kinky that I'm working on too XD)

WC: 3,215

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The familiar sound of train tracks kept Peter awake that night. He supposed the sound of a gentle oscillating fan as well as the memories of the night prior to his reclusive sleeping arrangements also didn't allow him to fall asleep either.

His mother and her boyfriend were down the hall, as were his aunt and her husband, the grandparents who owned the home, as well as his uncle (although he was currently MIA from the function).

Tony should be here--and yet, nothing. His laughter could not be heard at the dinner table nor around the tree. His stupid expensive car wasn't parked in the driveway alongside everyone else's cheap rides--and his bag wasn't by the couch where he usually took to resting it.

Peter sighed and continued resting on his back with his feet nearly dangling over the edge of the bed, and as his mind wandered to the times when his favorite yet illusive uncle was normally home, he heard the sound of a car door shut and a gentle grunt of frustration through the crack in his window.

"Stupid ice.."

Peter shot up in the bed which warranted his vision going dark and his head pounding for a few staggering moments before he stood and as quickly, and quietly as he could manage--walked out of his room, down the creaking stairs (though he knew stepping on the outer edges made it less noticeable), and through the living room towards the front door.

There was a jingling from a key fob on the other side but Peter was already unlocking it and muttering through the chill that he felt from the cold night air hitting his warm cheeks.

Tony jumped when he noticed, "Peter?? What the hell..what are you doing up?" came an urgent whisper, but his uncle was already walking past Peter before he had the chance to reply.

"Couldn't sleep." He confessed idly and continued on after he heard Tony's car lock from the driveway, "What are you doing here so late?"

"My flight got delayed--didn't your mom mention it?"

She most definitely had not because Peter would remember hearing anything that had to do or was in any way related to Tony.

Why hadn't she mentioned anything?

"No she..it must've slipped her mind. When did you text? She might not have seen it if it was later in the day." He tried, though when he noticed Tony's face scrunch up and contort in a sour sort of way, he knew that hadn't been the case.

"I called her--had a whole five minute conversation about it and everything."

Tony sighed heavily as he untied his shoes and placed them near the rest of the others and shot the front door a hard look.

"You lock it?" and as Peter nodded, eager to please as always, Tony nodded as well.

"Good, good.."

The silence that wore on in-between them was something that he'd experienced before. It was mildly awkward and a tad..tension filled, though he wasn't sure how exactly to describe the latter feeling. It often kept him up at night after getting home from family functions such as this--leading him to feel just a tad bit crazy which thankfully always passed on after a while apart.

Peter often would stare at family photos and the curt short messages the both of them had sent betwixt themselves in the dead of night when he felt particularly strange.

But why.. Peter began to ponder, shivering a bit from the cold air that brushed against his bare hair covered legs.

"Where you sleeping at?" Tony suddenly asked in the same whispered tone as before, making Peter's gaze snap up to see his uncle placing his bag against the usual foot end of the couch.

"Oh um..just upstairs like usual."

Tony nodded again.

He's so quiet tonight..though Peter supposed it made sense considering the time.

He also was, to his knowledge and hopeful guessing, completely sober. normally Tony got more talkative after a couple drinks--especially with him. Perhaps he just had nerves like Peter did, though he didn't think he was all too intimidating.

Peter shuffled into the kitchen and noted the glaringly green time staring back at him from the stove.

11:46

I guess it isn't too late..he wondered as he brought his arms up to cross across his chest, feeling the familiar chill of the house once more. He should've put on a robe (if he had one, that is).

A hand, shocking in its placement as well as its warmth came to rest across his back--it could only have belonged to Tony. Why was Tony putting his hand on him? Peter had grown so intensely accustomed to their 'singular hug at the end of the visit'. This, though, was foreign. It was unexpected and felt in many ways strangely intimate.

Peter knew that probably wasn't the right word to use in relation to his uncle--but how else was he supposed to describe it? It wasn't like he was trying to be weird or anything..

When Tony let his hand fall away he couldn't help but let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding and turned towards his uncle who was staring at the time as well.

"We should probably get to bed, hm?"

We?

"Y-Yeah."

His uncle seemed to sway just a tad too close when he hummed because as suddenly as the familiar strange feeling began to get worse, Peter was turning and watching his uncle's back return to the couch.

It was strange, the way Tony made him feel.

Peter's bare feet padded across the hardwood flooring till he was at the foot of the stairs and staring into the darkness towards where he knew the couch to be. He could see a subtle outline of a person, but nothing more than that. He'd thought to go get his eyes checked out but just hadn't gotten around to it yet.

"Goodnight Peter." He heard from the figure in a whispered huskier tone, and Peter nodded in the dark to comply with the underlying 'you can leave now' message that his uncle was sending his way.

"Goodnight Uncle Tony." and with that, began the hesitant and quiet walk up the stairs. Thankfully nobody had woken up, he thought as he shut his temporary bedroom's door shut with a gentle click.

He was glad to have his uncle in the house. He also wanted to say he felt just a tad bit safer, though he was also the one that slept with the window open, so safety mustn't have been such a huge concern.

He also couldn't..shut the thing either even if he wanted to since something was jammed, but that was neither here nor there.

Peter wished also to ponder on why his mother hadn't elected to mention Tony's flight predicament. Who had she told, if anyone? Had he been the only one on the outskirts of this thing? Why had they all lied?.. Why had his mother lied?

He supposed it wasn't out of the norm for her considering their recent strain but it still seemed strange to not at least mention something as simple as 'Tony's going to be late, he had some flight trouble' during dinner when the man had come up in conversation.

A sneeze suddenly resounded through the house--though it sounded muffled enough for Peter to not think anything of it.

He'd just have to figure it all out tomorrow since he couldn't imagine getting any answers now.

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"Peter." Came a whisper to his left, though he elected in favor of not moving incase it was his dreaded mother trying to awaken him to cut the fruit.

A few moments later, his name came again, only a bit more masculine and a bit more stuffy.

"Pete--" which was soon followed by a muffled sneeze,"--ugh..shit."

He blinked, eyes straining in the dark to try and catch whoever it was that was standing over him, and noticed it was his uncle. What was he doing up here?

"Tony?.." He muttered whilst stretching his legs a bit.

"Yeah it's me kid..listen, I hate to ask this--but can I bunk with you tonight? Maria forgot to remove the stupid feather stuffed pillows and I didn't think to bring any allergy meds with me."

Maria, his mother--the pillows..right. Tony was allergic. That must've been what the sneezing and the stuffy voice was all about.

Mumbling under his breath Peter shuffled and closed his eyes whilst hoping Tony could take the hint and just get in. it of course couldn't have been that easy.

"Why do you have the window open?--"

Ugh..not this..just let me sleep god damnit..

"It's jammed." He stated bluntly, and rubbed his face as a shiver ran throughout his body via the lifting of the semi-warmed bedding.

"Sure is cold in here..not really seeing how you're fine with that." Tony started up again as he shuffled from Peter's left in an attempt to get comfortable. He shrugged sleepily and curled in on himself.

"M'tired Tony..that's how." He grumbled.

There was a bit more shuffling following his exasperated words, but thankfully things seemed to quiet down after a while.

Peter was nearly asleep again--or at least on the verge of it when he heard his uncle speak in a frustrated hush.

"blasted bed.." And Peter felt his back touch something warm--hot even, instead of the familiar cold air he had been forever used to.

"Never enough space on bed's like this.." his uncle muttered again and while Peter figured he could continue to lie as still as possible and attempt to fall back asleep, it became impossible when he noted even more shuffling along with a shoulder jabbing into his spine.

"What in the world are you doing.."

"Peter! Sorry if I woke you.." though he didn't sound entirely too apologetic when his words came out ecstatic, "Do you think you could scoot over just a smidge?"

his uncle turned again and while it was dark and cold and..strangely warm up against his back, Peter could feel something even softer press up against his spine..

"Or..this'll work fine."

How was he sober and doing this? He thought to himself as physical boundaries continued to be crossed.

Peter was aware, and he figured the word intimately was the correct term to use in this instance because his uncle was pressed up against him, chest to stomach to..and Peter felt his cheeks flush with heat.

"Mm.." Tony hummed against his hair as he seemed to take a deep breath in.

"Your shampoo is fantastic Peter.." which was soon followed by a hand wrapping loosely around his much thinner waistline. Tony's fingers brushed his t-shirt down for a moment before letting it lie still yet again.

That strange feeling was back at full force now that they were there--this close..it was..god it was almost too much to bear. A touch of the back to this?? How on earth was he supposed to be mentally prepared for this sort of thing.

Peter attempted to shut his eyes again and get some sleep--knowing that this would all be over in the morning and that he'd get his own bed back after the pillows are removed and the area is disinfected with whatever spray Maria keeps under her kitchen sink cabinet. It would all be fine and dandy..yeah, definitely.

Peter wasn't so lucky though because as he was trying to even out his breathing, that same hand of Tony's began to wander.

It was dark and very much unfamiliar to him--the chill brushing his front had nothing on the heat that was occurring behind him, and while he had never felt something other than a pillow brush against anything lower than his tailbone before, this was definitely not a pillow.

It was stiff and..and warm.

Peter blinked his eyes awake and shuddered in his uncle’s grip. It was loose but something told him he wouldn't be getting let go anytime soon.

I don't.. Peter thought suddenly.

"Tony I--" he swallowed thickly between words, trying to decipher how he was suppose to react in a situation like this. He'd heard about it at school and read about in in articles online..he'd..he'd--

Peter sniffled hard and felt his shoulders begin to shake.

"I don't.."

His words were soon followed by a hand slowing in motion and gripping his t-shirt tightly.

"Oh Peter I--I'm sorry..I didn't mean--" but Peter himself was shaking his head and turning to face his uncle.

The eyes he was met with were moon-lit and haunted, and the skin he watched contorted into something grave, giving his heart a sudden jolt.

"oh no..no Tony don't cry." Peter muttered out while reaching his arm up and around his tubbier uncle's waist in order to reach his back. He caressed the area in a way he hoped could prove to be soothing..and as he felt those large warm hands snake up his back he wondered if he should be trying to sooth his uncle at all.

Had he nearly just been molested?

A shiver ran down the length of Peter's spine that followed the trail in which his uncle's hands had just taken. What was going on?

"Oh god I don't know what's wrong with me.." and as Peter felt the familiar warm length now pressed against his upper thigh, he began to wonder if perhaps he should make a hasty leave for the bathroom.

The hands that continued to hold him close now felt like claws and clamps instead of the regular plush innocence they supplied.

it hadn't been him, Peter realized as something rutted up against him.

All those times he felt weird and..and sexually frustrated, it had been Tony.

Tony, Tony.

his Uncle Tony.

"T-Tony.." He wetly tried but to no avail was quieted by the other man's freshly shaven cheek.

"S-Shh..Peter be quiet..please just.." and it truly did sound like a plea on his uncle's lips, "close your eyes..don't..try not to think too hard, okay?"

Something murky settled in his gut like a stone to a chain as he was pressed up against the warm spot on their full sized bed. A leg rested between his as he felt yet again something hard and hot pressed against his loose pair of boxer shorts.

He felt the strange urge to cry.

Tears did indeed slip down his cheeks as he closed his eyes and tried to do as his uncle told him to. He tried his best not to think too hard but it was difficult when something harder was pressing up against him. Something wet and stiff--something that was too hot to be normal.

It burned and made Peter want to gag as a hand pressed against the top of his back in order to hold him down (as if he were going to go anywhere).

Was this really happening?.. He kept expecting for it to all be a joke--o-or a nightmare as a result of those weird familiar feelings he'd get when his uncle was around after one too many drinks under his belt.

More tears streamed down his cheeks as he heard his uncle grunt from behind and shove in a bit more--no doubt making his insides become coated with something sickly and red.

God he was a virgin!

He hated how much he hated it and he hated even more how much he couldn't stand to stop it.

He hated how much it hurt, and again hated even more how much he lived for the pain.

This corrupt saddled love that was shared between the both of them.

"A-ah.." Peter clenched the bedding tightly and felt the hand on his back disappear for a long moment before it moved to grasp his wrist.

It was wet and so was his hole. Tony had no doubt licked his hand and..and made it easier for his cock to go in, hadn't he?..

Peter shook his head and nearly cried out from the feeling of something being entirely entered into him, but restrained himself to muffled silence once more while his jaw strained against itself.

"Mmph..Pete.." His uncle muttered from above after bringing his now other free hand to his neck. He idly wondered if he would be choked but was shocked to feel the heavy body fall down against him.

"Don't want to move," Tony whimpered, "went in too dry.. don't want you to hurt m-more.."

Peter shook his head and attempted to raise his backside--bucking up into the pain and holding in a cry that would no doubt sound like the loss of his innocence.

When he felt tears hitting his still clothed back he couldn't help but wonder as to who was raping who in this moment. He figured Tony had started it, clearly, and then..well..now they were both crying and Peter was the one bucking into it.

Peter thrusted up as much as he could manage once more in hopes of being able to become the victim of this double edged crime, and grunted past his mute wishful words.

Tony, being as smart as he is, seemingly got the gist.

The pain was nothing short of utter agony scraped from the bottom of hell's dirty pavements, and while tears fell from both of their eyes and the mess that had been produced took a gentle warm rag and many kisses to clean..Peter couldn't help but yawn.

He was tired and never wanted tomorrow's light to shine through the open unchecked window behind him. He didn't want to see his mom or her blasted boyfriend. He didn't want to see the stupid feather stuffed pillows or the way that breakfast would look absolutely breathtaking in the morning.

He didn't want to breathe, but that wasn't really an option.

Instead he turned and wrapped his weak and battered body around the man that had done so much in the short time they'd spent together, and hoped that this love that had been shared between them hadn't been a mistake.

All he ever wanted to do was please his uncle. To be a..to be a good boy.

"I love you Peter..." Tony murmured against his temple, and kissed the area sweetly as if dirty blood had not just been shed as a result of his shame induced love.

"I-I love you too Tony.." he murmured back, and snuggled impossibly closer only wishing now that he could crawl beneath his uncle's skin and die there like a prematurely decaying pet. Wished that then maggots would infest the man in front of him so then he would feel as dirty as Peter did.

If he thought about it though, he presumed they felt much of the same in that moment. Perhaps they were both already infested with something much worse than maggots and creatures that thrive on the carcasses of the dead.

God he hated love..he hated everything that had to do with it because what else was this supposed to be?..Love love love..he repeated, on and on like counting sheep until he fell into a dreamless slumber.

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#starker #starkercest #iron man x spiderman #tony stark x peter parker #starker fic #starker fanfic #starker au

[m0e-ru]

I meant to send this yesterday buy Forgot but it's 3/20 for me now (yay :3) I actually had something else to say but got up writing this ask and that thought left sooo please any new thought for your au :3? Please say as much as you want, I would like to hear it the stage is yours!

hey ahhh I love okyakusan I love enablers . im going to be the most annoying person on this soapbox. also literally rewriting this because I lost the note this was in like I said not writing it in Tumblr post would be a better idea OH WELL ! I was just spouting nonsense there anyway what was I talking about. ohh right my Adachi rightt right….

The thing with Adachi and how he’s kept me up at nights is how much there is to do with him. In this case with gsaslau, he’s not just “empty,” he’s “emptied”

While I write like there’s a million subplots going on simultaneously in this au (which is. right) the thing about Adachi being the central character somewhat is because of his bond with Mim and what that means for everyone’s Gas Station Attendant Social Link

If we did consider myth, then yeah, we have Izanagi and Izanami; Souji and Marie, Adachi and well. Yeah.

There is significance to each other’s life by the motif of this myth alone. Not even being specific if they’re family, friends, lovers, or adversaries, because it could be that secret third thing (‘you have more than three options’ yeah I know that)

Mim and Adachi’s relationship is so special in a way that it’s like that Tumblr post it’s like. It’s like this

God’s goal of their social experiment was there to truly determine what humans wanted. Sure, they were born out of the desire to veil the truth and accept more palatable blissful lies, but they went out of their way to confirm that and see if humans had the strength to see past it all and live their lives in truth as they’d always been.

Choosing three human individuals with the qualities at the end of the spectrum and the in-between: to be full of Hope, or full of Despair, or to be nothing but a swirling black hole of Emptiness.

That Izanami tried to push the limits of these qualities as well. How far can Hope be hopeful before falling to despair. Can that of Despair actually stand on his own to feet and be hope for everyone else. Can Emptiness… not be empty.

Izanami saw a literal blank slate enter Inaba. Not anybody who’s lived in Inaba their entire life (Namatame), not anybody who’s returned to Inaba to live their life (Souji). God peeked inside a man’s hollow heart and decided to fill it. Besides taking the most convenient human occupation for that moment, the attendant may as well have come out of that mold and was there to be everything Adachi needed. Trimming out any excess, filling up bubbled spots, polishing everything here and there as time went by. Having to be there for the other pawns they want to keep a close eye on and changing and adapting like a clay doll, remolded and and reshaped to their will, but otherwise staying the same to the mold it first came out from.

Until the imperfections couldn’t be hidden. The fog was seeping, the maggots were crawling, the rot was wafting, the scars were showing. But there should be more to an attendant than working at the gas station, right? Let him have wishes to take care of his home. Never figure out where he goes when it’s not raining. Don’t ask for his name but rather know him by all the things he talks about that is everything but anything about him.

God just made a puppet just enough for the humans they needed to get close to. And what if the self-sabotaging man says he doesn’t like idiots, maybe that’s exactly what he needs. What if he needs someone so much that isn’t like him that he can just be himself. What if he needs something to take care of because he can’t take care of himself. Give him something he’s good at doing and he’ll do it. Give him someone who won’t care what he’s doing and just enjoy him for the person he is. Then take it all away just to see how empty he can get.

What’s worse than being having nothing the whole time—actually having something and now you lose it? What’s the point of learning to love having never loved before then all if it’s taken from you? Why be filled to the brim from a half empty glass only to be tipped over and have your heart spill all over the floor? Was it just better to be empty the whole time, or be emptied from being so full?

Mim literally had a Teddie moment and said “wow I’ll make something so loved and appreciated just so I can stay close to the things I need to monitor” then fucking realized “hey I like it this way actually maybe bonds are a good thing.” Then they remember they have a fucking JOB to do and they’re like “ohh just kidding im a fucking monster they won’t love the real me anyway (god)” and do a Marie and take everyone’s memories of them— the attendant. Because they don’t just want to make a separate sentient being of the identity they just accepted was their own self. If there was going to be an attendant, it would be them. But since they can’t be there, then there’s also no attendant to keep these memories and hearts occupied.

They ran away hoping to cut off all their bonds so people won’t regret associating with a monster, leaving a bunch of people with botched memories and holes in their lives. And they did a really bad job at cleaning up, that there are people who are still chasing after them because these people care. And they don’t WANT these people to pursue the truth because they’ll be so disappointed. Mim ends up trying to erase themself entirely so there’s nothing to chase. The world would be so free and pristine and clear of their influence because they’re gone DOES THIS SOUND FAMILIAR TO YOU

Mim saw Adachi and said “how can I stay close to this fucking miserable man who I need to use to stimulate this city and get the results I need” then subsequently poured themself into a mold of the emptiness in his heart and out came the attendant. Look at this guy who’s so stupid, who’s an actual idiot, a prettyboy who knows nothing about the outside world, who has a skull so thick and a humor so odd. Literally everything Adachi isn’t—but that was the point. Bitch just interpreted the emptiness inside him and filled him and now they’re fucking worsties besties it’s ridiculous. This is what watching chair car adventure 100000000000 times does to a motherfucker

Mim’s stupid foggy attendant body starts literally melting in the summer heat. Anxious that people would call them out, but being sympathized with and being told they’re just not good in the heat, like other humans. Getting callouses so rough and actually bleeding from a cut on their finger when they thought fog would just seep out. Putting their hand in in their mouth and actually tasting the oil and wax they’ve been working with the whole time. Getting so hot or laughing so hard they actually get flushed until the tips of their ears. Wondering if the maggots crawling in their body made their way out, when the beetles they found in Namatame’s truck made their way into their sleeves and scuttle away. That maybe they didn’t smell like burnt rot, but rather car exhaust and gasoline and tomato juice they spilled on their pants. That maybe when they pull back their sleeves or look under their shirt it could be skin with lungs breathing and a heart beating rather than decaying flesh hanging off of bone.

Adachi learning how to open his heart to things and let things inside, while a puppeteer stops puppeteering and their smiles actually hurt their face because they can’t stop. Both becoming more human again in their own ways, the other quite literal. Both running away and sabotaging themselves for the sake of the people and the home they learned to love, neglecting to love themselves. I’ve made them both so alike it’s sickening even to me but it’s so fun I have dolls that are beaten up so much I drive their faces into the ground because that’s how I play with dolls and have fun SORRYY

And this is how they are best friends. Which is an essay that is just as badly structured but still expresses what I want to say probably. I lied actually. There’s more than one, but still.

THE two skits in visualive that matter so much to me https://m0e-ru.tumblr.com/post/690320733390471168/stopping-myself-here-but-i-hope-its-a-well-known

ESSAY 1 https://m0e-ru.tumblr.com/post/664354915309764608/you-dont-understand-how-much-chair-car-adventure

ESSAY 2 ✌️ft. more adachi I think https://m0e-ru.tumblr.com/post/667202694005587968/please-by-all-means-make-a-post-about-adachi-and

tohru “fuck this guy in particular” adachi https://m0e-ru.tumblr.com/post/691316103200276480/yknow-if-you-were-mentally-ill-and-watched-the

adachi touchy as hell compilation https://m0e-ru.tumblr.com/post/694208373929967616/adachi-touchy-as-hell-compilation

#assk #cyphere #persona 4 spoilers #p4 #gsa sl au #sulululat #tohru adachi #⛽️🌫 #moel gas station attendant #izanami persona #// cca is so important to me watch me make essays in the tags of my essays IM LITERALLY INSANE ilove chair car adventr #// gsaslau so big even for my head i forget which ive said and which i havent but itsok i can say it ALL OVER AGAINN !!!! #// i like adachi because i kill him everyday everyone who thinks he has sex appeal im like have you considered .the horrors you can give hi #// okay yeah I wrote down s.adachi hypothetical too BUT THAT’S FOR ANOTHER DAY !!! godd GODDDD !!! #// 'how did your iznmi get so convoluted as this' THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIPP !!!!! AND CHAIR CAR ADVENTURE !!!!!!!!! AND MIDNIGHT DAYCARE!!!! #// i took out the 'adachi's' because thats not just HIS adventure !!!! it's EVERYONE's adventure !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #// anyuway thank you again top 10 okyakusan for enabling me i wish i coud talk more about this au but with no direction icnat think of sayi #// of saying 1 thing beause maybe i DO want to spill my WHOLE au in ONE GO !!!

[rescatada]

That anon reminds me of myself lol. I’m also someone that grew up in a protestant family but was never that religious myself. I was introduced to Catholicism, Orthodox Christianity and Islam all in highschool and have been slowly researching all since then. And I found out a lot of my ancestors on my dads side were conversos which introduced me to Judaism. I liked the open ended-ness of Judaism originally but the more I started to learn about the theology the more I realized I disagreed with the theology more than I agreed with it, and it wouldn’t make sense to convert even with the fluid interpretations of the theology. Also, Jews tend to be very ethnocentric (esp Ashkie-centric) and even though converts are told they’re seen as now being ‘full Jews’ that isn’t really believed irl. It helped at first bc I have North African and Ethiopian Jewish ancestry that would give me more ‘Jewishness’ than just a normal convert but the community is so racist to NA and Ethiopian Jews, or rlly any Jew that isn’t Ashkenazi. My breaking point was when a big ‘leftist’ page on here straight up denied that Israel kidnapped yemeni Jewish children just bc there was no ‘proof’, and essentially said just bc those families think it happened doesn’t mean it did bc if it did we would have proof about it…. As if a powerful country can’t cover their tracks and every Yemeni Jew just decided to randomly lie one day?? They also denied the case of Israel sterilizing Ethiopian Jews for that same reason. And this was someone that was very anti-state any other day but suddenly caping for the state against Arab and Black Jews.

Anyways this is too long now but I was also attracted to Islamic theology at first but looking more into the religion made me realize that there is no real ‘theology’ behind it. Most people simply practice rote memorization to remember the Quran but not actually understand it, and Hadiths and sermons from Imams are often propped up more than actual theology/word of God. They’re also extremely ethnocentric as well and if you’re not Arab, you better at least act like you are, speak Arabic and change your name to an Arabic or Arabic influenced one if you convert, or else you’re not a ‘real’ Muslim. AntiBlackness is also so extreme despite Black Africans being a large part of the Muslim world.

So now I’m just focusing on Catholicism and Orthodoxy. I like the theology so far and a large part that reconnected me to the religion was also the Virgin Mary. Which is funny because what originally pushed me away was Jesus Christ… (I was always so confused on whether Jesus was actually divine, if he was just a prophet, a man or even existed). I also love the high church culture and the saints (I once tried to look up saints in Islam and Judaism and was so disappointed lol I think that was the first sign that I should just look to Christianity but I was so stubborn at the time). And although there is some racism in both churches that’s more a matter of humans being assholes and not because the group or theology as a whole is racist or ethnocentric and I’ve never felt like I had to change myself to fit into the religion.

Hey I come from a long line of conversos too!!! My family actually kept a lot of Jewish practices haha. But yes, where I differ is that I still agree with a lot of Jewish theology, I just couldn’t deal with the ethnocentrism and the alienation that came from that. I felt like I was never good enough no matter how hard I studied or how devout I was. Also, I just loved the idea of having more biblical women to admire. I also had an experience in Mexico last spring in a cathedral in the middle of the mountains that made me accept Christ. It just felt undeniably real in that moment, even if others would just say it’s coincidental. Christianity is definitely flawed, but I don’t feel alone anymore.

#anon #ask

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

#10 - free ship choice? x

“Don’t just say that and then walk away.”

Hhhh... hard to pick a ship to go with this one...

Let's go with Malcolm/Ten because it's been AGES since I last wrote for those two and their relationship is pretty much 90% angst.

This is still in the early days of them knowing each other, before they actually get together, so basically when Ten is still an enigma to Malcolm, the weird man who keeps showing up at random times in his early life on the island.

On with the fic!

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The first time Malcolm became aware of the mysterious sound that he would later know as his signal that the Doctor was arriving, it had been in the late evening, just before the sun finally set.

He had been coming back from visiting the Goddess, aware that even in the setting light of the sun, he could see that the colors of the forest were brighter, healthier than before. But then he heard it, a strange sound unlike anything he had ever heard before, echoing through the trees.

It sounded like grinding metal, wheezing, or if someone dragged a key across piano wire. Malcolm stopped, trying to figure out where the sound came from, but he couldn't pick up the source of it, what direction it came from.

"Must... be my imagination..." He muttered to himself, deciding it was wise to ignore such sounds. The island had enough mysteries to it, he really did not wish for another to be added to his worries.

He stumbled as he walked along a slowly forming path, they really should find a better way to get to the Goddess without people finding this trail, before he stopped. Ahead of him was a man, dressed in a strange suit, a brown coat, and shoes too strange to be considered normal.

It was him, the Doctor, the mysterious man who kept coming and going with no explanation!

Malcolm glared, clutching his staff tightly, a weapon, just in case. "You again." He said, a small growl in his voice. "What have you come to tell me this time, Doctor?"

"Just came to check on you." The Doctor replied, voice even, calm, but hiding something else.

"Check on me?" Malcolm nearly barked a laugh. "Ah, finally living up to your so-called title, eh?"

The Doctor's neutral face shifted, a small frown coming to him. "I see we're not on good terms at the moment."

"Have we ever been?"

"Probably not for a while, I'm not sure how far back I am." He said, always in riddles. "How long have you been here?"

Malcolm didn't want to say, he just continued to glare, but eventually he spoke. "Nearly two years."

"Have you started your community?"

The prophet bristled. "There are... people." The community, his congregation, they were growing month by month.

The Doctor nodded, a solemn look on their face. "I see... so it's still the early days. Maybe there's a chance to change things now..." In the still quiet of the woods, the too quiet of the woods, Malcolm could hear the Doctor mutter to himself.

"No, no... that would be messing with any fixed points, there are always fixed points... don't get your hopes up, don't go thinking like that again..."

What did that mean?

Before Malcolm could question him, the Doctor sighed and turned on his heels, heading up a small incline, about to go deeper into the trees.

"H-hey!" Malcolm called out, trying to follow him. "Don’t just say that and then walk away! What nonsense are you on about now, Doctor!"

He hated when this man spoke like a prophet of a Greek myth, hidden messages in enigmatic sentences, he always spoke like he knew more than he let on.

He probably did.

The Doctor looked over his shoulder at him, giving a sad smile. "Sorry." He said before he started to run, long legs carrying him off into the growing darkness.

There was no way Malcolm would be able to catch him, not in his condition, not into the darkness. He cursed under his breath, shaking his head. "Fine, keep your secrets." He said to no one, moving to continue his walk back home.

Then he heard it again, the strange sounds from earlier. He swore he saw a glow in the distance, somewhere in the darkness, fading in and out before it was finally gone.

#malcolm howe x tenth doctor #good omens extended universe #john's drabbles #the prophet and the oncoming storm au

[choicesfanaf]

Finding A Friend

Pairing: f!Asian Robin Tora x f!MC (Cassandra Williams)

Characters: Robin Tora, Cassandra Williams

Word Count: 900 words

Rating: General

Category: Fluff

Summary: Robin and Cassandra adopt a cat

Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations, @roseallison

"Cass, are you free this Saturday?" asked Robin, one day, out of the blue.

"Yes, darling. Why do you ask though? Is there anything important to do on that day? Or are you taking me on a date?," asked Cassandra, being surprised at the sudden discussion.

"Something similar to a date, honey. But I will reveal it to you only when Saturday arrives."

"Oooh, Robin, a surprise! That sounds really great! We haven't gone out in forever. I can't wait to see what you have planned for me!"

"I hope you will like and enjoy our date."

"Oh, I definitely will because I have loved all your surprises to date."

As the day of their date came closer, Cassandra's patience kept growing thinner.

"Robin, could you please tell me about the surprise already? I can't take the suspense anymore."

"Sweetheart, you just need to wait for a few more days. Then, I'll definitely let the cat out of the bag. And that's when you will find out what it is", said Robin, hoping she did not end up spoiling the surprise.

Finally, a bright and pleasant Saturday had arrived, much to Cassandra's relief. After a lot of pestering from her as soon as she woke up, Robin finally decided to reveal her plan to Cassandra.

"First, we will head to the park to have a little picnic date."

"Ooh, that sounds pleasant! What will we do after that?," Cassandra asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Cass, remember, curiosity killed the cat."

"Okay, I'll shut up for now. But I won't let you leave this place until you tell me all about the plans you made for us."

"Ugh... fine. You won't let a wonderful surprise be secret, will you?"

"Nope, absolutely not, love. You know how I am."

"We are going to the Pet Rescue Centre in Northbridge."

"That's such a wonderful idea! I absolutely love it!"

A short while later, they arrived at the rescue center to play with the pets present there.

"Go on, Cass, enjoy yourself in there and have some fun."

"I will be able to enjoy myself only if you join me inside, honey."

Both Robin and Cassandra enjoyed themselves in the center and spent ages amongst a mountain of fluff playing with some cats, dogs as well as other pets like rabbits and parrots.

Robin was shocked when she saw the time, as she wasn't expecting it to show that time.

"Cass, come on darling. It's time for us to leave now."

"Why do we need to leave so early? We just arrived here a few moments ago."

"Cass, it's been six hours since we came here. It's getting dark, and they are near closing time."

"Robin, can we please adopt a kitten before we go?"

"Are you sure, Cass? Do you really want to adopt a cat right now? I hope it's not an impulsive decision. You know that we can come here anytime, right?"

"Yes, honey. I know that. Please, look at these cute little floofs roaming around. Have a clear look at them and tell me if you will be able to resist them."

"You know how much work goes into having a kitten, right? We both are busy and do not have enough time to take care of one currently."

"I know that darling. I had a cat until a few years ago. But, for any reason, if you don't feel comfortable with a cat around, I would completely understand. As for taking some time out, I will manage that properly."

"No, no. That's not the case at all, Cass. I would love to have a kitten."

"Yay! Thanks a lot, darling. You are the best girlfriend ever!"

"I'm pretty sure that you say that to anyone who fulfills your wishes."

"So, which lovely cat should we adopt, Robin?"

"What about this little darling called Luna?"

"Oh, just look at her darling, she looks like she will fit in with us perfectly."

"Let's see if she agrees with us."

"Hey, pretty little sweet kitty. How are you doing?" asked Robin, petting the cat and booping her on the nose.

To their surprise, Luna started purring and nibbling Cassandra's finger.

"I think she likes us, Robin," said Cass, beaming that she would be able to take a wonderful cat with her after many years of wanting one.

"She definitely agrees with us, Cass."

"Then it's settled, we'll adopt little Luna."

When they brought Luna to their place, they discovered that she was very energetic and playful.

"This is the best decision I have ever made to date, love. I feel very blessed today."

"Really, then what about the choice of dating me, honey?"

"That decision is definitely better than the best one I have ever made. I really had a lot of fun today and look forward to spending the rest of our lives together with Luna."

"How are you so sure that we will be together forever, Cass?"

"I just have a hunch, beloved. You know my hunch is always correct."

"It always is. I love you with all my heart, honey."

"I love you too, sweetheart. I..........". Before she could say another word, they were interrupted by the constant purring of Luna.

"Cass, it looks like she wants something. Let's go check what it is."

Hand in hand, they went up to check on their newest family member.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #rising tides #choices fanfiction #choices rising tides #rising tides fanfiction #robin tora #robin tora x mc #robin x cassandra

[snorkling-in-sodasea]

Moments of Stupidity

What I mean is, I feel like listing all the instances I can think where a character does something stupid, whether it be their natural inclination to be or just taking a turn holding the stupid stick. By the time Oops rolled around, I wasn't at all upset by the characters' stupidity because, around the time Exes and Oohs came around, I learned that Helluva Boss is one of those universes where plots only happen because everyone is naturally an idiot. The degrees of which are varying but most, if not all, the plots happen because someone's a moron.

And like I said, I feel like doing this so why not? So whatever examples I can think of as I recall the whole series by far, I'll list here. Now for those who have this seriously favorite character of theirs - which is bound to be everyone, especially those who give some of their time to read this list - sorry if they end up on this list. But please remember that I'm in the belief that Helluva Boss is an universe full of idiots and that the only true difference is the varying degrees of it. So that means even my favorite characters aren't exempt from this list and I'll put the examples of stupidity when I come across it in my head. And what are my standards of stupidity, at least in this case? Instances of someone doing or saying something that leads to consequences that could have been avoided if they just had common sense and/or information that should have told them the more sensible thing to do or say but didn't because it's clearly shown that they weren't inclined to using a fucking braincell (And yeah, I know that Viv and her writers are in control over how stupid the characters are but I believe my point still stands. If someone doesn't want others to say shit about them, then that someone shouldn't do shit so stupid that it gets others to say it)

And I think I'll post it one episode at a time. That way, it'll be easier for me, especially when I'm posting late at night because that's usually when I do it, and because new episodes of Helluva Boss will come out and I'd have to make another post anyway. Seriously, if I'm hearing right, then another episode of Helluva Boss is already going to come out on Halloween. Finally, I think I'll either save the pilot for later or even pass on doing it since, as far as I know, pilots to shows aren't really canon. Haven't decided yet. Finally, please let me know if I missed any instances of stupidity because I'm just going off on memory and I don't love the show enough to go back and rewatch episodes

Anyways, without further ado...

Murder Family -

No one putting fire safety procedures or even just any safety procedures on the book. You'd think that if Blitz cared so much about getting screwed over in the worst way possible, then he'd make sure it's for sure safe in wherever it's kept. And yeah, I'm feeling that Blitz didn't do that when demanding if 'the fancy book is still intact'. As in, it sounds like there was a chance that the Grimoire could have been destroyed in the fire and Blitz knew it. So it was probably just lucky that Loona. Maybe it's slightly better that Blitz kept the Grimoire in the safe but, as Seeing Stars shows, it's its own moment of stupidity. (Which I'll get to in due time)

Blitz happily telling Moxxie that they're gonna ruin a family rather than killing a family. I guess this example isn't as bad as blatant examples latter down the line but it still resulted in his softer-hearted employee to intervene. All because Blitz is fully expecting Moxxie to be as cold as him. So it's still understandable given that Blitz is bound to not know the exact details of Moxxie's mother - that already giving Moxxie a reason to care so much about a family being ruined even if he was as cold-hearted as his boss - but I'm pissed off that Blitz at no point even thinks that it was his fault that they were in that mess and keeps pinning the blame entirely on Moxxie. Seriously, if Blitz didn't happily gloat about how they're going to ruin a family, then Moxxie wouldn't have interfered with the shot. What makes this a little stupider is that Blitz should have known Moxxie well enough by then since they apparently met each other in jail and broke out together. Meaning that Blitz should have known well enough that Moxxie isn't as cold as him or at least not enough to enjoy the thought of ruining a family. Because yeah, Millie was all 'if that's what the clients want' due to professionalism so it made a difference when it came to Blitz's attitude on the matter; I was able to tell that he liked the idea. (Which is seriously messed up given the episode Oops now that I think about it). Even if Blitz didn't know a single damn thing about Moxxie other than his name, Moxxie acted clearly enough that he didn't like the idea of killing a family so why would he find it better to ruin one? Yet Blitz just keeps up the anticipation over doing that like it wouldn't cause Moxxie any distress

Moxxie messing up the shot. Same thing as above example, it's understandable, especially when you get the context, but it still led to the family of Satan-worshipping cannibals to go after Moxxie, his wife, and his boss. If an action brought on by impulse and/or emotion leads to disastrous results, as stated above, then I'll be hard-pressed to call it smart. Blitz is to blame but just by half or at least partially. I can't ignore that Moxxie did mess up the shot and got them discovered by the crazy-ass family and put them all in danger

Blitz for fucking confirming to Martha when she gets the idea to just shoot him and Millie. Just because the fire didn't hurt you didn't mean you were invulnerable to fucking dying in general. Especially according to Viv who says that imps are just as vulnerable as living humans when it comes to dying and to just as many things (as much as she's being inconsistent about how she writes her characters and her show) Just because Martha would have thought of another way to kill you off when she inevitably discovers that the fire doesn't work, as well as her husband no doubt going to help brainstorm in permanent killing solutions, doesn't mean you had to confirm that shooting you will work. If Millie actually bothered calling you out, then it's a stupid move. Moxxie put you in that situation but you definitely didn't have to add more fuel to the fire, especially if your employees - with one of them right there with you and in just as much danger as you - is supposed to be so fucking important to you

Oh, and let's not forget the fucking phone. Blitz didn't put his phone on fucking vibrate. Considering that, in the human world, with his two field employees with him, there'd be no one but Loona to call or to be called by. And just because Blitz never expected to be running for his life. He's supposed to be an assassin. As in, no one's supposed to see him or notice him. As in, Blitz isn't supposed to be drawing attention to himself. So why the fuck would he not even put his phone on vibrate? That way, he'd just feel someone calling him instead of broadcasting his location to anyone and everyone who can hear it. And in the case of Murder Family, that includes a serial killing, Satan worshipping cannibal who's trying to shoot him dead. It's just that, in the dangerous situation that Murder Family provided, not putting the phone on vibrate became even stupider

Let's not forget Stolas now that I think about it. Yeah, he's incredibly selfish and self-centered for calling Blitz for transactional fucking when the imp is in the middle of trying not to get shot. He's still stupid because, if getting imp dick was so important to him, then he should have known that distracting Blitz in a survival situation like trying not to get shot could result in him DYING. Unless Stolas is gonna bring Blitz back from the dead or just outright perform necrophilia, then that horny owl won't get any transactional fucking whatsoever!

I'll probably include Mayberry, too. After all, she was completely overrun with emotion that overrode common sense when finding out that her husband was cheating. She never at any point turned off the computer, not before she left the school and especially not before shooting herself, especially if Mayberry is gonna act like her students are precious to her. Although I said I'll 'probably' include Mayberry because her actions have been inherently selfish. When she left the school, she thought about getting revenge to satisfy herself, well, she never thought of turning off the computer so that the kids wouldn't have to see it. Then Mayberry realizes what she did and she still never turned off the computer before committing suicide, which just traumatized the kids even further than what the teacher would have wanted. So maybe Mayberry genuinely loved and cared about her students but got so emotional that she lost common sense concerning the computers and her students, which would make it stupid. If not, then the concern for the students' mental well-being was just a facade and the only stupid thing she did was still not turning off the computers so that she wouldn't have witnesses and so wouldn't feel the need to kill herself to escape being convicted (okay, so I did still find a stupid moment in there)

(And yeah, I bitched on Blitz far more on Moxxie. There's probably favoritism, at least partially, but all this still seems and feels pretty damn logical. Besides, it does help my opinions on my most favorite that Moxxie took responsibility for his goof-up, complete with apologizing, while for my least favorite, it only hurts when Blitz fucking pinned the blame entirely on Moxx and threatened to rape him and Millie for another screw up. Besides, this is just the first episode of the series proper. I'm sure everyone will take a turn in being an idiot, and in large quantities)

#helluva boss #blitzo #moxxie #martha #mrs mayberry #stolas goetia #stupidity #ranting

[crazyblondelife]

Holiday Style...Winter Layering

Lately, I’ve been feeling pulled to be more creative in my life…with my home and wardrobe as well as the food that I make. This also spills over into relationships…how can I imagine them to be better, different, or sometimes…over? What can I give of myself that I have been holding back and what relationships matter most?

The question becomes - How am I expressing myself in this world? Does this expression come from an authentic place, or from a place of fear and not enoughness. This has strongly influenced me over the past several weeks and I plan to elaborate on this question because it seems very important!

The woods beside our home have always fascinated me (stay with me here). They are a little pocket of the wild inside the confinement of an old suburban neighborhood. They have never been built on and at night, it sounds as if we live deep inside the forest, when in reality, we live 2 minutes from our downtown.

Just recently, as the weather has gotten colder and I’ve taken fewer walks with Amos, I’ve begun to take him out and let him run free…supervised of course. He normally stays pretty close by…sniffing and doing all the doggy things and while he’s sniffing, I look around. I look up at the sky and down at the leaves on the ground. There are so many birds as well as other creatures that I can’t see but I know they’re there and I wonder if they’re watching me!

I had the idea to take these pictures in my woods the other day and the phrase that I kept thinking about was “reality winks” (from the poem in last weeks post). Miracles occur when reality winks and the woods seem to be a perfect place for reality to wink…full of wonder and possibility. I wanted to wear something that felt just a little unexpected and contrasting for these pictures and I think I nailed it.

I’m wearing a suit and sweater from Cabi that I purchased last season and loved but haven’t worn often. I added my Prada Chelsea boots and a long black coat from Zara. I’m really in love with this outfit as it feels festive but also unexpected. As is often the case, it came to me suddenly as I was holding the coat thinking “what would be just a little out of the box to wear with this?”

I’m consciously trying to curate my life. To envision what I want my days, weeks and years to look like and slowing down to take the time to imagine and then act.

I have a “uniform” that I could pick out with my eyes closed but I don’t want to do that anymore. I have certain foods that I reach for almost daily and I also don’t want to do that anymore. Why, when there are so many other options everywhere would I keep going back to the familiar?

I’ve also been choosing some new items for our home that really reflect more the way I want it to feel as our family all come together in this big, old, quirky house. I’m rethinking how I want to spend my days…how important is social media and could I fit in another workout because it’s the best thing for me. Do I want to watch Netflix, or would I rather sit outside by the fire? Should we have takeout, or could I put something in the slow cooker in the morning?

Living intentionally and purposefully choosing to bring beauty into the every day is important and so many people have few options about this, and even if they did, they wouldn’t understand how because they weren’t brought up with any kind of beauty. The truth is, there is beauty everywhere, but you have to look for it, and/or create it. It could simply be putting your coffee into a mug instead of a paper cup, or really noticing and being grateful for a beautiful tree.

Elevating the everyday, so that our lives are also elevated takes a little more effort but is so worth it. Our days and our memories are made in the small moments, so why not make those moments as special as possible. I hope you’ll consider this as we enter into the holiday season. It’s so difficult to slow down when there is so much to accomplish, but at least, in your mind, decide what is most important and as you go about your day, make your decisions based on what is important to you and create a holiday full of beautiful memories! You may just look back and see that in fact…reality winked!

I’ll be updating the holiday gift guides tonight so be sure to check back for new items that you’ll love for yourself and others! I hope you’re having the best weekend!

#Living with intention #Holiday Style #fashion #holiday fashion

[kveom]

treasure | noun something of great worth or value; lee seokmin and his heart

#svtcreations #seokmin #DK #this looks really bright on mobile so please tell me if it's too bright for any of you! #I tried #i was considering including his water bottle incident #where he literally looked like he wanted to cry for like 10 whole mins after accidentally hitting someone #with a water bottle #but #couldn't be bothered asking for permission and also the set was looking pretty nice and i didn't want to ruin it with #a pixelated video skfjdkf #and pls i'm so sorry that the caption is so cringy BUT IT'S A BIT CUTE TOO OK #this looks like....a lot #it wasn't meant to be a 10 set but u know i do this thing where i finish a set and then leave it in the drafts #for months #anyway i thought of some other scenes i wanted to include so it became a 10 set sorry! #omg the scrolling i had to do to get to this post in my drafts dgfkgdgf #kept it here in case any other better moments came up but decided i should just post it #and i'm sorry i feel like every single post is just me talking about how long it's been sitting in my drafts for

[messers-moony]

Someday | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Wife!Reader

Summary: The Handler kidnaps Five’s wife in hopes of him coming for her, yet he never does.

Request: Well I'd like to order a FiveXWifeReader but I'm afraid you're full of orders and I don't want to get in the way🤧

She sighed, “ This is bloody exhausting, ya’ know? “ 

“ Well, maybe if you hadn’t abandoned the commission, this wouldn’t be happening, Mrs.Hargreeves. “ The older woman spoke. 

The eighteen-year-old girl was tied to a chair. It had been approximately five years since her and Five’s last run-in with the commission after doomsday in 1963. Why they had decided to get them back on their side is unknown.  

“ So Y/n, how does it feel? “ The adult woman taunted, “ Your taunting doesn’t work on me. “ Y/n retorted with boredom. 

Nonetheless, the adult woman held a glass of whiskey, “ Whiskey? You have absolutely no taste. “ Y/n commented, and the woman rose her eyebrow, “ Really now? What would you prefer? Rum? Perhaps moonshine? “ 

“ Vodka, straight. “ Y/n snapped, “ What a tough cookie you are. “ The Handler cooed. 

“ I’m not thirteen anymore. “ The young girl replied, “ It appears so. “ The Handler stated. 

Y/n scoffed quietly, “ What’s the plan here? Why have you kidnapped me instead of one of your pawns? “ 

“ Well, hun, you know more than anyone that this task isn’t easy. It’s easiest for me to get this job done myself. “ The commission superior answered, “ In case you’ve forgotten, I willingly did this. “ Y/n informed. 

“ I know. You did it to protect your precious Five and your sibling in-laws. What brilliant timing of mine. “ She boasted inconspicuously, “ Ah, so that was your plan. Get me at a moment where I’d willingly let you have me. So smart. “ Y/n rolled her eyes as the sarcastic comment rolled off her tongue. 

The Handler winked at her, causing her to scoff again. Getting kidnapped wasn’t necessarily on her to-do list, but Five needed time, and she couldn’t let his siblings get hurt. Truthfully, getting kidnapped by the Handler wasn’t torture. It was just irritating with the constant belittling comments. 

It was a tedious thing to go through. Five wasn’t around when she did it. Otherwise, the Handler would’ve been shot dead by now. How she managed to come back after the barn incident, she knew not. What she did know was she was threatening her husband's siblings. 

The Handler paced with her cup of whiskey, “ What's it like? “ 

“ Pardon? “

“ What’s it like being married to him? “ The commission superior queried, “ That’s none of your concern. “ Y/n snapped. 

“ Does drinking make you sentimental? “ The Hargreeves girl narrowed her eyes, “ And for what’s it’s worth, Five and I are just fine. “ 

The Handler pondered, “ So where is he? “ 

“ Hell, if I know. I’m only here because I wasn’t letting you take Claire. “ Y/n replied, “ What is the little girl to you? “

“ Five’s niece. “ She answered, “ His pride and joy. “ 

“ Do I hear bitterness? “ The Handler teased, “ No, you don’t, you blithering idiot. “ Y/n retorted, annoyed. 

Hours went by of annoying banter that, frankly, Y/n didn’t have time for. It would only be a matter of time before Five noticed her disappearance. The last thing he needed on his mind at the moment was the reappearance of the Handler. So when the commission superior left, Y/n began her escape. 

The girl flicked a knife from her back pocket, “ You’d think for a commission superior she’d be a tad bit smarter. “ Y/n rolled her eyes as she cut off her restraints. 

Even the assassins who had kidnapped her beforehand took her knife off her. Maybe they just knew her better. Since the apocalypse, Y/n always had a knife or some form of sharp object in her back left pocket. It was something she nicked from Diego in the apocalypse. She never told Five where it came from. 

So when Diego was almost hit with one of his knives while fighting her after arriving in 2019, he was astonished. Her aim was impeccable and seamless. Possibly better than Diego’s. Nevertheless, a sharp object was always on her person. 

Running out of the motel and towards the academy was easy. All that walking she did really came in handy when needing to stay in shape. Despite being a master at her power– telekinesis, she still trained countless days. Five and her would spar. An activity that kept them together. 

Knocking on the wooden door to the academy, a nine-year-old girl opened the door, “ Auntie Y/n! “ She yelled, hugging her aunt tightly, “ Hey sweet. “ Y/n replied. 

“ So, where have you been? “ A male voice queried, making her look up, and Claire let go, “ We can talk about it later, I promise. “ Y/n replied, not wanting to talk about it in front of Claire. 

He sighed, “ Fine. “ 

“ Thanks, love. “ Y/n smiled gratefully, “ Yeah, whatever. Claire, you should go see the cookies Grace made. “ Five smiled softly at the little girl. 

“ Okay. “ Claire responded, walking away. 

Once she was out of eyesight, Five embraced his wife closely, “ I was worried. “ His voice held so much concern and love it made her heart melt, “ I tried to be fast. “ She answered. 

“ What happened? “ 

And so she explained everything. From top to bottom, she informed him on everything she learned, which wasn’t too much but enough to know for now. But when she brought up the fact she went willingly, the look in his eye was not one any person would want to cross. 

“ She threatened to take Claire. Or one of your siblings. So I went willingly. I watched her tie my hands and tie me to a chair. “ Y/n informed, “ You voluntarily decided to get kidnapped to save my family? “ Five questioned, not meeting her eyes any longer. 

She shrugged, “ Perhaps. “ 

“ You choose the right woman. “ Diego announced from the steps, and Five had a prideful smile present, “ Don’t get too full of yourself, Hargreeves. “ Y/n replied, playfully walking away towards the kitchen. 

“ What's it like? “ Diego questioned his brother, “ Excuse me? “ Five responded. 

Diego turned to look at Y/n and Claire in the kitchen, “ What’s it like being married to her? “ 

“ Well, it’s- “ Five couldn’t find the right words, “ It’s like coffee. “ 

“ The meaning is? “ Number two inquired, “ Well, some days it’s like hot and cold others it could be warm. It depends on the day and how the person feels. “ Five answered. 

It was silent for a minute as Five watched Y/n happily talk with Claire about something. She looked absolutely stunning. Her eyes shined as Claire spoke passionately about the topic. Maybe that’s why she liked Y/n so much, because she listened to her no matter the subject. 

Diego swallowed, “ Do you want kids? “

The question took Five a long moment to ponder. He wasn’t expecting that question in the slightest. Sometimes he forgets that he’s already lived his life and is still mentally sixty-three. Sometimes he prefers to act like an actual eighteen-year-old. 

“ Someday. “ 

#five x you #five x reader #five x y/n #five hargreeves x y/n #five hargreeves fluff #five hargreeves x you #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #five hargreeves imagine #number five x reader #number five x y/n #number five x you #number five #five fluff #five fanfiction #tua fanfic #tua x reader #tua five #tua au #tua #The Umbrella Academy #the sparrow academy

[munumono]

Falling asleep on their shoulders on a train || Genshin Men X GN Reader

modern au

warnings: none, no proof read

characters: albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, xiao, zhongli

Albedo : He didn't realise at first that you were asleep on his shoulder. He was too occupied to notice. Scrolling through the documents on his laptop, he suddenly felt a weight on one of his shoulder. He looked to his side to see you, peacefully sleeping on his shoulder. He looked at you for a whole minute, deciding whether to move or not. But well, you looked so peaceful that he didn't want to wake you up. He looked at his laptop, sighed, and turned it off, carefully. He took his phone out to lower the ringtone just in case it rings and wakes you up. He lowered himself to make it comfortable for you and gazed at the scenario through the glass window on the opposite side, taking in the silence between you two.

Childe : He was going through his phone that he felt a weight on one of his shoulders. He looked to the side to notice you, in deep sleep. He was planning to wake you up but he noticed your little snores, which would be a lie if he says he didn't find it cute. Letting you sleep on his shoulder, he kept scrolling through his phone. The next station arrived as the sound of the announcement woke you up. Oh dear, how embarrassing, you thought. Before you could say anything, he gave you his phone, "You can keep be the apology for later, can I have your number before you get off the train?"

Diluc : As there were no seats available, he was standing while talking on his phone about some work. As he was speaking, he felt a weight pushing him forward. He thought it was someone trying to break through the crowd, so he looked at his side. You were hardly trying to balance your very self as you leaned on to his shoulder, in deep sleep. Diluc stiffened at the contact. He tried to wake you up but the movement caused while waking you up, made you lean even closer to him while resting your head on his shoulder. He immediately tried to cage you so you wouldn't fall, which, apparently looked like he was hugging you. Embarrassed would be very least compared to what Diluc was feeling at that moment. Poor man, he even thought what if you wake up and think he is a pervert. The voice on the ongoing call kept calling his name. He took his phone close to his lips as he whispered, "Adelinde, can you inform others that I'll be late for the meeting? I can't get down on the next station, apparently."

Kaeya : Kaeya, himself, was leaning back onto the seat while trying to take a small nap. Last night's hangover and all didn't really give him enough time to sleep and, here he was, taking a small nap on a train. Kaeya is a light sleeper, so when he felt a weight on one of his shoulder, he was quick to react. Kaeya stared at your figure leaning dearly on his shoulder in deep slumber. He thought to wake you up but hesitated to disturb your peaceful sleep. So, Kaeya, out of no choice, decided to take a nap too. It will also be much better if you wake up and see him asleep, that way you will be less embarrassed, he thought. Well, you woke up to missing your station.

Kazuha : Kazuha was reading a book, full of poems. He did realise that beside him on the seat, there was a person who was in deep slumber, you. Kazuha and you were both strangers but also not. You both used to get on the same train and get off the same train, together. A relationship where you both met each other every single day but never talked to. Kazuha was reading the poems that he noticed something. Beside you two, there was a third person on your side. Slowly, you were leaning on their shoulder in deep slumber. Well, Kazuha wouldn't have bothered much till the stranger you were leaning onto started to wrap their arm around your sleeping figure. Oh dear, the way Kazuha glared at the stranger was enough haunting to them for few nights while going to bathroom alone. Kazuha coughed, eyeing the stranger as he gestured with his fingers 'they're with me'. The stranger was quick to remove his arms around your figure while Kazuha inched closer to you, carefully making you lean on his shoulder instead. He slowly removed some hair stances on your eyes, and layed his head onto your head lightly, reading his book, as you both waited for the next station.

Scaramouche : Scaramouche wasn't having it. You were sleeping on his shoulder for the past thirty minutes. He seriously wanted to wake you up and he actually did, just to get no response from you. He stared straight, facing the opposite side of the train. He looked so pissed that he even made a child on the train cry from his glare. Giving up, he sighed. He was going to get off on the next station. The next station arrived, he was about to get up while not really caring about your sleeping figure leaning on him, that he noticed something. A stranger on the opposite side of the train, facing you both, as he stared creepily at your figure. Oh dear, the moment the stranger realized they were getting stared at by someone, only to meet Scaramouche's typical death glare, they were so close to wet themselves. Scaramouche didn't stop though. He kept glaring at the stranger as if they were nothing but a piece of dirt. Which ended up with the stranger getting down on the current station even though their station was after few. Scaramouche stayed, not feeling assured that you'll be safe in your deep slumber, missing his station. You woke up after a while, to find a purple haired man looking at you with such disappointment which made you apologize not only at that moment, but, the rest of the journey.

Thoma : It was busy and crowdy on the train. Thoma stood straight with plastic bags filled with stuffs hanging on his arms as he hold you still while you laid your head on his chest being in deep slumber. You both knew each other since you both stayed nearby, barely interacting than just a 'good morning' & 'good evening'. How you ended up like this starts like this, you were standing on the train as you gave your seat to an old lady since there were no seats available. You were pretty exhausted, sleepy, every single word which is the opposite of relaxed. Thoma, being on the same train, took notice of your figure slowly dozing off to sleep. Well, you would have hit your nose or so if he didn't dash in front of you to carefully make you lean on him. Thoma stayed like this for a few minutes till the next station arrived and the crowd got off, leaving enough seats. Thoma, being the gentleman he is, carefully made your sleeping figure sit while taking a seat beside you. Carefully inching closer, making your head lean on his shoulder, he relaxed his strained muscles he got while standing for long enough. Do accept his invitation for dinner at his house after you wake up and instead of accepting your apology he throws this invitation <3

Xiao : Oh please, he is so stiff at the contact as you were laying your head on his shoulder, taking a trip to dreamland. First of all, Xiao doesn't even know who you are. He saw you for the first time on this train. Seeing your packed bag, he assumed you were visiting someone in another city, but, where does you sleeping on his shoulder part came from? He is, not at all, moving. Staring straight on the empty seats in front of him, he's just wishing for you to wake up. Of course, he won't wake you up, if he really did then he won't miss his station which was literally the last one the train stopped at. He didn't know how to move. Bonus, you kept snuggling unconsciously on his shoulder because, it was comfy✨. You woke up to missing your station, which was apparently the second last station in the list. The train all empty, and mind you, you woke up to the Ticket Examiner calling you up since it was the last station and all passengers have gotten down except you two, you and Xiao. You looked at the guy beside you who had a frown on his face as he crossed his arm looking down not saying a word. 'Tsk' was all you heard. Well don't worry, you both took another train, this time, you were fully awake.

Zhongli : How long has it been since you fell asleep? Oh, well, you might not know but Zhongli does. It's been hell lot of time. But the man, as calm and collected he is, even when a random stranger is leaning on to his shoulder in deep slumber, he didn't react. Zhongli, understood how tired you might have been since you basically fell asleep on a stranger's shoulder. He didn't move an inch, just in case he wakes you up. Maybe the calm and collected man has lost some of his calmness, resulting in a flustered mess (still collected though mind you) when an old lady commented on both of you, "Such a lovely couple you both are. I had my time like this too, with my husband, before we both got married." Ok but, it would not be justice if I say you both, Zhongli and you, looked any less than a couple. God, date already <3. Ok facts aside, Zhongli did tell the old woman that you both were not dating, which he got a reply, "Oh, my apologies for assuming that. But, saying from experience, you both should give it a try if you both happen to be single, haha." Ok but that's facts. You woke up to see Zhongli, with red tint all over his cheeks. You immediately apologized for your doing. Don't be surprised if the next day you see the same man waiting for you in the train, keeping a seat for you.

note: might have lost creative brain juice for zhongli's part <\3

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[plus-size-reader]

Should Be

Damon Salvatore x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2897 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Damon’s human partner gets jealous of Katherine when she gets out of the tomb.

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Katherine coming back from the tombs wasn’t ideal for anyone.

There was a reason she’d been locked away for as long as she had and really, you didn’t get why they were letting her out in the first place.

The world was going to keep turning whether or not they let her be a part of it. At least, that was what Damon had assured you when the news broke that she had resurfaced.

You didn’t want to care.

In reality, her coming back to Mystic Falls wasn’t any of your business. You hadn’t ever had anything to do with her, and you wouldn’t, even if she came back.

Still, it would be a lie to say that you weren’t really comfortable with it.

The two of them, Katherine and Damon, they had quite a bit of history and you just couldn’t fit the feeling in the pit of your stomach that it was going to be bad news for you. It just didn’t seem right.

Maybe you were jealous, or insecure, or something like that but it didn’t really matter. All you knew was that you weren’t itching for her to come back into any of your lives.

Damon was different, for the better, than when the two of you met but Katherine had quite the hold on him for a really long time and you were worried how her poking around in your lives would affect him.

It couldn’t be good, even if she was magically on her best behavior, somehow.

You just didn’t see that happening.

You weren’t jealous, of course, you had to keep reminding yourself of that. You and Damon had been together for several years, and you knew that he loved you. It was the sort of connection that you’d never had with another person, having been enthralled with him ever since he saved your life.

As it would turn out, that was quite the bonding exercise.

However, no experience you and Damon had ever shared could compare to all the time he and Katherine had been together.

They had been in love, and whether it was real for her or not, Damon had never really even gotten over her betrayal. He cared about her deeply, and you couldn’t imagine how seeing her again would make him feel.

Until recently, you thought that you trusted Damon more than anything.

You trusted him with your life for God's sake and you were sure that nothing would ever change that, but evidently, Katherine had decided to challenge that notion.

Ever since she’d come back into all your lives, she had made a choice to just inject herself into every situation you were in. Even now, from where you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth, you could hear her talking to him in the adjacent bedroom.

It was nothing more than pathetic small talk about their past together but it was more than enough to make your blood boil.

You knew more than enough about the bond they had shared and the time they spent together, you didn’t need to hear it from her on top of everything else that was on your plate.

She might not have been too much of a real threat to you, because you knew that no matter what she did, there was no undoing what she’d done to him but that didn’t make you like her any better.

Frankly, even knowing that, you’d had enough of Lady Katherine.

Her presence here, where you lived, was like a slap in the face.

Decades had passed since they were even in the same room and even then, she had done nothing more than treat him like dirt.

It seemed like common sense that she was just going to do it again, but he was letting her. Damon was barely even putting up a fight and really, you were finding it hard to believe.

After everything that she had put him through, why would he even entertain her presence in this place.

He didn’t owe her anything, not anymore.

You thought that what you and Damon had was more important to him than anything else, but if her coming back into his life was enough to make him question that, it said a lot.

So, even though you wanted to go tell her to get out, you kept it to yourself.

Not well, but you kept it to yourself.

You may have been brushing your teeth more aggressively than you ever had in your entire life, but you hadn’t said anything yet.

For you, that was a win.

Deep down, you weren’t really worried about losing him to her. If Katherine had actually bothered to get to know him all those years ago, she would know that Damon was one of the most devoted and loving men in the world.

He was now, and you were sure that he had been before all this.

You just had to break down those walls of his first.

It took some time but it was well worth it once you earned his trust. You knew that he would do anything for you, and anyone else he loved, she just didn’t actually care.

Not that it mattered to her what kind of bond you two had.

As far as she was concerned, you were just some temporary fling that Damon would get bored of and feed off of at some point, like he did most of the others. He had never actually kept a girlfriend around for very long.

He wasn’t the kind, and in any case, she was sure that you couldn’t hold a candle to her.

She had a hold on him that had lasted, at least somewhat, for all the time that she’d been locked away and in a matter of days, she was sure she could have the raven-haired male eating out of the palm of her hand.

It was that easy.

All she had to do was prove it, and at this rate, it wasn’t going to take long at all.

Here she was, sitting new to him on your fancy little bedspread with him, practically hanging on her every word while you were tucked away. Before long, she wouldn’t have to put up with you anymore at all.

He was bound to come to his senses at some point, and she had nothing but time.

She could wait it out.

Tonight though, she couldn’t have gotten away from you that easily.

You could only hide away in the bathroom for so long and once that time had run out, you entered the bathroom with a casual sigh leaving Katherine’s lips at the sight of you.

Just when she was starting to bring up all those good memories they shared, here you came to ruin it all.

“Could you please move over?” you asked, only looking at her as much as you absolutely had to, catching the tail end of an eye roll that you would have been okay with missing entirely.

All she did was scoff, clearly inconvenienced.

“Why? Am I hurting you here?” she asked, not bothering to cover up the hatefulness in her tone, not that you or Damon was surprised. Speaking of, the dark haired male was still just sitting there, waiting for someone to lunge at the other.

He wasn’t a huge fan of her being here either, but he was trying to be civil.

There was a chance they would need her and burning that bridge too early could cause problems along the way, or at least that was what Stefan told him.

He’d lived without her for a long time and he’d be fine if she fell off the face of the earth tomorrow. Though, if she kept testing you, she may not make it until tomorrow.

She may have had the upper hand over you as far as vampire strength was concerned but you all knew that if she tried to do anything to you, he would turn her head so far around that she’d be the one really out of place.

He wasn’t going to let her hurt you, not if it really came down to it.

“That’s where I sleep,” you explained, gesturing to where she was, sprawled out on your side of the bed, without a care in the world. It wasn’t the kind of thing that you even thought you had to explain but she was pushing you.

She wanted to start a fight.

To Katherine, this was all a game and she had nothing to lose.

There were no rules and she was betting on the fact that she could break you with very little effort.

However, there was one thing she was forgetting. You and Damon shared something she could never hope to have with him, something she had given up a long time ago.

Love

You respected Damon and you cared about him.

The two of you were together through the good times and the bad, not just when you needed something from him or you were bored. In that way, she couldn’t hope to touch what you shared.

Still, there was one thing that worried you.

Katherine was gorgeous.

Her body was incredible, and she had no problem showing it off which she had made very clear tonight. Where you would have wanted to hide away and never go outside again, she just strolled around in nearly nothing, without a care in the world.

Emotionally, you and Damon couldn’t have been closer but physically, you couldn’t help but feel like she would beat you had there been some kind of competition.

Even you would have chosen her over you in that regard.

When she stood from the bed, dramatically throwing her hair over her shoulder to give Damon one final wink before leaving, you got a good look at her long legs, even further making you rethink yourself.

Why was Damon with you when he could have had her all this time? Sure, he didn’t know she was down there until today but now that he knew, there was nothing keeping him from picking her.

After she’d left, you plopped down on your side of the bed, immediately turning away from Damon and cuddling into your pillow.

You knew it wasn’t his fault you were having these thoughts about yourself, but you didn’t want to be around him right now.

You didn’t want him to be reminded of what he could have had.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked, after a few seconds of sitting in the dark, staring at the back of your head without a kiss on his lips. You always kissed him before bed, but tonight, you didn’t even seem to care if he was breathing.

It was unlike you and it worried him, not that he would ever admit it.

You didn’t answer right away, letting his words simmer in the air for a few moments as you thought about what you wanted to say. There weren’t really words that would make any sense to him.

From where he was sitting, you would seem jealous and out of your mind but this wasn’t about Katherine anymore.

For you, this was about how he’d settled with the wrong woman and you couldn’t help but feel like he was lying to you about his feelings.

How could he be attracted to you when you looked like you did?

You had asked him before, on a bad day when you woke up feeling huge and ugly, but this was different. Katherine prancing around here had shown you everything that you could have looked like.

What you should have looked like.

“It’s nothing, let’s just go to bed” you tried, far too physically and mentally exhausted to have this conversation.

For now, you just wanted to get some sleep, you could deal with Katherine and all her business tomorrow.

As for your body, that was just going to have to be tomorrow's problem as well. Physical exhaustion always won out over mental anguish, no matter how much you tried to force your own hand in that regard.

All you could hope was that you felt better in the morning, and maybe then, you could explain all this weird stuff to Damon.

~

You woke up to a cold bed, which was pretty much par for the course when it came to sleeping next to a vampire but when you rolled around and found he was gone, that was when you got a little worried.

That was new.

Damon never got out of bed before you, if he even got out of bed when you did, and you couldn’t help but be concerned about what he could have been doing.

Knowing Damon, it could have literally been anything.

Though, the last thing you expected to find when you turned the corner was the man you loved, trying and failing to make what smelled like chocolate chip pancakes and scrambled eggs.

“Good morning my love, would you care to explain why I went to bed without a goodnight kiss?” he wondered, focusing more on the glass of bourbon in his hands than the breakfast that was surely burning on the stove.

He always tried his best where the more domestic stuff was concerned but it just wasn’t his strong suit. He just wasn’t as much of a wiz in the kitchen as he liked to pretend that he was in moments like this.

“After I put out the grease fire you’re about to start” you sighed, moving the pan from the fire and setting it in the sink.

Damon wasn’t going to let you get off easy after last night, but the most you could do was buy yourself some time before you made an absolute fool out of yourself.

He wasn’t about to just let this go.

He never did.

“I’m serious, you got all squirrely after Katherine left” Damon prodded, his hands falling on your hips, which he used as leverage to turn you toward him, trapped between his body and the sink.

You sighed, desperately hoping that you wouldn’t have to have this conversation but knowing that you would.

It was embarrassing.

Part of you, the mature part, knew that this wasn’t that big of a deal but the other part couldn’t help but hate her. She wasn’t just some beautiful girl, Mystic Falls was full of those, but Katherine was a threat.

This was much more about how she was clearly trying to take Damon from you than actually just trying to be a friend to any of you.

She wasn’t that kind.

“Excuse me if I’m not thrilled to have your psychotic ex girlfriend prancing around in her underwear” you scoffed, not understanding what it really was that he was missing.

You were projecting, of course, but there was no real way around it. As insecure as Katherine made you, her being here was just as much of the problem. You didn’t want her injecting herself into your life.

It wasn’t her place, and the idea that he wanted you to somehow be okay with it was really messing with you.

“Cute”

From Damon, that was little more than a casual huff but he knew you better than to just believe that. It wasn’t like you to act like you did last night, not with him, even where she was concerned.

You were better than that.

You were better than her, that was why he didn’t think anything of her immature little games.

“Now the truth” he prompted, a soft smile on his face as he waited for you to tell him what was really eating at you. This had been dragging out for way too long, and he really just wanted to get it over with.

He wanted to help  you feel better, and he would do anything he could to make that happen, you both knew that.

Damon would have gladly turned her inside out if it would make a difference, but first, you had to tell him what was bothering you. He was good, but he wasn’t that good. You had to give him something to go off of.

“She is what I should be, what you deserve” you muttered, the words barely leaving your lips as you thought about them. You didn’t want to admit it to him, almost as much as you didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

You didn't like that she got under your skin, because she knew that she could. The more you let her, the more she got what she wanted.

...and you hated that.

“I think I’d rather have you” Damon shrugged, not even hesitating in his response. Given the two of you, and the person that Katherine was, there was nothing in the world he would have rather had than you.

He definitely didn’t want her.

Katherine had turned her back on Damon a million and one times, and at the end of the day, she couldn’t have given a damn what happened to him but you weren’t like that. You had the biggest heart of anyone he’d ever known, in several lifetimes.

There was nothing he wouldn’t trade, if it meant that he got to keep you.

At the end of the day, you were his person and he knew a good thing when he had it.

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[rachaelswrites]

The Reunion

Spencer Reid x Daughter!reader

Someone Spencer thought he’d never see again comes back into his life. Takes place in season 10

Word Count: 1,887

A/N: This can be read as either a second part to this or by itself

Warnings: Absent mother

As soon as Spencer set foot inside the police station, he saw her. He froze in his path, making JJ run into him.

She stepped out of his way and looked at him, “See a ghost or something Spence?” she jokingly asked. 

“You could say that,” he mumbled quickly before he made his way into the makeshift office the chief had set up. Everyone else was being paired with an office to go to the crime scenes. He was in charge of the geo-profile and interviewing friends of the victims. He hoped she wasn’t involved in this case and maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe it wasn’t even her.

There was a knock on the office door and then it opened and a female officer popped her head inside, “I have one of the victim's friends here ready to be interviewed whenever you’re ready,” she said, motioning over to the woman.

“Great,” Spencer said, trying to hide his emotions. If he was lucky, ten years would be too long for her to remember.

He made his back to her and said, “We can go in here,” he showed her what office they’d be using.

The woman looked up from her phone and stood up. Her eyes locked with Spencer’s and like he did earlier, she froze, “Spencer?”

“Uh hi,” he said, unsure of how else to respond.

“Wow,” she said, looking him over, “Wow.”

“Would you like to be interviewed or just gawk at me all day?” he snapped. He quickly realized his mistake and backtracked, “Your interview would really help stop this man from killing other people.”

“Right,” she said, shaking her head, “Let’s do that.”

~~~~~

Throughout the interview, Spencer tried to remain as civil as he could but certain words came out as more hostile than he meant. It was ten years ago so he should be over it. That’s what he kept telling himself.

“I think that’s all we need for now. We’ll call you if we have more questions,” he said standing from his chair, “Do you have any questions for me?”

“I know you’re on the job right now but I was just wondering if you’d be open to talk?” She stayed in her seat and waited for Spencer to respond. When he didn’t, she spoke again, “Look, let me talk and you just listen. Does that work?”

Spencer wanted to slam the door in her face and leave. He wanted to fly all the way back to D.C and keep that woman away from his family but he didn’t. He stayed in the room and sat down across from her.

“Ten years,” he whispered, “Ten years, four months, and nineteen days. You think that’s a good time to talk?”

“I wasn’t ready, Spencer. You know that,” she tried to reason, ‘I didn't want to be a burden on Y/n’s life. I didn’t want to be a horrible mom to her.”

“So you thought leaving her would be a better choice?” he snapped, “You thought I could raise a baby on my own? When you met me, I was struggling with my mom and working at the FBI. The only reason I took that job was because someone was there for her when I couldn’t. And by the time you left, I couldn’t do anything. The team needed me and so did Y/n. You don’t get to say anything like that to me.”

The woman’s mood changed dramatically, “You know I thought you’d enjoy having all of Y/n’s attention to yourself. When I was around, all you ever wanted to do was hold her and keep her from me. I was lucky you were out of the house so often for cases otherwise she probably wouldn’t even know I was her mom.”

“You think she knows? She hasn’t seen you in ten years. She has no recollection of you and no memories. She only knows she has a mom because I told her. She wouldn’t know you exist if I didn’t tell her,” Spencer said harshly, “You have no excuses for what you did. You hurt me then and your daughter will hurt in the future. She’ll come crying to me during all her big moments wishing you were there with her but you decided to leave because it was hard.”

“Yes I left,” she said, “But I’m sure it was for the better. If she turned out anything like you, she must be amazing.”

“Don’t try to turn this around and drop the subject. You wanted to talk about it,” Spencer hissed. He was furious. How dare this woman come in and tell him this.

“I just want to know what she's like Spencer,” she said softly. She looked close to tears but Spencer thought they were just alligator tears.

“She’s fine without you,” he said, finally standing up, “Which you would know if you at least tried to keep in touch and didn’t move all the way to Montana to run away.”

He left the woman in the room and let the door slam shut. Hotch and Kate were back from their crime scene and were in the office where the team’s stuff was set up. Both profilers could tell Spencer was fuming so they let him be for now. As long as it didn’t interfere with his work, there was no point in bringing it up now.

~~~~~

The team was in their hotel rooms for the night and everyone was meeting up except for Reid. Even if he had been invited, he wouldn’t be out. He wasn’t in the mood to do anything. All he could do was stare up at the ceiling, replaying the scene from earlier in his head, over and over.

The rest of the team was at a bar across the street. Hotch was the first to raise suspicion that something was going on with Reid, “Is there something I should know?” he asked.

“About what?” Rossi replied.

“About Reid.”

“I noticed that,” Morgan said, “I haven’t seen him act this way since he saw his dad in Vegas.”

“You think he’s here and Spence saw him?” JJ asked.

“I don't think that’s it. I think it’s something else,” Hotch said, trying to think of what it was, “What did he do while we were at the crime scenes?”

“Well when you and I got back,” Kate started, “He was leaving the interview room. He was fine before then but afterward he wasn’t.”

“Who did he interview?” Rossi asked.

“The most recent victim's friend,” JJ said, remembering the briefing on the jet.

“Is it possible he knew her?” Kate asked.

“Maybe. We could have Garcia look into her and see. Although I’m not sure it’s a good use of the bureau’s resources,” Hotch said.

“If it helps with the case we should consider it.”

~~~~~

The next morning Garcia was tasked with finding out more information on the victim’s friend. The team was gathered around the table as Garcia filled them in.

“She’s lived in Montana for five years, Illinois for three before that and Kentucky for two before that,” she explained, “She’s originally from the D.C area but left in 2004 in October.”

Spencer knew the reason why she left so when JJ asked that question, he knew the answer, but didn’t want to say it.

“It doesn’t say but let me dig a little bit here,” Garcia said.

Spencer was getting worried. He knew Garcia would find out she was Y/n’s mom and would put the pieces together.

“So six months before she moved, I have hospital records from her,” Garcia said, “Oh,” she paused, “Oh no.”

Spencer knew she knew now.

“What is it Garcia?” Rossi asked.

“She gave birth to a baby girl named Y/n Reid,” Garcia said. From her lair, she was shocked. Of course she knew about Y/n but like the rest of the team, she didn’t know the mom. Spencer had told the team she was out of the picture. There was no indication there was any bad blood between the two. This revelation said otherwise.

“Reid, is that Y/n’s mom?” Hotch asked. He wasn’t mad at Spencer. He was the only member on the team now who knew the true story of her. HE didn’t know that it was her until now though he knew she left.

“Yeah,” Spencer said, “That’s her.”

“Wait what?” Derek asked, “Kid you always said she just wasn’t in the picture. You didn’t say she left you two.”

“It wasn’t important,” Spencer said, starting to get defensive now, “But now you all know so let’s leave it at that.”

“Spence,” JJ said softly.

“No. I'm fine. Y/n is fine. Everyone is fine. Just drop it,” he snapped. He grabbed his bag and headed for the door, “And when we get back, no one says anything to Y/n. Please. I don’t want her to get dragged into this. It’s too much for her. Please don’t tell her,” he said, his voice going to a whisper. He then left the room and the team at the station.

He wanted to go back home and work the case from there. He had done it before and Penelope does it every week but if he came back early, you would know something was up. You were a smart ten year old and even if your dad did come up with a lie, you’d find some loophole and ask about it. Spencer was better off staying here and trying to work the case from a distance.

~~~~~

After the team’s long day, Hotch decided to go and talk to Reid himself. He realized the situation from earlier put him on the spot and that could’ve been the reason for his outburst. 

He knocked on the door of Spencer’s hotel room, “Reid can I talk to you?”

Spencer knew what it was going to be about and that there would be no way around it. The cat was out of the bag and it would never go back in. He got up from the bed and went to the door and opened it, becoming face to face with Hotch. 

“Would you like to be taken off the case? I can make the arrangements to get you home if you’d like. I could even let you work the case from Quantico if that’s any better,” he said.

Spencer shook his head, “I can’t go back early by myself. Y/n will figure something is up and ask questions. I don’t trust myself enough to not tell her,” Spencer explained, “And besides, working the case would be a good distraction for me. I’d like to stay here with the team.”

Hotch nodded. He knew that was what Spencer would say, “Alright then,” he said, “If you need anything or anyone’s help, you have the whole team with you.”

“Thank you,” Spencer said, “I’ll make sure to take advantage of that.”

Hotch nodded again and started walking down the hallway but turned again, “And Reid?”

“Yeah?”

“From one father to another, you’re doing a great job. You’re doing what’s best for your family and that’s admirable. Y/n is very lucky to have you as her dad.”

Spencer smiled, “Thank you Hotch. I’m lucky to have Y/n as my daughter.

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