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juniperskye · 2 months

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Begin Again.

Sneak peek: Reader got out of a relationship about eight months ago and was sure love was meant to burn and break and end…but this particular Wednesday made her believe that maybe, just maybe, she could begin again with someone new.

Aaron Hotchner x (Fem) Reader

Angst/Fluff

Word count: 1236

***Flashbacks are indented and in italics – this story flashes from present to past a few times. ***

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, implied age gap (kinda?), anxiety, self-consciousness, Past abusive relationship, explicit LANGUAGE, no use of y/n, mention of Jack, mention of Hotch’s previous relationship, story is guided by begin again by Taylor Swift (lyrics aren’t all directly used), mention of a love of the Beatles. I think that’s all, let me know if I missed any!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, second guessing your outfit choice. Were the heels too much? Would he comment on them, would he be okay with them? Maybe you should switch to flats, they would be a safer choice.

“Babe seriously. Do you have to wear heels?” He berated you. “These are the shoes she told us to wear. I can’t switch shoes I’m a bridesmaid and were all supposed to look uniform.” You explained. “Really? You’re going to make me look so fucking stupid. Who cares if she chose those, just tell her the didn’t fit or the clasp broke or something.” “I’m not doing that.” You said. “You’re so difficult. Just change your shoes, it’s not a big deal. I just don’t want to look like a fucking idiot because my girlfriend is towering over me.” He continued.

You could remember multiple arguments that went that way. Him yelling at you for dressing how you wanted, so you didn’t. He started picking out your clothes and you complied, because that was easier than having him tear you down.

You smoothed your hands over your clothes and made your way out the door. The drive to the Café was a short one. You parked and made your way across the street, ready to go in and get a table for the two of you, fully expecting to have beaten him there.

To your surprise, when you opened the door, there he was. Aaron stood from his seat and walked toward you. You met him halfway and he pulled you into a gentle embrace. You didn’t fail to notice how he still towered over you despite your heels,

“Hi! It’s so good to see you.” He said pulling out your chair.

“Oh, thank you! It’s good to see you too, I was really glad you called.” You smiled as Aaron returned to his seat across from you.

“Yeah, sorry that it’s a random Wednesday, but with my job it makes it so hard and with us being free today I wanted to take the chance and spend it with you.” Aaron explained.

“I am happy to be here! The day doesn’t matter.” You shot Aaron a shy smile.

“You look beautiful by the way.”

You couldn’t help but blush at Aaron’s words. He had been so kind and gentle with you since you had started seeing one another. You had only gone on a few dates, but things were really good. The two of you had agreed to take things slow, having both gotten out of relationships not too long ago and Aaron also had Jack to think about. You guys had texted and talked on the phone quite a bit. He had gone as far as to call you late one night after a particularly rough case.

The two of you were currently talking about how your respective weeks have gone. Aaron had just gotten back from a case (hence why you were on your date now) and you had just completed a pretty big project at work. In the midst of your conversation, the song playing in the café changed to I Will by the Beatles, one of your favorite songs.

“Oh my god I love this song!” You gushed, quietly humming along.

“You like the Beatles?” Aaron asked.

“I love them! I have every one of their albums on vinyl.” You blushed.

“I don’t think I have ever met a woman with the same level of Beatles obsession as my own.” Aaron smiled at you in admiration.

The two of you ate while quietly enjoying the music and one another’s company.

“For if I ever saw you, I didn’t catch your name. But it never really mattered, I will always feel the same. Love you forever and forever, love you with all my hear- “ “Jesus, can you stop fucking singing that song?” He huffed. “Babe, it’s a really good song, I wish you would just listen to the words.” “I don’t give a shit about your stupid song. I don’t get it anyway.” He shut you down.

Aaron and you continued your conversation upon finishing your meal. You were in pure bliss with how amazing things were going. Aaron was attentive and gave you his full attention. He nodded and responded when it was needed. He also held conversation so well, he gave just enough information about himself in combination with asking you about yourself.

Another thing that had you swooning over Aaron was the fact that he had thrown his head back in laughter a few times throughout your conversation. You truly couldn’t wrap your head around how lucky you had been to have met Aaron. Your ex had never found your sense of humor funny, and it was nice to be in the presence of someone who appreciated it.

“Can you not make jokes like that when we’re in front of my friends? Like seriously what the fuck was that?” He demanded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. It was just a joke. Your friends laughed.” You shrugged. “It wasn’t even funny. They just laughed out of pity to save you from the embarrassment of nobody understanding your stupid ass jokes.” He rolled his eyes at you as he stormed off.

Aaron checked his watch and noticed how late it was getting. He looked into your eyes and smiled, neither one of you wanting this day to end. But he needed to go pick up Jack from soccer practice.

“Can I walk you to your car?” Aaron asked.

“That would be great.” You smiled, wrapping your scarf around your neck.

As you made your way over to your car, you thought about talking to Aaron about how your ex had truly broken you, and that part of the reason you’d requested to take things so slowly is because you had to relearn how to accept love from someone. The last eight months had allowed you time to fall in love with yourself again, but loving someone else was a whole new obstacle you were working through.

Aaron’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, he had been talking about how he wanted to introduce you to Jack, not now, but in the near future. He had come up with a nice way to do so.

“So, Jack and I always watch Elf and the Grinch around Christmas, I think it could be nice if one night you came over and watched one of them with us, you know. It gives us a few more weeks to really solidify things between us and by then we will have been seeing each other for four months. What do you say?” Aaron looked hopefully at you.

“Only if it’s the Jim Carrey Grinch movie. That new animated one is cute and all, but it doesn’t hold a candle to the live action.” You smiled back at him.

“Of course, it’s the Jim Carrey one. We take things very seriously at our house.” Aaron smirked at you.

Aaron and you shared a laugh, and then he brushed his hand over your cheek, leaned in, and kissed you gently. December couldn’t come fast enough. Things with your ex had really messed you up, and he’d left you believing that love wasn’t meant to flourish, just burn, and break and end.

But on a Wednesday, in a Café you watched it begin again.

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vhstown · 9 months

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miles morales x you headcanons

— 1610!miles x gn!reader (friends to lovers)

warnings: just fluff lol (miles is a dork)

note: normal spider-man au, a little tiny bit long. v self indulgent and oddly specific but i tried to keep them in character + inclusive 😭 wrote this at 3am, somewhat edited

For context, you were Miles' first real friend at Brooklyn Visions. You kept running into each other, and he had a strong liking to you after you helped him escape the wrath of the hall monitors without question. Becoming fast friends, Miles is quickly involved in every part of your life at the academy, and he even more quickly develops a crush on you. Luckily for you, he completely forgets about the shoulder touch. The man has no game when he's around you, his best friend, though it's not like he needs to.

Miles draws you a lot, to the point where it's almost obsessive. You're in his sketchbook, class notes, a loose scribble on the back of a receipt. You have your hair different one day and he scrambles to capture it somewhere without you noticing. He has it down to a science, and he tries to convince himself it's absolutely normal to be able to draw you perfectly from memory.

When you find out, he wants a portal to open up and swallow him whole. It's more endearing than anything, though. It's not like you haven't been stealing glances of his portraits in the middle of class anyway.

You may or may not tease him relentlessly about it, but eventually, you get comfortable whenever he slips out his favourite pencil and you pretend not to catch his subtle, studying glances.

Miles loves his headphones, sure. He begged his mom to get them for him ages ago, promising he'd put them to good use. They're basically glued to his ears, that is, unless he's talking to you. He always takes them off, listening intently to whatever you have to say, even if you're making small talk or just saying hi.

Sharing music with you is always at the back of his mind until he finally caves and buys a pair of wired earphones. It becomes routine to listen to something together whenever you hang out, pulled a little closer to each other by the wire playing Sunflower between you.

And yes, he made you a playlist. He's definitely embarrassed about it at first, and listens to it a number of times beforehand to make sure you'd like it. It's full of songs that make him think of you and ones you expressed interest in. He's definitely overthought it, but it's worth your reaction and seeing the Spotify like count increase to one. He listens to it more than you do, though.

Miles is nervous about telling his mom about you. About the both of you. Yeah, he's already told her every detail of you and your life, but he's scared of what she'd think of meeting you in person; it's not like she's hyperaware of the boy she's known for all his life suddenly changing when you're brought up, right? Rio is definitely a mama bear, even if Miles gets the brunt of it sometimes, but when he brings you over for the first time you feel more than welcome. Miles' mom and dad are constantly whispering to each other during dinner trying to make you feel comfortable, and you catching one of Rio's half-scowls at her husband when he asks a stupid question. Either way, there are hugs and kisses at the door, and you leave with your heart and your stomach full. They might just be your new parents. (Maybe in the future?)

Miles definitely helps you with school when he can, especially with more technical subjects. He always drops everything when you message him with a math problem or right before your science finals. He's up on call with you til the sun's up, the both of you questioning your sanity and basic reason when it's really just an excuse to spend time with each other (though the circumstances are unideal.) You send him your English essay to read over one day and he painstakingly looks through it to find things to compliment you on; he has no idea what you're talking about.

And calls with you are one of his guilty pleasures. When he's sure Ganke's not paying attention or his mom's checked his room for the last time, he drops you a hopeful message. You're tired, but you find yourself justifying each time you call until 3 in the morning, talking about the same couple of things. He likes hearing about your day, where you've been, what hilarious or strange thing happened in your classes. He likes hearing your voice most of all; it's even more comforting when it's muffled by sleep and your thoughts come out in jumbled repetitions of the same thing. One day, you fall asleep on call. Miles doesn't bother to decline it, pulling his blanket over him and letting his eyes close to the sound of your breathing.

When the two of you actually get together, he's even more nervous than he was bringing you over for the first time. His brain short-circuits when you say you like him back, and he just says "yeah" or nods to everything you say. He can't believe you like him. Outside of being Spider-Man, he's a bit of a nobody (he just likes keeping to himself). Not to you, though. You're his only other friend besides Ganke (more like the sneaker thief) at Brooklyn Visions, and now he's yours. Despite the ample advice from his uncle, he misses your first kiss. (You try again after a lot of laughter and it's all okay when he gets used to it.)

But... he might be getting too used to it. In fact, now that he knows you're okay with the scary concept of kissing, he's always holding your hand, brushing away strands of your hair, even just holding onto your sleeve by his fingertips. Miles always steals kisses, especially before he runs off to his class on the other side of the academy (he insists on walking you to yours. Yes, he's been late multiple times.) You swear you'll get him back for those one-sided kisses, but the debt piles up, and you eventually get used to it too.

When he hasn't seen you in a while (after slinking off for his friendly neighborhood duties), he pulls you into the most enveloping, bone-crushing hug. His head is pressed into your shoulder and arms almost double-wrapped around your torso like he hasn't seen you in years. It feels like he could pick you up, no matter how much you insist he'll never be able to lift you. It gives you a strange sense of security, and you never question why someone of his stature could probably throw you like a tennis ball.

Though, when you do manage to show him affection before he slips away, he totally melts at your touch. It's like his crush forms all over again, like it's your first kiss all over again. You like to bombard him with love just to see him go quiet and flustered and hear that very specific laugh he's had since his crush formed. He likes having you close, no matter what you're doing. Even if you're both on your phones, he always lets you lean against him or has an arm around you. When you catch him off guard with a little peck on the face, you notice him frantically looking through his home screen like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

You'll get him back one day. Until then, you'll chase him around the whole of Brooklyn if you have to. He's happy to be caught, even happier to be your boyfriend. Maybe one day he'll even give you his drawings of you. Or his entire sketchbook, it's basically all just you. Recently, it's been made up of your smiles. Maybe he'll just keep the sketchbook for himself.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 3 months

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Potential TW ::: Difficulty conceiving. & for my vomit-sensitive friends, here's a mildly changed version: PUKE FREE EDIT

A/N ::: I am so tired tonight that this was not super proofed. This was an ask that came via my messages. They wanted a story with the spicy and the sweet parts of Kats & F.reader tryin' for a baby. I hope it has all the elements you wanted and that you like it!

C/W ::: Aged up Kats x f.reader, several mentions of vomiting & other facial fluids being discharged (snot, tears, puke). Oral M->F Quite a bit of P->V. Lovey dovey stuff, sweet moments between 2 people who just want a freakin' baby. Ok? 😭

WC ::: 4,923 (Jesus christ, I'm so sorry. This totally got away from me and I don't even know how.)

"Hey babe, it's me." Katsuki said in his usual growly voice. "I guess you're still at work or somethin'. Anyway, I'll be home tomorrow night. Also, I'been holdin' back. So, be ready for me. I love you, call me if ya want."

Katsuki was out of town on a job. He's been gone for almost a week now, the longest you two have been apart since you got married, almost 2 years ago. You missed him, sure. But when he came home, stomping through the entryway, yelling for you, it was the best feeling to be wrapped up in his arms and smooshed into his chest.

The two of you have been leaving yourselves open to having a baby for about 4 months now. It hasn't been constant trying, but the longer it goes that you're not getting pregnant, the more you feel like you're needing to take this more seriously. You started reading up on the most productive positions to get the result you're looking for, studying what you can do before and after you do the deed. How to check your basal temperature. When doctor intervention becomes more than a discussion and an absolute necessity.

The phone beeps, alerting you to your missed call and voicemail. "What ... oh, damn it." You listen to the message Katsuki left you and couldn't help the soft pink blush that spread over your face and chest. No man had ever made you feel the way he has. You had been pretty reserved until he helped you tap into your inner slutty girl. It sounds bad, but you've not looked back once since he brought you out of your little sexual shell. And why should you? Every time you're with him you swear it's the best sex you've ever had. Point being, you got really lucky to have him love you and be able to love him.

Pushing #1 on speed dial, you hear the other line ringing and start praying to whatever gods would listen to you that he'd answer his phone.

"Hey brat. Y'ignorin' me now or some shit like that? The fuck ya think ya are?" You could hear him choke out a laugh. The background noise was almost louder than he was.

"You know it, you caught me. Trying to ignore you. What're you gonna do about it?" You giggled when you heard his breath hitch in his throat. Your voice got low and breathy, "You gonna punish me, hm? Good luck catching me, Kats."

The phone crackled a few times before you heard him, "Hey! Y'there? Babe!? Goddamn it, this shit ass fuc---" and then you heard nothing.

"K-Kats? Hello? Are you ... are you there? Oh." You tossed the phone on the couch and pouted. "Things were just about to get good, too." You whined to the cat. But you knew they didn't care. They were Kats' anyway. They merely tolerated you until they were hungry and then they were your biggest fan.

A chime rang out into the quiet room and you pounced on it. A text from Katsuki, "Sorry, shit reception here. I'll try to call you from the hotel later. XXX"

It was about 6pm. Too early for bed, too late to go anywhere. So you curled up on the couch and watched your wedding video. You laughed and cried about how stupid you felt for missing him so much. He's only been gone a week and he'll be home tomorrow. Less than 24 hours and you would be together again.

You woke up to the sun forcing its way through the edges of the window coverings. "He's coming home today! He ... is finally coming home today!" A contented sigh heaved its way from your chest as you stood and stretched the uncomfortable position you slept in from your body. And then immediately a wave of nausea washed over you. "The f-," you covered your mouth and ran to the bathroom. Lifting the toilet lid, you took pause and started praying that you wouldn't puke. "Mmm ..." Your eyes roamed to the bathroom cupboard. The nausea faded and soon your body followed your eyes' lead and you started to crawl to open the door and pull out a pregnancy test.

You peed on the plastic receptacle and set the timer you'd bought specially for the bathroom, only to hurry up and wait for the next 3 minutes.

"Oh." You tried so hard not to let yourself get wrapped up in the hope that all of your fun and hard work had finally paid off. But it still hurt. It always hurt. It was a relief though, that Katsuki wasn't here to have to go through this again. He always somehow got more excited than you at the prospect of you becoming parents. 'There's plenty uh’time, ma,' he always says to you whenever the result is another negative.

It would be several hours before he'd be home, so you put yourself together and set out to grocery shop. You decided to stop by your favorite little boutique and look around at the lingerie. Maybe that would help cheer you up and raise moral to romp around with your husband. You laughed at the stupid thought. It was always fun to be with Katsuki.

You managed to knock all of your tasks out in a couple of hours and drove home to get stuff put away. You still wanted to shower, put on the new lingerie you bought and figure out what to do for dinner. Take-out was calling your name tonight.

In the shower, you started to think about how much you loved Katsuki. And a familiar, warm, tingly feeling started to bloom in the pit of your stomach. Unconsciously, you began rubbing your thighs together trying to alleviate the pressure - however pleasant it might be - building there. It was a dangerous game you were playing here. If you rubbed them too much, you know you'd get beyond frustrated and have to take care of this on your own. And there was nothing you wanted more than for him to be the one to alleviate this pent up tension in your body. Seeing as he was the one causing it, it only seemed fair.

Hurrying to finish washing up, you managed to get out of there with only a little bit of lingering agitation. Perhaps agitation was too strong a word. But you missed him so much there was no other word you could think of to replace it.

All wrapped up in a towel, you went to your room and looked over the clothes you had laid out for tonight. The dress you chose was newer, you picked it up a month or so ago, but haven't had the chance to wear it. It’s so new that he hasn't even seen it on you. The lingerie was a strappy black 1 piece and it looked so confusing to you. But you wanted to look nice for him. You knew he would love it for the whole 30 seconds it was on you before he tore it off. Yet you couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous about his homecoming.

It all felt so new to you for some strange reason.

His Jeep pulled into the driveway and your heart all but stopped beating. Your face got hot and you felt like you were going to puke again. "Jesus, calm yourself, y/n. You're married for Christ's sake. Have been for over 2 years. He is your husband. He already loves you." But you didn't believe a word you said to yourself.

You ran to the bedroom to take one last quick glance at your appearance. Smoothing down the dress at your stomach, you noticed it didn't sit quite like it did when you first bought it. You just chalked it up to a little bit of stress eating with Katsuki being gone, and you trying to stay cool about (not) getting pregnant. It just caught up to you. No matter. He's home.

The front door opened and you heard his heavy footsteps. Music to your ears. "Babe? 'M home. Get yer ass ov-", You peeked your head out of the bedroom and gave him a sassy smile. "There you are, fuck, missed you so much. Don't move." He tossed his keys onto the kitchen table and walked toward you like he was hunting you. Like if he moved to quickly you'd get startled and run away from him. Little did he know that it would take a lot more than him running at you to make you even flinch.

"I missed you too, Kats. So much." You whispered as he got closer. He reached out for you and pulled you flush against him, his mouth immediately finding yours. His lips were so soft and warm and he smelled so good. You couldn't resist the urge to kiss him deeper, and you let your tongue brush his bottom lip. He growled and held you tighter.

"Fuck, y’taste so good. Yer gonna kill me. I can't wait for you any longer. All of you. Every part of you." He kissed your cheek and then your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth. You moaned and ground your hips into his. The sensation of his hardness rubbing against you made you ache with need.

"Oh God. Please. I need you so much." Every brush of his fingers against your body left a trail of raised, peach fuzz hairs in their wake. You were panting now, trying to catch your breath from his lips on your skin. He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes shining with love and lust. "I love you so much, babe."

"I love you too, Katsuki." Your voice was breathy and quiet, almost like you were afraid to say it.

He leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more heat and intensity. His hands found their way to your ass and he squeezed, eliciting a whimper from your lips. "Let's go to bed." He grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom.

You walked in and he pushed you onto the bed. You squealed and giggled as you bounced. He stood over you and started to unbutton his shirt. His abs and pecs were on display for you. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of his muscles moving as he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. He moved to unbuckle his belt and you got a little nervous. He was so hot and you felt like you couldn't keep up with him. But he always managed to make you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.

As he took his pants off, you got up and stood in front of him so he could unzip the dress. "You make this dress look so fuckin' beautiful, babe. Goddamn. So sexy. But y'know, 's much as I love this, 'm dying to see what's underne- Hoh fuck. Th- you- fuck that's hot. This new?" He asked as he covered his mouth with his right hand and shook his head slowly.

"You like it?" You blushed hard.

"Do I fuckin' like it. C'mere. Fuckin' c'mere and I'll show you just how much I like it." He pulled you close and kissed your lips, your neck, your chest. You could feel him hard and throbbing against your lower stomach. It was driving you wild.

He turned you around and began to kiss your shoulders. He moved the straps of the lingerie down and bit your skin gently. "Ah! Katsuki, please. Please touch me. I need you."

"Patience. G’na take my time with you. Got about 6 days to make up for, darlin'. Lemme have this. Lemme have you."

He turned you back around and kissed you deeply. He held you close and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. "I am so glad you're home, Kats." You whispered while you pulled him to the bed.

You laid there and let him take over, let him do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to drive you crazy. He kissed every inch of your body, making sure to pay extra attention to your most sensitive parts.

"You work out this week or somethin'?" He asked between kissing your hot skin. He moved down to your belly. "Fuck, you're just so ..." he growled against your skin as he breathed you in. "Your tits look fantastic. You're so ... gah ... I dunno. You're just so soft." He ran his hands over your curves and squeezed your hips.

You pulled his hair and guided him to your core. "Katsuki, need ... need your mouth." He obliged and licked a stripe up your slit, his tongue pressing firmly against your clit and you jumped back. "Hohmygod, Kats! Fuck!!"

"S'sensitive for me," he dove back in and started to suck on your clit, swirling his tongue around it and then flattening it and moving it side to side, "Fumkin' lub et." You felt like you were going to burst. The feeling was overwhelming and you felt yourself get close to the edge faster than you could ever remember.

"Katsu- kugh, ohmygod, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ..." You grabbed his head and pushed him further into you. He moaned and his hands dug into your thighs as he kept working your swollen cunt.

"Cum for me, baby. Show me how fuckin’ hard y’can cum for me. Lemme see that pretty pussy cum for me." He moved back down and started sucking and licking your clit again, his fingers sliding inside you and hitting that spot you love so much.

Your whole body tensed up and you felt yourself explode all over his fingers and tongue. "Katsuki!!!" You screamed and bucked your hips against his face, chasing your orgasm. You could feel him smiling against your skin as you rode out your pleasure against his face and hands. You didn't know what you were rubbing yourself against but there was no part of you that could stop it from happening.

"G'girl. Fuck, you taste s'good, babe. Kinda diff’rent. More tart. Lemony." He kissed your thigh and then crawled up to kiss you. "Gonna fuck a baby into you now." He smiled down at you, much more sweetly than his intentions actually were and held your legs open so he could slide himself inside you.

"Mmmm, yes ... please, want you … in me." You whined as he started to push himself in. He was big, you were used to it. But tonight you needed a minute or two to adjust to his size. It felt like you were clenching down on him, almost purposely. Making it more difficult for him to push himself entirely inside of you.

"Jesus fuck, you sure you weren't doing some pussy push-ups r'somethin'? You're so tight, babe. Feels so fuckin' good. But … Jesus."

You couldn't control your laughter at him calling kegel exercises 'pussy push-ups'. It was so stupid, but it made you feel warm and loved that he cared enough to notice things like that. "I've been practicing, yeah." You smirked and he leaned in and kissed you again.

"Good. So fuckin' good. Now, g'na fuck you 'til you can't stand it. I'm gonna cum in that hot pussy and make you the sexiest ma on the face of the planet." He growled against your lips as he started to move inside you.

You lost track of time and your body just reacted to him. He was rough and tender. Everything you needed and more. The two of you singing this song of moans in unison sounded better than any of your favorite songs ever had. His grunts and growls filled the room, as he fucked you harder and harder, so too, did your moaning and muttering of how good he felt get louder.

"Kats ... gonna cum again. Pleasepleaseplease ... you gotta cum first! It w- oh god - it works better if you cum first ... I think! Hurry up!" You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into you. You could feel your walls tightening and pulsating around his cock and it was the most exquisite feeling.

"Bah, fuck, I'm close babe. Gonna fill you up so good. Fuck, gonna fill you up with my cum." He grabbed your legs and pushed them back so your knees were against your chest and your ankles were at his ears. He held onto the back of your legs and pounded into you with all the strength he had left in him.

"Yesyesyes! Katsuki! Cum in me!" You were on the edge of your orgasm and you couldn't hold it at bay any longer. You felt the hot wetness of his seed filling you up and you let yourself go, your pussy clenched around his cock.

He stayed inside you for a minute or two, panting and kissing your forehead. Droplets of sweat fell from his face to yours. It was disgustingly intimate. You had never felt closer to him. Physically or emotionally.

"I love you." He whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"I love you." You whispered back.

And with that, he rolled off of you and snuggled up against your back, his hand resting on your stomach. The two of you fell asleep a short time later. Still happily tangled up in one another.

The next morning you awoke to Katsuki gently rolling his cock against your ass. You turned your head as best you could to see him, but when you managed to, you saw that he was still fast asleep. It didn't diminish the arousal that began to creep its way through your body, though.

You rolled over and kissed his face, whispering sweet nothings to him as you tried to wake him. "Kaaats, you wanna go again?" Running your hand down his chest and stomach, stopping about halfway down his happy trail, he opened his eyes slowly and gave you a half smile that looked so sexy on him.

"Mornin' babe. Wha' was I doin'?" He asked, looking down at his erection. "Ah. Was havin' a really ... really good dream 'bout you. Wan' me to show ya what we were doin'?" He flopped onto his back and pulled you on top of him so you were straddling his waist. "Y'so fuckin' wet already. Damn woman. You could put out a fire with that pussy. Hm-hm. Let's start one first though, yeah?" His hands dug into the plush of your hips and pushed/pulled you over him.

Your cunt wrapped so perfectly around him made him let out the most guttural of moans that caused you to clench around nothing. But he felt it and moaned again. It was becoming a vicious little cycle: He'd moan, your body would react, so on and so forth.

He pulled you up, grabbing underneath your ass and lifted you so you were hovering just over his cock. You rolled your head forward to look at him as you slid down, putting just the head inside of you.

"Don't be a fuckin' tease." He growled at you and tried to pull you down, his cock twitching at the denial of the possibility of complete envelopment. "Fucking hell, you're so bratty. Gonna make you pay for this," he laughed.

"Sorry, can't hear you over how good just the head of your cock feels while I'm bouncin' on it." You smirked at him as you wiggled your hips side to side.

He reached up and grabbed your neck, pulling you down to him as he thrust up into you. "I said, don't be a fucking tease," he hissed out through a clenched jaw.

You felt your eyes roll back and your body tense up as he filled you completely. It was almost too much to handle. "Katsu ... ki ... ah, fu-ughh, fuck! Don't stop!" You couldn't hold on anymore. You ground your hips against him as you came, your pussy fluttering and gripping his cock so tightly he couldn't help but follow you over the edge.

All of a sudden, you stopped riding out the last waves of your orgasm. Sitting on top of him still, you put your hand over your mouth and you looked down at him with pure panic in your eyes. "Hmph ..." you shook your head when he asked if you were ok. "Hmphhuh," you gagged again. He helped you off of him and all but dragged your post-o, jellied, naked body to the bathroom and lifted the lid on the toilet for you.

"Y'fuckin' sick'er somethin', babe? Got the flu? What the hell's goin' on?" His brows furrowed and he scowled at you. You knew it was out of concern, not frustration.

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself after something so icky. Hating yourself for doing this right now. Right after such an intimate moment. While he was standing there, staring at you. Puking your guts out. Naked. "Don' knoooohhhh fuck, leave, Kats. Get out! Ple-!"

He squatted down next to you and held your hair back with his right hand and rubbed your back with his left. "'M not fuckin' leavin' you. Not for pukin', not for fuckin' nothin'. Y'fuckin' hear me? Better or worse. Sickness and health and all that other shit. Just shut up and finish. 'L be right here for ya."

The amount of fluid that left your face was disgusting. You'd never had such floodgates open like this before. Puking, crying, snot running from your nose. You were an actual mess. But he stood by you through all of it.

"Hey, babe ... d'ya ... ah shit. D'ya think yer pregnant?" Katsuki asked as you stood from the floor, moving slowly toward the sink to wash your face off. The sparkle in his eyes was undeniable. And it killed you that you had to tell him you weren't.

You leaned over the sink, your face in your hands, and started crying. "I ... oh, Kats. I'm ... I'm not. I took a test a couple of days ago. I didn't w-", his hands on your back silenced you. They were, to date, the most important hands in the world to you. They were strong. They were soft and warm and they are all encompassing. If there were any kind of god, you would live out the rest of your days under his hands.

"Why didn't you tell me? I don't want you carryin’ this all by yourself, y/n. What we don't succeed in doing together, we share the hardships and overcome that ... together. I'm so sorry, babe. I'm sorry I was gone for so long. I shouldn'ta left ya for so long." He spoke to you so quietly. Like his words would be the thing that finally throws you over the edge. The thing that finally breaks you.

"Maybe I ate something." You ran your forearm across your dry lips and hobbled back to the bed to bury yourself in the blankets. "I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I won't do that again, promise." He walked over to you and sat down on the edge and brushed the hair from your face.

"G'na get you some 7-up 'n a cold washcloth. Be right back, babe." You watched him walk out of the bedroom and turn down the hallway. His butt jiggling ever so slightly. It made you smile. And it made you feel something else.

"The hell ...?" You sat up in bed and realized that you were horny. Again. Katsuki came back a minute later with what he promised you. Something to drink and a cold, wet cloth for you to put on your face. Smiling as he handed you this stuff, you pulled him in close to you and kissed him on the cheek all the way down to his neck.

"Oh, babe. Yer jus' so ... hah. No matter what. Even with your hair matted to your face and your eyes puffy and red. I love you." He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

"Don't say it." You smiled at him. It was almost like you knew what he was going to say. And you couldn't bear to hear it. Not right now. You had no idea where you two stood in that department. You weren't ready to admit that to each other. Not yet. Not right now.

He smiled back and laid down next to you, spooning you from behind. He ran his hand along your waist and stomach, over and over. It was relaxing. And it was a little bit arousing, but you managed to keep yourself at bay. You had just thrown up, after all.

"I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I can't give us the baby we want. I'm sorry I'm so fucking broken." You choked on your words as tears started to well in your eyes. "I'm so sorry."

He shifted behind you and held you tighter. "Babe, you're not broken. 'Sides, who says it ain't me? Maybe we should make a doctors appointment, yeah? Get my count tested and all that shit. Whatcha say?"

You sniffed and wiped your face with the washcloth. It felt good against your hot face. "You - Kats, you'd do that? You'd have your sperm count checked?" Rolling over to face him, you took his face in your hands and held it there while the two of you just stared at each other.

"Fuckin' never said I wouldn't! Course I will. 'F we ever wanna get to the bottom of this, we hafta explore every possibility, right?" He ran a rough finger along your cheek to collect the freshly fallen tears and wipe them on the sheets. You made an ick face at him and he told you to pipe down, they need to be changed anyway after the night you two just had on them.

***

A couple of weeks past and he had his appointment with the fertility specialist where they ran a count on Kats. They called and said his sperm was 'abnormally high and active'. Their exact words were, "We have never seen anything like it in our careers." He didn't shut up about it for 3 days.

This left you in a fog. Surely, you were the reason you two couldn't conceive. It made you feel like absolute shit. No matter what he said to you, it didn't lift the guilt you were trying to carry all on your own. You thought he shouldn't have to hurt when he wasn't the problem. This complex was exhausting you and you could feel yourself slipping deeper into sadness.

You went to the clinic at the end of the day that Friday, the last appointment they had for the week. They drew your blood and told you they would be in touch on Monday or Tuesday about the next step after they had a chance to evaluate the sample for any obvious

It was Saturday morning and you were both sitting on the back porch eating breakfast when your phone rang. "It's the clinic, Kats. You answer. I don't want to talk to them. They probably found a plastic bag where my uterus is supposed to be." You pushed your phone across the little glass tabletop and got up, carrying the dishes into the kitchen to wash them off.

"Yeah babe, on it. Hello? N-no. You're trying to reach Bakugou? Well, shit. Yeah. That's me, I mean ... I'm her husband, Katsuki. Yes! The man with incredible sperm!" He laughed, you cringed. "Wait, what? No, that's not ... I mean ...," his voice got quiet and he got up, walking across the yard to mess with a fence piece.

You watched him out there fiddle with the broken wooden slat and felt your heart breaking into even smaller pieces. "Fuck." You whispered, looking down at the tiny bubbles popping on the soaking dishes. A tear dripped from your chin and landed on your chest, darkening a spot on your gray Dynamight shirt.

Katsuki came walking into the kitchen and came over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, he turned you to face him. "Hey, ma?" Getting down on his knees, he put his hands on your waist and smooshed his face into your tummy. "Ma?"

"Are you having a fucking stroke or something? What are you doing, dumbass?" You wiped your chin and huffed out a short, insincere laugh. "Kats, what did - what'd they say. Is it me? Am I ..."

"Yes, babe. It's you. It's you … and the little grenade you're carrying. You're ... we're ... having a baby, y/n. You're fuckin' pregnant." He beamed up at you, tears in his wide eyes.

"It's you, babe. You and me. And … and … and a little us in you. We did it, y/n. We're gonna have a family!"

You covered your mouth with your hands and cried. Not just a few tears, but a full-on ugly cry. You were going to be a mom. Katsuki was going to be a dad. And this was just the beginning of your lives as a family.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe in us. I'm sorry I let myself think for a second that it wouldn't be us. Us. Just us. I'm so happy it's us." You bent over and kissed his forehead. He stood and wrapped you in his arms and you both just stood there letting this new beautiful reality sink in.

The future was yours and yours alone … well, and Kats’ and the babies, of course.

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take-everything-you-can · 11 months

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What makes a man

A/N : This is the second piece into the angiverse or my dad Eddie series of blurbs. A series of Fathers Days throughout Eddies life. One Where his father wasn't so kind, another when he surprised Wayne, and one more where you surprise him. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

P.s Photo in header are all from google straight up not gonna lie to yall have no idea who edited the Eddie and Wayne photo but its phenomenal.

P.p.s update : the photo of Eddie and Wayne was created by user @fefemunson on Pinterest and insta 💕💕🖤

Dividers by @cafekitsune

18+ MINORS DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem reader

WC: 4K

TW: Angst ( Al - need I say more...) Fluff ( Wayne's gift, doting husband, baby girl Munson) Smut ( Breeding kink, F receiving, fingering, unprotected PIV, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, accidental edging, squirting) If y'all see anything I missed please let me know. Not really edited all that much.

Sweat rolled down the side of Eddie's face as he sat crouched behind a car in the packed lot of a junkyard, a few towns over from Hawkins. The sun had set but the heat waves, in the middle of June 1975, had become almost stifling as he kept an eye on his surroundings. Al had promised that if Eddie just kept watch this one last time, while he took care of some business, then he could get him the guitar strings he had his eye on.

It had only been two seconds, two seconds Eddie let himself get distracted as he watched the fireflies light up the darkening sky in swirling patterns. Two seconds and Eddie had missed how a tall figure made its way over to the door in which he watched his father disappear behind. Two seconds and he was too late to let out his crow call to let Al know there was someone coming.

“Run.” A gunshot and a flash of his father was all Eddie heard and saw before his limbs were weaving in and out of old abandoned things that people no longer needed. Things that people no longer wanted. Losing traction as the rain from the night before made the clay and mud beneath his feet slide. He had caught up to Al, Eddie had never been an athlete but when it came to running for his life, he had more practice then one should at his age.

“Stupid, How could you be so fucking Stupid?” Al was catching his breath as he slowed, pretty sure that the men he was stealing from had given up at least for now. “I mean I ask you to do one thing and you can't even do that right.” Eddie walks beside his father and he’s heard the spiel time and time again. “If you think I’m getting you those guitar strings after this, You can forget it.” Eddie knew he was never getting those strings, and if he was being honest with himself he knew this was the only time he was going to get with his father. That's all he ever wanted , to feel like he was needed and if that meant he would have to sit through some words that hurt, then that's exactly what he would do.

He thought to two days ago. Hawkins Elementary had fathers day arts and crafts sweep through the halls and through classrooms as the day approached within the upcoming weekend. He decided that he was going to draw what he knew best. Eddie had drawn a dragon, large and fierce , one only a brave man could face. Sword in hand and threatening he had drawn his father slaying the dragon that plagued the princess’s nightmares around the realm. He was so excited to present it to his father but as he sat and heard the words his father was saying the longer the picture sat in his backpack until it littered the bottom of it at the end of the year.

Eddie would never give the picture to Al, in fact he would grow to forget about it.

It took only a few months as the fall leaves began to change colors and fall to the ground, Al would find himself behind bars. Life without parole for numerous crimes that would leave Eddie with nothing but his mother and His uncle. It would be a very very long time before He would even hear the sound of his voice again.

June 1985 had become as hot as Eddie thought it possibly could within the trailer. Wayne was currently out shopping for two new units, one for the living room and one for Eddie. As the men of the house could no longer stand having their hair drip sweat in their eyes and slick down the back of their knees. So they counted couch change and broke open piggy banks for the luxury of air flow.

Eddie had found himself trying to pry the window that had been painted shut open in his room. A small one across from where his bed sat, and it took all of his strength and an hour of his time, but he had finally been able to crack it. Sweet relief had started to settle around him as a breeze picked up and his curtains swayed in as he took a look around his room. Clothes scattered and books in a pile, a few cups on his desk and sheets of paper askew, Eddie decided to start cleaning his room.

A half clean floor surprised Wayne as he looks in on Eddie as he arrives home with the new units. Almost not wanting to say anything at all to stop Eddie in his task, but he curses himself as the words leave his mouth.

“Come help me unload this truck boy.” Eddie slips on a pair or worn out sneaker and trudges through the inferno only to be met with a realization. It was colder outside then it was in the trailer and he stood on the shared porch in disbelief.

“How is it cooler out here than inside?”

“Not for long If i can help it, Now come one and give me a hand before I melt out here.”

Eddie helps Wayne take both units into the house and he holds them up as Wayne takes his time to install them, making sure that he eases the process as much as he can for his uncle.

Eddie Holds his breath as Wayne plugs in the unit in his bedroom and the second the small little green light pops on and revs the A/C Unit to life, That breath leaves his lungs in a huffed out laugh as he jumps up and down in joy. A laugh from Wayne as he pats Eddie's shoulder as he leaves the room. “Glad you like it. I’m hitting the hay so keep it down here okay?” Eddie nods his head towards his uncle as he lifts his shirt up over his head and just basks in the cool air hitting his skin for what feels like the first time ever.

Eddie opens his closet to hang a few stray long sleeve shirts he had found scattered across the floor. Giving each the smell test before grabbing hangers. Who needs a long sleeve tee in this heat anyway, he thinks to himself. He stops and bends to find an old shoebox that had fallen from the top shelf and somehow landed upside down. Small trinkets from his past had toppled out and onto the floor, a few movie stubs, from trips to the cinema across town. His first DND Handbook , a small pick-me-up Wayne had brought home from a thrift store for him one day after finding out he had the flu.

Then a small folded up piece of paper caught his eye. A Knight in shining armor depicted as slaying a dragon, one with a tail that could take out entire cities and claws like daggers. A sword through its skull as he shields himself from the bloodshed,but the face of the knight confused him. He remembered drawing the picture for his father , his rounded features and brudish stance, but the more he looked in on the knight he realized the picture he had drawn was not rounded but more sharp. The knight was more gentle as if it hurt to even have to slay the dragon but for his princess he would do anything. He had drawn Wayne, not his father.

The picture would continue to lay in the box , and Eddie would put the box back in its rightful place on a shelf in his closet , but Eddie would always know that Wayne would slay his dragon. In fact he realized Wayne had been slaying them for years all in the sake of his protection. This brought a smile to his face as he left his room and made himself some dinner, making Wayne a plate to leave in the fridge so he would have something to eat before having to go to work. Tomorrow he wouldn't wait for the phone call from his father that would never come, instead he would spend it with his dad, a man who took him in and loved him for all that he was.

An Early Morning of June 1988, Eddie paced by the phone for what seemed like hours. He started off his day by sitting , but the nervous bile that would rise in his throat had him up and down. His mind was set on hearing disappointment but you reassured him he would hear nothing of the sort. Finding himself sitting, knee bouncing as if it had a live wire in it, you start to separate things off the stove into their own spots on the kitchen aisle. A breakfast fit for a king, sausage and eggs , bacon and pancakes. All that was missing was Coffee.

The night before you and Eddie had gone to Waynes for dinner leaving a small gift that he wasn’t supposed to open until this morning. You were sure he would open it as soon as you left but the line had stayed silent and Eddie knew for a fact he would call if he did. Given the gift he was receiving you had hoped the phone would ring sooner rather than later simply for the fact that you wanted Eddie to have peace of mind. Each second that passed you saw in Eddie’s features that he was going to the dark and weathered places.

You and Eddie had given Wayne a mug. A small pink mug that when Wayne opened it reminded him of a diner he had not far from his house when he lived in Tennessee as a child. As Wayne poured his coffee into the mug he noticed that when he went to take a sip his hand caressed within it perfectly, a new favorite he would have to keep by the sink. As his last few sips drained the cup he saw an inscription on the bottom of the inside.

‘Pa Pa needs Coffee first’

A shrill ring from the telephone made you and Eddie nearly jump out of your skin. He picked up the phone and held it to his ear but before the word “hello” could leave his mouth Wayne had already started.

“Are you serious? Don’t be playing no games with me boy, cause if i have a heart attack then i'm taking your scrawny ass with me! You better be telling the truth or so help me -”

Eddie's sniffles match Waynes as he just nods his head as if the man on the other end of the line can see him.

“I’m telling the truth, we’re having a baby girl, Uncle Wayne.” Eddie turns as he hears a small sob leave you . You had been watching the man in front of you tell the most important person in his life the news of having your first child. It broke you in the best way.

Eddie motioned for you to come over to him as he couldn't pull the cord far enough to reach you. He wrapped both of his arms around your neck as he held the phone to his ear letting Wayne rattle on his congratulations while you let the tears fall and land on his shirt. Eddie hoped this would be one of those moments you never forget. One that even when you were sitting next to him old and gray , he hoped this would be a memory he could always reach out for.

Eddie hung up the phone and still having you wrapped up in his arms led you backwards. He stopped next to the fridge and opened it opting for orange juice instead of coffee. He had told you about a week or so ago that anything you couldn't do, he wouldn't do, and It was becoming a challenge. Coffee and a cigarette had been his daily routine for as long as he could remember, but having you struggle was something he was not going to let you do alone. So this morning he poured you a glass of juice along with his own and you both sat and ate the breakfast of champions, a slight Happy Father's Day on the tip of your tongue.

Summer on the cusp of beginning in June of 1991 had bees buzzing and roses blooming . A cranky tot had been an alarm clock for you and Eddie for the past three weeks. Not only had your daughter reached the terrible twos but the heat was something she didn't like in the slightest. A stressful few months of Eddie working non stop and you finishing rotation on night shift had left you no time alone together. That would all end tonight.

Wayne had agreed to take Angie for the weekend while you and Eddie had finally convinced your jobs to give you the time off. A rushed drive to Waynes gave you that pit feeling in your stomach and the tears that stained Angies face at your absence gave you tears to shed of your own. Mom guilt was always something you would struggle with. How could you not? Eddie squeezed your knee as he drove, peaking at you every so often to sooth the pit, he felt it too, but you deserve this. Eddie Deserved this.

An early check-in to the hotel you had booked gave you enough time to get dressed and listen to Eddie complain about the restaurant you were taking him to having a dress code. You packed him a black blazer and a maroon button up ,but the man refused to wear slacks. Absolutely threw a fit about it, so he compromised and wore black jeans that you had to inspect for rips. While you wore a black dress that fit snugly against your soft tummy, coming up short against your thighs. If you bent over the entire place would be getting a show but you were saving that for your husband. God your husband, you loved the sound it rang through your brain, an earworm the word had become since you married. Husband, the father of your child, the man you gave your everything to and he gave you back all of himself in return.

The dim light of the room made you squint at the incredibly small print of the menu in your hands and as you look across the table you see Eddie doing the same.

“You see a burger here anywhere?” you roll your eyes.

“Eddie, we did not drive an hour into the city for you to order a burger from a five star restaurant.”

“Why not?” you could see the slight slip of the corner of his mouth. You smile and turn your focus back on figuring out what to eat before the waiter comes back. The pasta sounds nice, the steak on a table across the way looks divine. You settle on a Caesar salad , Eddie orders steak and fettuccine. A beer in front of Eddie pairs with your glass of white as his hand comes across waiting for you to take hold. You indulge him as you pick up your glass with your other hand. Soft circles across your knuckles have you leaning into the table.

“Have i told you how incredible you look tonight?” Heat rushes through you at his tone, seep sultry, dark. A twist in where he laces your fingers with his own and a gleam in his eye. You know exactly what he wants to hear.

“Oh yeah? Me? What about you over there?” You return the look as the waiter sits your food in front of you interrupting whatever he was going to say.

A tight smile is all he gives as he picks up his beer and takes a sip. He picks up his knife and you watch as he tries to cut into his steak, lifting your glass and taking a long sip you take the edge of your heels and slide it up his leg. He nearly drops his fork on the ground at the unexpected touch. Eddie stares wide eyed as he brings his food to his mouth slowly taking the bite.

You look away as if your heel isn't still making its way to his knee and sliding in between his thighs, placing your shoe right against his groin. You can see the way his body stiffens and instantly his hand is slammed against the table. It gets the attention of your waiter as if the sound was a call of his name. When he asks if you are enjoying your food and if you need anything Eddie rushes to get the words out.

“Yes! Good! Everything is delicious! Can we get the check please?” he obliges as he walks to grab the tab for the two of you. Giggling as you take in the wild look Eddie is giving you.

"You done already babe?"

"You are going to be the absolute death of me, woman.” you pay for dinner as a treat for Fathers day, shit this whole weekend was for Fathers day. Eddie gave you hell for paying but the bruising grip on your hip as you walked through the restaurant had you knowing he was going to pay you back tenfold.

Barely making it through the door to your hotel room Eddie had already shed the blazer you had made him wear. Lips catching between teeth and struggling to undo buttons has you both breathless and frustrated. Eddie pulls the shirt up and over his head yelling fuck it as it soars across the room. The rattle of his belt buckle sends a shiver down your spine as you sit and struggle to undo the clasp of your heels. Eddie kicks the denim that pooled around his ankles to the side as he jumps up onto the bed. His knees against the sheets, he takes one of your heels in his hands and leans it against his chest as he undoes the clasp for you. He throws the heel behind him and does the same to the other leaning over you as his hair falls around your face.

“Mhmm, I've been thinking ‘bout this all day.” your lips crash into his, a hungry, feral feeling overcomes you as you wrap your legs around his waist. His lips begin their journey down your neck and across your chest, sucking small spots and leaving small bruises, as if leading breadcrumbs to find his way back home. He reaches the hem of your dress as he nips at your thighs pushing the fabrics up so it bunches at your waist.

“Isn't it Fathers Day, shouldn't I be the one going down on you?“ He catches your eyes as you look down and shakes his head.

“Nope. Like you said, it's Fathers Day and that means I get whatever I want baby, and I didn't get to have dessert.” He takes the lace between his teeth and lets it snap back in place listening as you let out a small whine from beneath him.

“Mmm so sweet” He slips the thong along your thighs and down your legs as you let them spread for his immediate return. Except it’s not immediate, he takes his time. “So good to me, aren’t you sweetheart?” He takes his time kissing his way down your thighs to your dripping core. He drapes your legs over his shoulders as he slips his tongue through your folds and around your clit. Sucking hard as he lets the slick of your arousal coat his taste buds. Kissing your cunt as if he can’t live without its breath in his lungs. He slips his tongue into you as he lets his nose stimulate your clit. You wonder if he can breathe but the thought is lost as he slips a finger into you instead coming back to focus on that bundle of nerves. Your hands wrap themselves around his curls and grip hard, earning a moan from him that vibrates against your core as he adds another finger and a gasping moan sounding from deep within you as you chase that lightning through your core. Shaking thunderous moans of His name leave you as you give in to your husband. He slows the curl of his fingers and lets you ride out your high letting himself pant against your thigh as your grip in his hair loosens.

Laughs from Eddie send you into a fit of your own giggles and the loving look he gives you as he hovers over you letting you taste yourself off his lips. Slow and needy you reach down and grasp Eddie's length through his boxers and a groan is made from the back of his throat.

“Eddie.” The soft moan of his name is all it takes for him to give you anything you ever wanted. Some Days it’s your laugh, other days it’s the way you take care of his daughter, but right now in this moment it’s the way you're sighing at his touch.

You sit up pushing his shoulders back until his head hits the pillows,straddling his waist and sliding up and down his cock a few times, coating him in your slick. Lining him up with your entrance and sitting slowly until his entire length is buried inside you. A deep moan from within the both of you. You lift yourself off of him leaning back resting your hands on his thighs as the angle lets him hit that sweet spot inside of you with every drop back into his lap. The way his cock slides against your walls has you throwing your head back ,eyes closed in ecstasy.

“Uh uh , Look at me , Let me see you baby.” your chest heaves with each thrust he sends upwards into you, unable to form words. A sudden flip has you separated from Eddie right as you were on the cusp.

“I said look at me Baby, Come on. What ? dick so good you’ve gone dumb?” He slams into you and the sounds of his skin slapping yours, as he fucks you into the mattress, echoes off the walls.” God you’re so tight. Squeezin the fuck outta me.” You whine as he lifts you so your chest is flush with his own. “Look so good underneath me ,gonna fuck you full baby.”

“Yes , god yes Fuck Eddie, fill me up.” you moan through each thrust, right against his ear. You reach your climax gushing around Eddie a small spray reaching his abdomen and wetting the sheets beneath you. Nail marks scratching down his back send him into his own orgasm as he coats the walls within you thick, falling forward with you under him. A weight you would always welcome. Both of you lay in utter bliss for what feels like forever before he slips out of you. You hiss at the empty feeling but welcome the warm rag Eddie drags across your center. A glass of water is given to you as you lay tangled in the sheets bringing them to your chest as you gulp down every drop. A small smile on Eddie's face has you feeling like you did the first time you saw him. Unbelievably awestruck.

“What's on your mind Honey?” He thinks for a second but gives you an answer far from what you expect.

“I think we just made our second child.” loud and blissfully you laugh.

“One not enough? “ His dimples practically touch each other as he purses his lips, letting his tongue glide over the bottom.

“One is plenty, but I just can't help but want a little more of you in the world.” you sit up on your knees as you bring Eddies face down to your own, sliding a hand across his cheek as your lips meet.

"I wouldn’t mind a little more of you out there either.”

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redclercs · 11 months

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DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

viii. 'cause I know that it's delicate

— the one where he is rooting for the anti-hero.

❝𝘉𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘳. 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘴.❞ —𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴

warnings: did somebody say charles-centered chapter? third person pov, hate, mention of last chapter's panic attack, misogyny (i'm sorry!!! i'm going to let y/n have peace eventually i swear!!!) foul language, cheesy taylor swift references, 2.4k words (+articles as always!).

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Can we stop proving Taylor Swift right for once? When she wrote 'My reputation's never been worse' back in 2017 we thought that would be the end of it. But in more recent times (2017 was AGES ago, guys, come on) the lyrics are still relevant and being applied to actress y/n y/ln's life. Her reputation truly has never been worse.

One thing is being called bad at your job. Which, okay, she is not (I am not biased, I'm just not stupid). y/n is great at being a RomCom actress, she has a stylist that sells her well and has good social media presence. Or had, since that's all gone now.

Even if she was lucky enough to really start making it in Hollywood, we can't ignore the fact that for the past two months y/n has been exposed as a really bad person. AND SHE'S LETTING IT HAPPEN!

While a lot of people in social media have come to her defense in the rejected marriage proposal topic, saying she doesn't have to say yes if she doesn't feel like it, others say it's what she 'owed' to Aidan Kim.

Sources, who are still yet to be revealed, have talked to magazines and celebrity sites about her romance with the guy she only sees as a toy. Does y/n have feelings at all? I guess Charles Leclerc didn't like what she said about him, since there were no pictures of them together at the Spanish Grand Prix. Losing your boyfriend and your reputation in the same week must hurt.

But that's not even the main issue here, why is y/n letting all of this happen right in front of her eyes? Hello, girl, speak up! Does she really have nothing to say in her defense?

People are eating her alive and what she does is post her luxurious breakfast in Monaco, Elix cans and Ferrari Special Edition merch. y/n doesn't care what is being said as long as people keep talking about her. You're going to regret this, girl. That's all I'm saying.

For now, let's say goodbye to the 'Queen of RomComs' reputation (2019-2023).

By Bridget Garcia

Matilde Bassi comes in the defense of y/n y/ln after last week's new discoveries on her breakup, a turmoil that has followed y/n for months now.

"She owes nothing to Aidan Kim. She's a self-made woman, and it's frankly disgusting how people want to give her achievements to some man." The former Broadway star said in an Instagram Live on Sunday June 4th.

After comments asked for her thoughts on the rejected engagement, Bassi didn't hold back: "y/n, just like every woman, has the right to say no. It's a proposal, not a sentence. Good for everyone who is brave enough to know what they don't want in their lives anymore."

Matilde hasn't walked away unscathed after such brave statements, people have started to crucify her on social media. Comments go from how she doesn't deserve to keep playing Juliet to how they're glad she lives in Italy now so they can't come across her on the street, Bassi is suffering similar repercussions to that of her beloved friend.

Let's remember Matilde and y/n were seen together in Europe in May, enjoying a short break in Rome before attenting the Monaco Grand Prix, where y/n went to see alleged boyfriend Charles Leclerc.

What do you think? Is Matilde Bassi right, or should she have kept her comments to herself and held on to whatever amount of love the public still had for her?

FROM CHISMETIFOSO ON TIKTOK: "THE FERRARI BOYS TALK ABOUT Y/N Y/LN" PT.1 & 2

[female voiceover in spanish]: ❝Charles went back to Monaco for the week off before Canada, and stopped to take pictures with fans like he usually does. Someone was brave enough to ask him what was up with y/n, besties, you won't expect what he said.❞

[Charles Leclerc, in english]:❝I am lucky to have a woman like y/n in my life, she's an amazing person and a great friend—[cut off]❞

[female voiceover in spanish]: ❝The Carlos video was sent by a fan that met Carlos in Spain, she also asked about y/n and Charles and Carlos assured she's loved by everyone.❞

[Carlos Sainz, in spanish]: ❝y/n is friends with everyone at Ferrari because we spent a lot of time together, I like her a lot she's fun to be around.❞

[female voiceover in spanish]: ❝Well, what do you think besties? Are our Ferrari boys on a PR stunt or do they really like certain actress that has brought nothing but drama to the table since they met her?❞

June 7th, Maranello, Italy.

Charles was already having a bad day before they told him about the PR meeting. Although it seemed impossible, this season's car got shittier every time and it made his confidence drop a little more every time he got on it and failed to drive properly. Was winning Monaco really just a lucky strike like everyone kept saying?

Spain was definitely a whole weekend to forget, not only for the shitshow that the Grand Prix had been. He couldn't stop thinking about y/n's panic attack and the way she had cried in his arms that same night.

Charles is not oblivious to everything that is happening around her, and how it did seem to get worse every time. When he first met her, he didn't think it would get to this point where people who didn't even know her would inflict torture and mental abuse on her all day every single day. And although Charles has been through a fair amount of online bullying as a professional athlete and public figure, it's not in the same way that what y/n is being subjected to right now.

"Are you listening, Charles?" the Ferrari PR manager asks, tapping her fingers in front of him, a few drops of coffee jump from his red styrofoam cup and into the white surface.

He nods, uninterested. Charles couldn't care less about whatever the Elix guys have to say. He sees the way the worst of them, Stuart Schaffer, looks at y/n. Lascivious, filthy. Charles has thought about punching him more times than he would like to admit.

There was a whole presentation on how Ferrari is being perceived by fans all over the world right now, touching on several points starting with Carlos and him, the last three races and finally, the people that surround Ferrari.

"Elix is experiencing a drop in sales, and we believe this to be due to a certain public figure that has been seen around the Paddock..." the Elix representative is saying, pointing at a graph that ends at the bottom of the page.

"Maybe it's just that your drink is shit," Charles' mouth is quicker than his brain, and he knows he's completely fucked himself over by the gasps that run through the table. Except for Carlos, Carlos has to hide his laugh with a cough. "I don't know."

The only reason he drank it so often, even when cameras were off, was because he didn't know what to do with his hands when talking to y/n.

"Charles!" the PR manager hisses. There have been several times in which he has earned that hawk-like look from her, but it still fazes him.

Yet, he doesn't back down.

"If you were going to talk about y/n and blame her for whatever disaster is happening with your company, you should have at least asked her to come. Talking behind her back is low."

y/n's absence didn't surprise him, she was back in L.A. first thing Monday. And although he's glad she's not here to listen to these bunch of assholes blaming her for their mistakes, he wishes she was just to see her, to make sure she'll be okay.

His name is passed through the table again in hisses and warnings, and finally he lets go.

"This is your fault too, kid," Stuart Schaffer has his hand in a fist on top of the table, red blotches coloring his face and neck.

Charles loathes the word kid coming out of his mouth. Him and y/n are of similar age, and she's not a 'kid' in his eyes.

"If you weren't fucking that bitch while she had a boyfriend, this wouldn't be happening."

His ears are ringing and he knows it's his face now that's tinted red.

"Get out, please Charles," the manager intervenes before another word can come out of his mouth, or worse, before he reaches Stuart Schaffer with his hands. "Now."

Charles' veins feel on fire as he gets up from his seat and walks out of the conference room. Biting the tip of his tongue so as not to curse Stuart in every single language he knows.

Carlos makes eye contact with him as Charles closes the see-through door and shakes his head. 'They're going to give you so much shit,' his eyes say. And he's right.

The meeting takes an hour more and he's in one of the offices, buzzed with caffeine and bored out of his mind. He has, regretfully, scrolled down the hell that is Twitter. He's even more pissed off than before, and the caffeine is making him desperate to get out of his seat.

“How bad is it?” Charles asks when Carlos crosses the door.

“A little bad,” Carlos isn’t stressed, he even smiles. “For you mostly. But looking at the bright side, no more Elix.”

No more Elix also means no more money from them. Which won’t make a difference, he thinks.

“Thank God,” Charles lets his head fall down the back of the couch. His nape hurts.

“It also means no more y/n,” Carlos’ tone has changed and he’s looking at Charles with that puzzled look that means he wants Charles to expand on his thoughts.

“She can still come if she wants to,” Charles replies, still feigning tranquility. “I’ll give her a pass.”

And he really hopes y/n wants to. Because all he's done lately every time he goes back to the Ferrari Suite during race weekends is look for her around the room, hoping that she'll be looking at him already. It’s like pieces fall into place when it does. He knows he'll miss her if she's not there anymore.

"Yeah, me too," Carlos plops down on the couch next to him, putting his hands behind his neck. "Do you think she's okay?"

Charles shrugs, an impassive gesture that doesn't reflect the turmoil inside his brain and heart. He is worried about her, and has been for a while. "I'm sure she is, she's back in Los Angeles." They have texted often since he left right after the Grand Prix, but it isn't the same as hearing her voice tell him it's alright.

Carlos stares at him for a few seconds more, thinking his next words through. It's not like he doesn't notice the way Charles looks at y/n every time they're in the same room, he also isn't ignorant to the get-together they shared in Monaco—the one Charles shared zero details about—or what happened in Spain when neither made it to dinner.

But he wonders if Charles is aware of how hard he is falling and what kind of a mess he's getting into.

Carlos likes y/n too, although it took them some time to become acquainted. y/n knows how to throw the exact words at him to tease him, she's brilliant, and when people aren't putting her down, her good mood is contagious. She's like sunshine coming through the curtains on a warm morning.

Yet, it's obvious he'll feel more protective over Charles. He knows it's a mistake to spend so much time on social media, not only looking at what people say about himself, but about Charles and y/n, the cruel lies and twisted truths. He has thought about asking Charles whether he's really aware of the way things look to the outsiders, or how they're tearing him down too.

"What is it?" Charles asks, frowning.

Carlos shakes his head. It's not his place to say anything about his infatuation, if that's what this is. "Why don't you give her a call?"

"Yes, I might." Charles nods absently, looking at his lock screen. Pierre has sent him another link to more news about how he's a homewrecker. Pierre calls him 'loverboy' and makes fun of every new article that comes out about y/n and him. Charles hasn't found it entertaining once.

"Charles," the PR manager doesn't have to raise her voice in the silence of the room. "Come here, right now. Please."

"Told you," Carlos mutters, crossing his legs.

Charles groans and gets up. A reprimand isn't the end of the world when his car gets progressively shittier and luck left him a while ago.

And when he's not sure of when he'll see y/n again.

Charles knows he doesn't need to 'fight' in the name of y/n, or that she even would like him to. She warned him weeks ago that he shouldn't get into the nightmare that this situation is. But he'll be damned if he's going to continue letting people put her down at his expense.

y/n is not a damsel in distress, he knows. And standing up for her doesn't make him a knight in shining armor. It makes him a decent human being and a good friend.

Charles thinks really hard about this, way often. Is it okay that his friend makes his heartbeat quicken every time they're together? He feels like a teenager again, with butterflies flying around his stomach when he thinks about her. Not to mention the fact that he's tried to flirt with her several times, to no avail.

There are many things in the world that Charles wishes he could change. His luck, to begin with. But he really wishes things were different when it comes to y/n. He wants her to have peace, he wishes she'd never had to deal with panic attacks or anxiety induced by hate. He wishes they'd met in another time, when things weren't so fragile and the world could stay away from them, and wherever he knows he wants things with her to go.

And he wishes he knew if he's brave enough to deal with all of it.

"Hello?"

The wave of emotion hits him from head to toe and it takes him a moment to catch his breath. He's worse than a teenager, he knows. Charles has never acted this way before, and it makes him vulnerable in a way he doesn't completely dislike, but isn't comfortable with either.

"Hello y/n," he says, after clearing his throat. "I was um– I was just thinking about you."

There is a pause on the other side of the line and Charles looks at the clock on his nightstand. He did the math to figure out the timezones three times, yet he does it again.

"Hi Charles," her voice comes after a sigh of relief, "Were you?"

"Uh– yeah, I– I just wanted to know how you're doing."

Another prolonged silence and Charles adds: "Is that okay?"

y/n chuckles, "Of course it's okay."

"So, how are you?" Charles continues, anxiously pacing around the room. He wants to ask the right questions. "How's L.A.?" maybe that's not one of them.

"Well, it's Lalaland, what can you expect?" there is movement in the background and then a door shuts. "How's Maranello?"

"Well..." Charles isn't sure if Elix has called her already and he doesn't want to be the one to break the news. "The usual. Praying for improvement every week."

"That's something we have in common," y/n's chuckle comes without humor this time. "But I'm going back to New York in a few days, so that's something to look forward to."

Charles smiles. "Do you need any help with moving?"

"Are you flying from Italy to help me move back to New York?" y/n laughs and her genuineness is back.

"I could, if you needed me to."

He has never felt more awkward in his life, or giddier.

"Thank you, Charles. But I have two suitcases with me, I can handle it like a big girl."

It's Charles' turn to laugh, he has stopped pacing. “Just let me know if you need me, y/n.”

“I think I will.” y/n says, and after some consideration: “Can you stay with me on the phone? Just for a little while.”

And Charles is embarrassingly willing to drop everything and stay on the phone for as long as she needs to.

“Yes, sure,” he replies instead, “What do you want to talk about?”

And they talk about everything and nothing. Silly commercials, pet-peeves about airports, favorite colors and long forgotten songs. It takes more than a little while, but neither care about how much time has passed.

It’s not mental gymnastics realizing he likes her. Likes her, likes her. He feels like he’s inside one of her RomComs; already pining for her. What would the name be? Something cheesy and catchy, like 'Racing Hearts'. He likes it. And hates it, too.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” She interrupts her story about the nightmare that Paris was when filming Parisian Valentine, not minding cutting her story short.

Regret comes immediately because he doesn’t know how to fill the silence now, not with the words he wants to say.

That he knows how delicate things are right now. That he likes her for who she has shown him to be and how he is impatient to know even more about her. But he knows he’s probably going to scare her away if those silly words actually come out of his mouth.

“I like talking to you,” Charles says instead. The caffeine hasn't left his system, but he knows the new buzz comes from something else.

“But?” Y/n prompts, he can hear the change in her tone.

“No buts. I like it, I like you.”

“I like you too, Charles.” She says softly, and he pictures the small smile on her face. The one she saves for the times she's one hundred percent comfortable, like when they were at the lake in Monaco.

“And I want you to be okay,”

y/n lets out a shaky breath that makes the microphone crackle. “We are okay, though, aren’t we?” She’s thinking about the tabloids again.

“We are okay. We’ve been on the phone for two hours,” he laughs, and, regretfully, lets out a yawn before he can help it.

“Get some rest, Charlie,” y/n lowers her voice too. “Thank you for staying with me.”

The endearment, although common when people try to be cute to him, sends another wave of giddiness through his body.

"Anytime," he doesn't fight her goodbye because it's a lost cause, especially after he let on his tiredness. "I mean it."

"Thank you," she repeats, "You're a good friend."

Charles smiles, that's enough for now, more than enough for now.

"See you soon, y/n." Charles assures, a smile on his face.

"Goodnight Charlie."

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bloodlustngore · 1 year

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Don’t show her!

Penelope shows Reid a picture of Emily from her school years and tells Emily she will show Y/n the picture, who Emily really likes, Y/n comes over at the right time.

A/n: This is just a little silly oneshot I had in my drafts from ages ago! I’m working on a longer one right now but thought I’d upload this one ;) which is probs really crap but oh well ig

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When Emily had gotten into work this morning, Penelope was stood beside Spencer who was at his desk on the otherside to Emily, holding a picture. She so badly wanted to know what it was about because Spencer was questioning it while also glancing at her a few times, she was too busy drinking the rest of her coffee until Penelope had spoken up "you were too young to understand this" she chuckled.

Emily rolled her eyes at them both "alright what are you two looking at?" She asked while rolling her eyes, grabbing the picture from the blonde, she turned it around. It just so happened to be her yearbook picture from years and years ago, back when she was in highschool in, with wild hair and the goth phase.

"Okay, you edited this or something. That hair?" Emily rolled her eyes again, she knew full well that the picture wasn't edited or anything that was all her and Penelope would remind her. "Oh no pussycat that was all you" she chuckled.

"Where did you even find this anyway?" Emily questioned, she knew that was a stupid thing to ask knowing that Penelope was one of the best hackers/tech person shes ever known. "Do you really have to ask that Emily" she laughed. Emily laughed a little bit but what Penelope said next was not making her laugh.

"I wonder what Y/n would think of this?" She smirked. That was when Emily has clutched onto that photo for dear life and made sure that nobody else would see it. "Oh Pen, thats dangerous territory" Spencer chuckled. Knowing full well how Emily felt about this woman. "You wouldn't Penelope Garcia" Emily warned. But the blonde smirked at her, nodding her head.

"Oh I would, I can just send it to Y/n' phone right now" she chuckled, teasing Emily. "No seriously Pen don't show her!" Emily exclaimed but as quietly as she could considering shes at work and doesn't want to cause a scene over a silly picture of her from high school...it was just embarassing.

"Don't show me what?" Y/n over hears Emily as she approaches the brunette, smiling at her. "Um nothing" Emily tried to hide that picture so well but Y/n had already caught on the moment she saw it in Emily's hands. Y/n knew how to distract her so she could get the photo from her hands, Penelope and Spencer just watched the two women, as Y/n teased Emily, leaning over her desk in front of her with a smirk plastered on Y/n' face, and the fact her cleavage was showing a little as she leaned forward. Emily tried so hard not to look in Y/n' direction but the moment she did, the brunette couldn't help but look, despite trying to just look up at Y/n' face, Emily getting a bit flustered.

"Spence your innocent eyes, look away" Penelope joked as she laughed at his confused facial expressions "thats how you distract Prentiss, Reid. Or atleast how I do" Y/n chuckled, teasing Emily even more.

And just like that Y/n managed to get the photo from her hands, Emily was about to protest until it was too late. "Is this a picture of you from school?!" Y/n exclaimed, she didn't laugh but she did tease Emily again when she smirked at her. Emily rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed and embarassed.

"I hate you all" she sighs, but Emily didn't mean it, no matter how much she teased her she could never hate Y/n for it, she loved it...because she could get her back later for this. And Emily knew just exactly how she would do that to her.

"I think you looked pretty cool" Y/n winked. Emily didn't have to be embarrassed atleast it wasn't as bad as Y/n' high school picture that was for sure.

"And plus it doesn't look as bad as mine" Y/n chuckled. Now getting the attention of Garcia, Reid and Emily all at once, they looked at her in sync. "I have to find it" Penelope added, with a chuckle.

"No please don't! Its really bad" Y/n begged. Emily playfully punched your arm and smiled "now you've seen mine, I have to see yours".

"Shut up you" Y/n rolled her eyes at the brunette woman. Penelope practically raced over to her office, Spencer went over to Derek as he spotted him. Y/n and Emily continued their little flirty ways with each other that the whole team can even sense their behaviour with each other, but they wouldn't say a word until both Y/n and Emily finally admit it or if it gets to a point where they're sick of them playing around, which currently, they are.

“We've got a case" Hotch mentions. Y/n, speed walking to the room, Emily following behind as she grabs Y/n' wrist and manages to pry the photo of her from her hand. Both women letting out giggles, as they continued to the room to get briefed.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x you #criminal minds #oneshot #dunno where I was going with this #it was a draft for ages #this is kinda cute #Emily Prentiss is a lesbian #emily prentiss x female reader

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maryonaccross · 10 months

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Hello.

I don't understand the idea that Alicent is a bad mother.

Alicent was angry and horrified that her son was permanently injured and that her husband did absolutely nothing to punish anyone for what was done to his son. In that moment Viserys abandoned him and Aemond considered himself as having only one parent afterwards.

Aemond saw his mother crying and HE had to comfort her, telling her that everything is going to be okay.

Alicent does love her daughter, even through she quite understand Helena at times. She doesn't understand that her daughter has the gift of visions. Maybe Viseys would have realized Helena did but he paid no attention to her.

And Alicent was willing to protect her least favorite child Aegon from an angry dragon. She stared that thing down and let Rhaenys know that she would protect her children with her last breath.

Hey, I absolutely agree and have actually made a post where I touched open how Alicent’s actions as a mother get used against her no matter what she does https://www.tumblr.com/maryonaccross/718469714197790720/alicents-parenting-being-used-against-her-no

As well as another post ages ago where I talked about how comparing Rhaenyra and Alicent as mothers is incredibly stupid seeing as they became mothers in very different ways and at different times in their life (you know, Alicent being a child bride and victim of marital rape and all that).

Apart from that I have recently stumbled across a photo of Aemond’s severed eye on tumblr that was part of the hall of nine scene but was cut out of the final edition of the scene that we got to see in the show (very beneficial for Rhaenyra I might all because trust me, if that had been shown no one would have cared one bit about the little cut Alicent gave her. It utterly pales in comparison to what Aemond when through).

I was thinking about including that image in this post but I honestly think it’s way too graphic so I don’t want to shove it into peoples faces without a warning so go check that out yourself, it’s all over tumblr (I’ll see if I can find a link).

Anyway, after seeing that… let’s just say if I were in Alicent’s place I would have torn Viserys’ eyes out with my bare hands.

She was more than justified in her reaction in that scene but unfortunately the show chooses a narrative that makes her outrage and anger seem out of place by focusing on Rhaenyra, the same way it does throughout the entire show. We never get to see Alicent give birth or spend time with her children in day to day situations the way Rhaenyra does. Sadly many viewers seem to be unable of drawing conclusions and thinking for themselves and don’t pick up on something unless it’s shoved into their face.

#pro team green #anti team black #anti team black stans #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti daemon targaryen #pro alicent hightower #anti viserys i targaryen

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unreliablesnake · 1 year

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My new swag (Joel Miller x reader)

Summary: Joel's ex makes you snap, and it's revealed that you come from a rich family.

Note: This brainrot comes from me reading this amazing chapter of Summer Submission by @elvinaa. I just wanted the reader snap and reveal that she comes from a ridiculously rich family (like Nick in Crazy Rich Asians), making Allison and Sarah shut up at once. Thank you so much for giving me permission to write this!! / The title comes from this song because I've been listening to this on repeat while writing. /Not proofread or edited. I'll die on that hill one day.

Warnings: age gap, no outbreak, rich Joel.

It would have been a blatant lie if you said you weren't nervous. Joel was there by your side, promising a wonderful evening for the two of you, but you knew his ex-wife and daughter would also be there, which foreshadowed the upcoming drama. Why would they start and behave now of all times?

And just as expected, drama slowly unfolded. First Allison and Sarah made their snarky little comments, trying to anger you and Joel simultaneously. Then Charles started talking shit, giving you a glimpse into the series of lies those evil witches were spreading about you.

Then there were the looks of familiarity from people who had already known you and your family. But you knew they would keep their mouths shut about this. No one needed to know the truth, especially not Sarah or Allison. Oh, they would be a hundred times worse if they knew. A part of you wanted them to find out, the thought of the look on their faces being quite entertaining, but this wasn’t the right time or place for that.

Being in the company of Stella and Neal felt like a breath of fresh air. They were always so nice to you, making you feel safe and sane in the shitstorm you got yourself into by choosing Joel. You didn’t even know where you would be if they hadn’t taken you under their wings.

Sometimes you wondered if it was a good idea–staying with Joel, that is. Maybe you should just go home and leave this madness behind. Not because Sarah and Allison wanted you to leave, not because you were afraid of what they would do, but because that was the only way you could keep your remaining sanity and dignity.

“You okay?” Neal asked you on the dancefloor, knocking you out of your darkening thoughts.

Letting out a sigh, you thought about what to say. He could see right through you, there was no reason to lie. “Why am I here?” you asked him, being sure he would know what you meant by this short question.

Neal groaned, a sound that was accompanied by a disapproving look as he guided you. “Just breathe in, then breathe out. Calm down. They can’t hurt you with their stupid lies. I mean, they could, but I’m sure you can protect yourself. You don’t need anyone’s help, not even Joel’s.”

Maybe he was right; you shouldn’t let those vicious women get to you. So you put on a smile and gave Neal the sweetest look you could possibly manage. He couldn’t help but laugh as he complimented your sudden good mood, making you laugh as well. It felt nice. It felt warm. You were beginning to feel like yourself again.

“When was the last time you were at an event like this?” he suddenly asked when a slower song was playing and he held you closer than before.

You had to think about this for a moment. “A few years ago. I can’t even remember what the gala was for, but I sure as hell remember my adorable peach-colored dress and the way guys kept staring at me,” you replied dreamily, earning a smug smile from the man in front of you. “Oh, please, I went there with my dad. He chased away everyone.”

The two of you laughed at the thought, then he tilted his head to the side as he watched you. You cocked an eyebrow, having no idea what was going through his handsome head. Whatever it was, it drew a mischievous smile on his face.

“I remember what you wore at that Christmas party last year,” he suddenly said with a wide grin.

Of course, he was there. You attended the grandiose Christmas event your father’s company hosted for prominent people, feeling free and good because you onew no photos of you would get out from the event. Your father always made sure of that, no magazine was brave enough to take a risk. This way you knew Sarah wouldn’t find out, and so you had one less thing to worry about.

Your father introduced you to Neal himself, for some reason finding this young man worthy of meeting you. The two of you had fun, but at the end of the event you didn’t give him your number, and told him he shouldn’t risk stalking you on social media. He took the hint and let you be.

Before you could say anything, you noticed Joel on the side of the dancefloor, his eyes fixed on you. You watched him approach with a smile, honestly happy to see him. “Joel, did your conversation go well?” you asked sweetly.

Your innocent question kicked off a conversation between Joel and Neal that made you tense up. You didn’t like where this was going, and in all honesty, you found it ridiculous. Joel was jealous, it was clear as day, while Neal was having the time of his life messing with him.

When you made it to your table before the auction, Allison sprung into action, aiming at provoking you two until you broke. But you were done with their bullshit, and Joel didn’t seem to care much either. He put a hand on your thigh when Charles asked if you enjoyed the event, and his fingers tightened around your flesh when Allison made a few more unwanted comments.

You glanced over at Neal for a moment, thinking about how dancing with him was so far the best part of the night. Maybe it was the fact there was no drama with him around. Maybe it was the fact he knew the real you. Maybe both.

“Do you like it?” Joel asked with a gentle nudge.

Since you were zoning out, you had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. “Like what?”

“That painting,” he whispered, flashing a charming smile at you.

It was beautiful, you didn’t even deny it. But then he raised the white card that until now lay on the table and said, “Twenty thousand.”

You shot him a shocked look, demanding to know why he suddenly decided to bid for it, and when he said he wanted to buy it for you, you had a mental breakdown. He was going too far with this. You knew you had to stop him. But as you tried to come up with the plan to convince him to give up, you heard Neal’s voice from the other side of the table.

And that’s when these two–Joel and Neal–began their own stupid little bidding war. You tried to convince Joel once again, but he didn’t stop so you picked up a white card from the table and said, “Two hundred and fifty thousand!”

This shut them up. In fact, it shut everyone up.

You noticed the knowing smile that crept on Neal’s lips, but your attention was averted by Allison, who scoffed and said, “It’s easy to be generous with Joel’s money.”

It was rich coming from her, but you managed not to laugh at her statement. Sarah began to complain about you spending her father’s money, Allison joined the choir soon after, but you were more focused on Joel who was watching you with a serious expression on his face.

“What was that?” he asked.

“I snapped and bought the painting myself to stop you two morons,” you said, pointing at Joel first, then moving your fingers to point at Neal.

He laughed, seemingly having a little too much fun, but Joel was dead serious as his eyes burned a hole in you. “This is for charity,” he repeated his previous words. “And I’m still paying for it at the end of the day, so I should thank you for making a generous offer in my name.”

“Charity, my ass. It was all about winning. At least I had a good reason to buy this painting with my own money and support this cause due to my family history,” you said, having to bite on your lower lip before your tears would begin to fall because of the memories.

Joel’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t try to ask you about the my own money part of your speech despite having a frown on his face when you said it. Good. You wanted to forget this and enjoy the rest of the evening in peace.

But Allison had a different idea. She took a sip of her drink, then she said, “And how are you planning to pay for it? You said you were buying it with your own money after all.”

“Yeah, you don’t have that much money. Hell, you couldn’t even pay for your own dress,” Sarah said with a mean smile.

Oh, you poor thing, if you only knew. If Joel hadn’t shown up in the shop, you would have paid for everything yourself. But as she and her mother kept giving you those vicious looks, acting like rabid dogs ready to attack, you felt something snap in you.

“You know what? I’m not gonna stay here and listen to the two of you. You’re terrible, pathetic people, and you,” you said, pointing at Allison, “don’t even have money. Assuming I just spent Joel’s money was truly rich coming from you, the very woman who has been blackmailing him for more of his money that you don’t even deserve.”

Stella’s lips curled into a proud smile, while Neal silently clapped to cheer you on. You glanced down at Joel for a moment who had a very, very confused look on his face.

“I’ll go pay for the painting then I’m heading home,” you stated, talking mostly to Joel. “Have a good night, everyone.”

“What the hell?” you heard Sarah’s voice from behind you.

It was soon followed by Neal who said, “You know, her family has more money and power than you can even think of.”

He shouldn’t have said that, but it was water under the bridge now, you weren’t planning on going back and telling everyone to keep quiet about this little detail. So you walked outside, heading straight to one of the organizers to check where you could pay for the damn painting that you bought. You asked them to put a note on it, one that was intended for Stella who deserved this beauty for helping you so much throughout the past few weeks.

As you walked towards the front door, you heard a familiar voice behind your back. “Hey! Would you stop?”

“Why?” you asked before telling him how terrible you felt the whole night.

It had been a nightmare so far, and you told him that you weren’t expecting things to get any better. Then one thing followed another and he ended up saying something that deeply hurt you.

“I’m not the one making a scene. I don’t start fights, I finish them,” you informed him angrily, doing your best to keep your voice down. “Talk to your ex and daughter, get them to behave. Oh, and tell Allison that if she does or says anything that hurts my reputation back home, she better do it knowing my family has an army of bloodthirsty lawyers who would be more than happy to tear her apart in court for defamation.”

Joel opened his mouth, seemingly about to say something to this, but then he remained silent. Out of morbid curiosity you stayed there, waiting to hear what he had to say. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke up and said, “Is it true? What Neal said about your family.” You nodded as you folded your hands behind your back. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Because we’re not like you, we don’t want the world to know we’re rich, you were dying to say. It was true, your family was ridiculously private, and you went against everything you had been taught all your life tonight by letting them find out the truth like they did.

“That’s my family’s money,” you said in the end. “I bought the painting with the money I inherited from my grandfather. I don’t want my family’s money, not yet. I want to live a perfectly normal life while I’m studying. I’m already getting a lot of shit for not studying in England, I don’t need them to have more to say about my life.”

You could see the wheels turning in his head, but you weren’t about to wait and find out what he had to say.

“I’ll go home now,” you said before turning around and going outside to get a taxi.

This was for the best. You both needed time to calm down, and you could only hope he would come after you soon. If he didn’t… Well, at least you would know what kind of man he was. He only wanted you when he couldn’t have you. Now here you were, ready to be with him, but he didn’t seem as invested in this relationship as you were.

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us #tlou

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masterwords · 30 days

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who do you think you're fooling?

Summary: Hotch breaks an important date with Morgan and is faced with the choice: make a big gesture to get him back or risk losing him forever. (Spoiler alert: he makes the gesture.)

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 6.2k

Notes: I listened to Cher's album "Believe" on repeat for hours while writing this. I could keep editing this forever to include all of the vibes but I'll spare you. (Or maybe I'll just do this story again later with MORE VIBES.) The club described is one I used to go to ages ago for drag shows (though not even close to DC so here it's totally made up) and this trip down memory lane was a fun place to insert these two fools for a short time. Anyway. This is a silly little romp through a lover's spat set to the enchanting music of her highness Cher. Listen to "All or Nothing" and you'll feel this fic I think. if I did my job.

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“I saw Morgan at a gay bar last night,” Emily whispered, leaning so close to Reid’s ear that he could feel the spider-leg tickle of her hair as it cascaded over her shoulder and onto his. He shivered and pulled away just slightly, frowning.

“What?”

“Last night. Gay bar. Derek Morgan.” She was grinning wildly, that kind of cat eating a canary grin that he thought made her look like a movie star. Her smile was too wide, too perfect, and for a split second his attraction to her was through the roof. It overshadowed everything she said. “Hello?”

“Sorry,” he muttered, shaking it off. She was just like that. She kind of made everyone stupid sometimes. “What were you doing at a gay bar?”

She looked dumbfounded and a little shocked that that was where his mind went – not on the juicy gossip but on her own culpability. She wasn’t sure why she was surprised by that, she would have reacted the same way. “One of my good friends is a drag queen and she was performing last night.”

“Ahhhh,” Reid hummed, nodding. He didn’t entirely believe her. “So maybe Morgan was there supporting a friend too?”

She didn’t like his tone. The accusation that one or both of them was lying. “Look you little turd, he was on the dance floor surrounded by men and doing neon green jell-o shots. He knew every word to ‘I Will Survive’...isn’t that about as gay as it gets?”

Reid shrugged, trying to keep his features as neutral as possible. Part of it was simply that he didn’t believe it, there had to be an explanation. Derek Morgan liked women, maybe a little too much. In Reid’s imagination, he was taking home a different woman almost every night and whether he knew their name or not was of little consequence. He didn’t want to think of that being wrong because it meant he didn’t know Derek as well as he thought. It meant Derek was keeping a big secret from him, the kind that begged the question – why? His response to Emily’s question as about as lame as it got.

“I know all of the words to that song too.”

Read the rest on AO3!

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #criminal minds #hotchgan #spencer reid #emily prentiss

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yellowbluemoonshine · 9 months

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Hello!

I short time before started Hell's Paradise. Actually, I had prejudices. For example: Chobei is really look like Bakugou and people says He is like Bakugou ( his Character) actually I love Bakugou but I can't stand second Bakugou but After watching it, I realized I was wrong because his Character is so different I love him He is good brother and Caring and good towards those he loves.

People says Aza brothers relationship like kiribaku and bakudeku but this Sounds stupid

I am actually angry with those who kept comparing the two.

What do you think? I'm curious.

Sorry for my english.

Hello, thank you for the ask! (And your english is fine) ^^.

Bakugou - Chobei Comparison;

I get you because the same thing happened to me in.

I hate all those comparisons because its not true, people tend to overlook Bakugou's mistakes, he is seen as 'actually not bad guy', 'he has soft side too', 'misunderstood angry boy', even though he is not so i think people are kinda projecting it, they wish Bakugou was like Chobei but its not.

I had the same prejudice about Chobei at first. (I erased Bakugou-Chobei edit-picture but put it in this post).

Here's my old edit-picture and now i think it is kinda trash/useless.

There were some visual similarities with both Gabimaru and Chobei. My first posts in this tumblr was literally about this. Gabimaru who is similar to Shigaraki, is groomed to be murderer since childhood, white hair, red eyes, empty heart, actually kind person but needs to be saved, only difference his redemption starts earlier than Shiggy's. Still different character and i think Shiggy is a deeper character than him but similarities are there. Edit picture is in here.

And here my thoughts about Bakugou and Chobei;

When i first read the manga, when i first saw Chobei, i was like 'Another Bakugou...' because he has a very similar design and that loud, agressive, arrogant behavior with the fact that he is kinda rival to main character made me think he was just like Bakugou. Not even mentioning his little brother blindly idolizing him, just like how Bakugou was idolized but i was so wrong and i am glad that i was because he is actually in fact so different.

1- Character-Story Comparison;

First of all, the origin of their characters is different. They both are aggressive, arrogant, tend to be violent, loud and all but why makes them that way is so different.

Bakugou is just a school bully, he is just a kid with ego issues. He is blessed with power and he gets away with bad behavour that made him the way he is. His define character is his desire to win, being better than others. While competition is good thing, it can be easiely toxic, which is what happens with Bakugou.

Chobei is just a normal kid who wants make his family proud. Especially, he is big brother first, then everything else comes later. He isnt a bully. He is a survivor. He lost his mother at a young age. His father was executed in front of him and his brother. He was the son of samuray but had to live at streets, and no one helped them. Then he was kidnapped by bandits so that they would sell kids for God know what reason so he had to do something about it, to survive. And he manipulated them because whether they were gonna take advantage of them or the opposite. He took advantage of the people around him. Of course, living a life of a bandit would make his ego blow up, it makes sense why he is so self-absorbed because he won, he survived agaisnt horrible people as kid. It makes sense why he doesnt care about other people because noone helped them as kids. Thats why he doesnt believe in the justice of others. It makes sense why he has the mindset of 'us vs others'. Lets be real. If he wasnt like this, he would've been killed years ago.

His character is intimidating on purpose so people wouldnt dare to hurt him. It is his persona to survive. And all those things isnt just for him to survive. He did all this to protect his little brother and his actions isnt excused but there is something so heroic, so pure about this. And this is the origin of his character. He is a protector. He might not be kind person but he is the type of person who would pay attention the needs of those he loves, even at his worst.

Chobei is tragic and deeper character and his story is very different than Bakugou who just needs to learn not to be awful to people around him for no real reason.

And not just as characters, the way story handled them and how they interact others is very different.

Bakugou is (anti) hero in the story and he doesnt get any real consequences for how he treats others. He bothers people for no reason but most of the time, other characters just endure it. Most characters likes him, even though in real life, everyone would hate jerks. (Like they feel uncomfortable from Monoma's actions but them being okay with Bakugou is weird). The person he bullied brutally still admires him. He gets many screentime, clearly more than he needs because most of the time, it feels very irrelevant (For example, him learning OFA did nothing useful for Izuku, except worse, because he had to endure bakugou's anger). And he kinda gets character development.

Chobei is more like league of villains in this story. I think the way he was treated as character feels a lot more realistic than Bakugou's. Because the thing is, no one really cares about Chobei in Jigokuraku because they have no reason to. The only person who cares about him and who idolizes him is his brother Toma but honestly, of course, he would. Its his family and Chobei literally made many sacrificies for him such as cutting his right eye etc. So he doesnt magically get along with everyone, even when he kinda saved everyone/and kinda died at the end of story but none of the characters (except Toma) cared. He doesnt magically win. There is a logic in his power, which is adaptation. He even loose to mc. The story doesnt even force him to get redemption or character development, though he could get one, story only show that there is humanity in him, just like Gabimaru, which is enough. He is also very relevant to the story since beginning to the end. (I am not saying his writing is perfect but at least, better than other).

Chobei and Bakugou only looks on superficial level (angry blonde boy) and their dynamic with others are different too.

2- Dynamic Comparison;

First of all, Toma's character is different than Izuku and Kirishima. Toma is very silent, negative, feminine boy. If i ever find similar character to him, i would say Kalluto from Hunter x Hunter. Just a dark, silent, mysterious feminine boy. They are very loyal towards people they love, and passive. Compared to this, Izuku is negative but he knows when to scream to others, he is also not necessarely silent. I think as character, he is a lot like Sagiri in Jigokuraku. He is kind, he also empathizes and try to understand world around him and helps people, just like her. And Kirishima is also very different because he is even louder than Izuku and he tends to be more positive and social. I think he is a lot like Tenza in Jigokuraku, than Toma who silently endures and lives in his own world. Kirishima is also have that naive, kind, youth energy, just like Tenza, they both even have the negative old self in past so basically, as characters, Toma is not similar to Izuku and Kirishima.

And as dynamics, they are nowhere similar to another.

Chobei and Toma are very opposite natures, yin and yang, thats why they match perfectly. Well Bakugou is very different than Izuku as character too but thats doesnt make it same because sometimes, opposite dynamic might be toxic. Bakugou is Izuku's abuser. He brutally bullied him, he violated his personal space, he made him feel worthless and even then Izuku continued to idolizes him. Both Izuku and Toma admires their unyielding ego and they both feel inferior and follow them but it makes sense with Toma because Chobe iis the only person in this world for him because Chobei is Toma's protector, not abuser. Chobei might act like jerk but he wouldnt violate Toma's needs. He would do, he does most of the things he did so that Toma would get the best life he could have. Their dynamic is nowhere similar to him because Chobei would never hurt Toma, not on purpose at least, if he knew it is hurting him, he would change it.

Yeah, Bakugou also learn to change but that doesnt change how he treated Izuku. He couldnt care less how much he hurts Izuku, he wouldnt care when other hurt Izuku (in the past, at least) and even with redeemed Bakugou, their dynamic isnt similar. They just have to common point, with their admiration with Allmight and becoming hero and thats it. While Chobei would kill everyone, even himself, if anyone hurts Toma in any way. Toma is his exception. Bakugou met Izuku, looked at his pure eyes and he decided the ruin him while Chobei met Toma, looked at his pure eyes and he decided the protect him at all costs, lol. Chobei also likes teasing Toma but thats the thing, Bakugou doesnt just jokely tease Izuku, he abuses him, thats a big difference. Also i am pretty sure that Chobei actually loves to spoiling Toma.

Yes one is childhood friend and other one is brother but i think even if Chobei wasnt brother of Toma, he would still have same dynamic. Not because he finds some common point or understands him, just that their opposite sides would attracts each others and they eventually get along.

Bakugou's dynamic with Kirishima is a lot healthier than bakudeku dynamic. He is Baku's first friend, he is calmer with him, its like they have a connection but its still different than Chobei-Toma dynamic because Toma and Chobei are yin and yang, they get along so well because they are opposite. Even they are not brothers, they would still would invested in each others and become partners anyway. They do find something interesting about other one while the reason Bakugou and Kirishima come to a sense is that they understand each others better because they are similar. Loud, masculine, positive. Thats how they become friends and of course, this dynamic is okay too. The thing is its just different than Toma and Chobei's dynamic.

I think Toma-Chobei dynamic is a lot more similar to Sam-Dean dynamic in Supernatural than others. (More details in here.)

Bonus; Gabimaru might be kinda rival with Chobei too, they just find a common point but thats it. Though, they could be friends, still i think it wouldnt be their primary relationships. They would just be friends so his dynamic/interaction isnt similar to Bakudeku and Kiribaku either.

It is okay to enjoy any of those characters and ships/dynamics/relationships etc but as characters, Bakugou and Chobei is nowhere similar to each others at all. And Chobei-Toma dynamic is also different than Bakudeku-Kiribaku dynamic. And i hope people understand this.

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angels-and-glitters · 3 months

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I need to COMPLAIN.

This is gonna sound edgy nerdy not so girblogger coded but let me getto out of my silly girlie pop character for a minute i am RAGING.

For context two days ago i suddenly remembered that WEBTOON exists after trowhing it in a black hole in my mind, so i re download it and i start reading one. Apart from the endorphines i forgot a good webtoon gave me,

(whole other talk about redescovering old intrests !!!even if they look silly!!! when you feel a dry mind)

I finished it in a couple of days, and as i usually did when concluding a webtoon, a comic or any possible thing i liked, i start looking for the edits so i can imagine myself being in that universe while playing them.

(its a physical need i swear)

(No judgment let me being a cringy kid at the sound age of eighteen thanks)

(Its a guilty pleasure.)

Getting to the point. I am in DISAPPOINT.

What the fuck are these dry stupid no personality rage triggering edits.

They are MID.

Feel free to be' offended i stand where i stand

What the hell are these kids doing!?!

I had to scroll through YEARS to find the good ones.

So i started my reaserches.

First of all, i got to the sad conclusion that instagram edits are going through extinction.

Back in the days (☝🏻) when tik tok (musically for the ancient) wasn't that big of a thing for edits, you went on instagram (at least i did!!) And they were TOP TIER.

Masterpieces.

I would've hanged them on my walls if they were physical.

They were energetic, fresh, powerful, you could tell who's edits were by they're style because the editor's styles were so different one another.

They fitted the medias perfectly and don't let me start on the transitions.

They were immaculate.

Perfect to the millimeter.

These type of edits made me immerge in the media even more, i had my favourite edits saved, (a LOT), and i watched them every night before going to sleep multiple times, they were a lullaby to the mind.

But on my trip to these new (and few) Instagram edits... I was horrified.

First of all, no character whatsoever is put in these digital scums, the personal style is gone.

Probably due to these ages generations who wants to look the same be one another fit into something precise (I dont have the strength to start another fuss I'll just keep going with my silly polemic) but the transitions.

They are MID MID MID even terrible.

Actually I hate them.

There is not an ounce of effort in those disturbing sliding of images.

There isn't flow, variations,good blends. They all look like they were made by 10 year olds (wich is prob the case) and don't tell me oh it's just the age they'll learn as they grow.

No.

I want the twelve year old freaks that edited like it was they're last day on earth.

Like theyre life depended on it.

Where did they go?!?

What's wrong with this generation? why didn't they pick up the heredity theyre ancestors gave them?

Why did they throw it all away?

Why are they descending into this madness abyss?

And the music choices.

Disgusting

They never match the mood of the fiction, or worse the mood of the edit itself.

And honestly they're just boring ass songs.

Now, what I said about these Instagram edits applies also for the tik tok ones, but with some differences.

First of all, because there's much more editors on tik tok now, luckily there are some exceptions.

Some good stuff that's going on, but for me it's still not enough. From the parameter of the golden age of edits, those edits are just.. average.

The average good stuff you save and lightly watch. Its hard to find an edit that makes you obsessed. It wasn't really back than.

And most of them still lack the personal style, that again, I think its crucial for the ideal enjoyment.

I also noticed that the capability of the editors changes based on wich media the edits are of.

Like for example the editors of jujutsu kaisen (dont ask me anything i didn't see it) aren't doing a so bad job.

Maybe because the target audience is older so are the editors, idk

But it still lacks something.

That sparkle that was there before

The one that made you crave to watch it again and again

Maybe it's just me who's lacking something I had before , and nothing else changed

In conclusion, I think the editing culture ended at the start of 2022.

Idk tell me you opinion so I don't feel crazy thanks!

(Sorry in advance for the bad english i'm not a native speaker or anything)

(Edit not sorry this is a masterpiece I should be employed somewhere my English is near perfection)

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xo-valxntine · 1 year

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Amethyst Eyes II (T. Inumaki)

part one | part two | part three | bonus

pairing: toge inumaki x gn!reader

synopsis: you and toge have been talking (texting) ever since he stumbled into your clinic all those months ago. you can feel yourself starting to fall for him with practically every text, but will you get to see him again?

tws: angst, aged up characters, brief mention of gangs, character death, mentions of grief & coping with loss (let me know if i’m forgetting something?) wc: ~4,900

a/n: i’m going to be honest i love everything abt this story. y/n & toge are so cute ugh . i was rly feeling this part so it’s quite long~ i apologize for what you’re about to endure i hope u enjoy ੈ✩‧₊˚

It had been a few months since Toge stumbled into your clinic the second time, and the two of you had been texting practically every day. There were times when you’d text back and forth for hours and then there were times it would take one of you a few hours to respond, but every time you saw a message from Toge you’d light up. Toge was special and he made you feel special. Especially with the way he’d text you good morning and goodnight without fail. In the time you’d been talking, he never once forgot. You’d been happier since Toge came into your life.

“Well you seem extra cheerful today.” Misuzu says, pulling you from your thoughts. She had invited you over for lunch and you could never turn that down.

“What do you mean?” You say as you trace the ring of your glass with your finger. Misuzu smiles at you as she sets your bowl down in front of you. She had made your favorite soup. You give her a nod of thanks.

“Just like there’s something extra special going on with you.” Misuzu says as she sits across from you. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say there’s someone special in your life.”

You almost spit out your soup. Swallowing the contents in your mouth down slowly, you try to regain your composure.

“Not quite sure if I know what you mean.” You say looking down and swirling your soup with your spoon trying to buy some extra time.

“Hm.” Misuzu eyes you carefully. “Tell me about the lucky person.”

Your thoughts are immediately consumed with Toge and you can’t help but smile.

“His name is Toge. He’s really sweet.” You say before taking another spoonful of soup.

Your mind flashed back to his good morning text from this morning. It ended up being one of those memes with a cat, a bunch of hearts that had “good morning” typed across it. He sent lots of different memes, some of them cute like the one from this morning and some of them were completely stupid, like the one he had sent you yesterday. It was a picture of a cat that looked like it was meowing, but it had been over edited to make the cat look like it was screaming. Despite calling him a “dummy” and telling him how unfunny it was, you laughed. Toge was constantly making you laugh with his memes and his dumb jokes. The two of you constantly traded jokes back and forth. Your mind flashes back to one of your conversations.

toge

i’ve got a question for you

What is it?

why did the chicken cross the road?

To get to the other side

Duh

shut up and ask why

I can’t shut up and ask why at the same time :p

….

Okay, okay

Why did the chicken cross the road?

to get to the idiot’s house

I think the original joke is funnier

knock knock

Who’s there?

the chicken.

….

I bet you think you’re real funny

i know you laughed

.—.

okay, okay your turn

Okay, you have to answer every question with one word answers. And no asking questions because you’ll ruin it.

okay?

What’s the opposite of always?

never

What’s the opposite of coming?

going

What’s the opposite of from?

What’s the opposite of take?

give

What’s the opposite of me?

you

What’s the opposite of down?

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Got you!

i hate you .

<(￣︶￣)>

i’m not talking to you anymore .

You know I’m hilarious.

Wait Y/N are you actually mad? You haven’t replied in like five minutes (ಥ﹏ಥ)

It was just a joke don’t be mad ;(;:(:(

(ಥ﹏ಥ)

i’m not mad you dummy

i just can’t believe you rickrolled me again

I’m just good like that ;)

Through texting Toge you learned quickly that he was a complete goofball. It was total contrast to how he had been when you first met him, so serious and quiet. The last few months you had become fond of Toge. You looked forward to seeing his good morning texts and hearing about the silly things from his day. You liked Toge a lot. There was something about him that ?, every fiber of your being. You knew what was happening, but you weren’t going to admit it. Not yet.

“Well, he must be really something special. He’s got to be to keep up with you.” Misuzu says, pulling you back into reality. “When can I meet him?”

You spoon more soup into your mouth, so you have a moment to think before answering.

“I’m not really sure.” And that was the truth. “Toge’s a teacher and he’s quite busy with his students.”

It was all true. Toge had finally told you he was a teacher, one night when the two of you were telling each other about your days. At first you thought he was joking, because what teacher stumbles into a clinic coughing up blood? You made a joke about him being in a gang again, but Toge insisted he was in fact a teacher and you shrugged it off, not bringing it up anymore.

“Ah, okay. Well I would love to meet him.” You nod as you finish up your soup.

“I’ll see what I can do.” You say honestly. You hadn’t seen Toge since the night you gave him your phone number. You never pushed it, but you did really want to see him again. Especially since it had been so long since the two of you saw each other.

“It’s so nice to see someone taking care of you. You do so much for others, Y/N. You really do deserve the best.” Misuzu says. You quickly become embarrassed and change the subject.

Misuzu and you spend more time talking about different topics and then you take the time to help her clean up. You’re putting the dishes away when you notice Misuzu wincing as she moves.

“Is there something wrong, Miss M?” You ask, turning to face her. She shakes her head and waves you off.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m just old now.” She says. You watch her carefully and notice she’s wincing more.

“Are you sure? You could come down to the clinic and I could just take a quick look at you.” You say. She waves you off again.

“I’m okay. Now come here. There’s something I want to show you.” She says gesturing you over to the couch. You follow and sit next to her.

“This is something, I’ve been keeping for awhile. I’ve been waiting to give to you. I think it’s finally the right time.” Misuzu says rummaging through a basket. She pulls out what looks like a scrapbook and sits down next to you.

“Is this what I think it is?” You ask carefully, taking in the scrapbook. Misuzu nods.

“Probably that and more. I’ve been collecting pictures of you since you were just a little thing. I’ve been piecing it together since the first time I met you. Not only does it have pictures of you, but all the stories I told you, all your favorite recipes. It’s all here.” She says tapping the book. You feel your eyes beginning to fill with tears.

“Oh, Miss M. That’s beautiful. Thank you.” You say giving her a hug. The tears begin to fall as you're holding her. You don’t ever want to let go, but eventually you do.

“Here, let me show you a few of my favorite parts.” Misuzu says opening the scrapbook.

The two of you spent time going through the scrapbook, reminiscing over all the different moments you spent together. Different moments in your life. It was made to perfection. You were sad when you finally had to leave so that, Misuzu could get her rest. You wanted to go over every single detail about it with her, but the two of you could do that another time. Until then, you propped up on your couch examining each page. You’re finally snapped out of your trance when your phone buzzes.

rice ball enthusiast ♡

I haven’t heard from you all day. Everything okay?

〜(＞＜)〜

You let out a small giggle and reply.

all good. spent the day with Miss M and she gave me a scrapbook with pics from when i was little

Toge replies immediately.

Little y/n? I bet you’re adorable. Care to share?

You shake your head, but flip through the scrapbook. You knew just the picture to send him. You were in Misuzu’s kitchen while she was teaching you how to make rice balls. How coincidental had that been? Toge loved rice balls and there you were making them. You quickly snap a picture and send it to him.

rice ball enthusiast ♡

Just like I thought: adorable. Bet the ones I make taste better though :p

doubtful, i’ve been making them since i was six

I, Toge Inumaki, hereby challenge thee Y/N to a riceball off

challenge accepted

don’t go crying when i win

The only way you’ll win is if I let you

not possible, i have a secret that makes them taste amazing

Care to share?

maybe one day

I’m looking forward to it ♡

You sit for a moment, fiddling with your phone in your hands. You wanted to ask him the question that had been tucked away at the back of your mind since the last time you had seen him, but things had been going so well and you didn’t want to ruin them by bringing it up.

toge

can i ask you a question?

Of course

Your fingers hover before typing.

do you like talking to me?

Absolutely not.

I just spend all my free time texting you because I hate talking to you

That was sarcasm btw

I love texting you. Talking to you is the best part of my day. I’d spend every second of the day talking to you if I could. You’re really special Y/N. Special to me.

you mean that?

Every word.

i wanna see you again

Toge doesn’t reply immediately, like he normally would. Instead you watch as the typing bubble pops in and out of the chat. After a few minutes you get a response.

Are you being serious?

You contemplate for a moment. You and Toge had been texting back and forth playfully since that fateful day. The two of you had even been flirting now and then. He had taken a hold on you in the last few months. If you were being honest, Toge had, had a hold on you since the day he stumbled into your clinic. Of course you wanted to see him again. You type your reply without hesitation.

yes.

For awhile there’s no response. You don’t even see the chat bubble indicating that he’s typing show up. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you see the typing bubble show up and then a message.

I’m not sure if I can do that.

You felt a part of your heart break as you read over the words. Once. Twice. Three times. You hadn’t even realized your eyes were filled with tears until you felt them on your thumbs. You go to wipe away the tears on your face, but it’s pointless because they keep falling down. The tears were staining your phone and you did your best to wipe them away.

okay

After you send the message you turn off your phone and then everything that's been building up hits you all at once. You’re crying. Choking on sobs as you’re trying to make sense of what you had just read. I’m not sure if I can do that. The words danced throughout your mind over and over again. There was something about those words that hit you. Part of you had known there was no guarantee you’d see Toge again, not with him being secretive about whatever it was he was hiding. But you still held out hope that maybe, just maybe you’d be able to see him again. That message just served as confirmation that it wasn’t going to be possible to see him again. All that time you had spent growing close to him felt pointless. All the different conversations you had together flooded your mind and you only cried harder. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to give yourself a sense of comfort, but your head drifted to thinking about Toge wrapping his arms around you. You buried your face into your blanket and just cried, and cried, and cried.

The next morning you awoke with a throbbing headache. You rub your temples, trying to soothe the pain when the memories from last night come rushing back. Oh right. It hadn’t just been a nightmare. You shake your head, trying to push the memories away, but you’re reminded of the pain from your headache and wince. You sigh and make your way to the bathroom, so that you can take some pain medicine for your head. You take the medicine and sit on the floor waiting for it to kick in. Once the medicine finally kicks in, you move to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. You chug it down, starting to feel a bit better. Your thoughts drift back to the night before and Toge’s words. I’m not sure I can do that. You had known there was no certainty in seeing him again, but you had let yourself hope. And part of you still had hope. It wasn’t like he had said absolutely not, I never want to see you again. He had just said he was unsure, which still hurt, but not as much as no. You were starting to feel better about the situation. Maybe you had overreacted. You’d text Toge later to talk about things more. Your head feels like it’s starting to clear and then you look at the time. Your eyes widen.

“Shit. I’m late.” You mutter to yourself. You move quickly to get ready and you’re out of the door within ten minutes.

When you arrive at your clinic you notice Mr. and Mrs. Yamada standing outside. You’re confused, because you know they didn’t have appointments today. In fact, you were only supposed to have patients in the afternoon today.

“Oh there you are, Y/N.” Mrs. Yamada says.

“Morning Mrs. Yamada. Is there something going on?”

“Everyone’s been trying to get in touch with you and no one could. We were all worried, so we came here.” Mrs. Yamada says. You were still confused.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Yamada, did something happen?” You ask. You watched as her face fell.

“You don’t know?” Their eyes were on you and you were starting to panic.

“Know what?”

“Miss Misuzu passed away last night.”

It felt like a building had just been dropped on you. You weren’t sure if you had heard correctly. You must have a strange look on your face, because they were looking at you with sympathy. You could feel the pain starting to wash over you.

“T-t-that’s not possible.” You mumble. “Y-y-you’re l-lying. I just saw her yesterday.” That was right. You did just see her yesterday. You had a lovely afternoon together. She made you soup, you helped her clean, and she gave you the scrapbook. That had all happened yesterday.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I’m sorry, but she’s telling the truth. It was late last night, or early this morning rather.” Mr. Yamada says, stepping forward.

They were lying. They were both lying. Misuzu was fine. You saw her yesterday. You had lunch together, you helped her clean, and she gave you the scrapbook. You think about how she had suddenly invited you over for lunch. How she was wincing when she was moving around.

“I’m just getting old.”

That’s what she had said, but she wasn’t that old, was she? The thoughts are racing through your head. She had given you the scrapbook and— The realization is like a second building being dropped on top of you.

“This is something, I’ve been keeping for awhile. I’ve been waiting to give to you. I think it’s finally the right time.”

She knew. That’s why she had invited you over. That’s why she had given you the scrapbook. Why she had taken the time to go over the memories with you. Your legs become weak and you can tell you’re about to collapse.

“N-no.” It’s so soft, you’re not sure if it’s more than a thought. Your legs finally collapse and you’re sobbing. “No, no, no.” Mrs. Yamada leans over and gently rubs your back.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Mr and Mrs. Yamada were kind enough to take you back home and make sure you got in all right. You couldn’t even open the door yourself because your hands were shaking so much. ? had to open the door for you. You had calmed your crying in front of them, but when you were sure they had left, it all came tumbling back out. Misuzu was gone and not coming back. You’d never hear her voice again. Those thoughts only made you cry even harder. You cried and cried until you felt hollow.

The arrangements for Misuzu ended up falling to you, because she had no living family. Even though you weren’t blood, you did consider yourself her family. She cared for you like no one else did. She was always there when you needed her. And now she needed you to handle this for her, so you did. She left ? and you would made sure everything was the way she wanted it. It was hard, but you made it through somehow. When the day of the funeral came, you didn’t cry. You held it together long enough to share your favorite memories with Misuzu and somehow held it together as people gave you their condolences. Maybe it had something to do with the hollow feeling. What were the stages of grief again? Whatever they were, you weren’t sure which one the hollow feeling inside of you belonged to.

A week had gone by since the funeral service. You had spent the majority of the time thumbing through the scrapbook she had given you. You took the time to look at every picture and every description she wrote. You read over every story and recipe. Again, again, and again. You’d do anything to have more time with her. You were supposed to have more time with her. You knew you were. Something about the way Misuzu left didn’t feel right. Despite being told she had passed away in her sleep peacefully, you didn’t believe it. Misuzu was healthy, and you knew she was because you were her doctor. She was still supposed to have more time and you were saying that as her doctor, not as her self-proclaimed daughter in denial. You push the thoughts away, not wanting to think about it anymore. You turn your attention back to the scrapbook and your eyes land on the picture of you making rice balls. Suddenly, your head is filled with images of his blonde hair and violet eyes.

Toge had been texting you nonstop since that night and you hadn’t replied to a single one of them. When you had finally calmed yourself down after finding out about Misuzu’s death, you turned your phone back on so that you could figure out what the necessary arrangements would be. When you turned the phone on it was flooded with missed call notifications from people in your small town, most likely from when they were trying to let you know about Misuzu. You cleared the notifications away and your attention was captured by notifications from him.

rice ball enthusiast ♡

I’m sorry.

Good morning! I hope you have a lovely day

(´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

I think I might’ve just seen a frog in a cherry blossom tree? Think I might be hallucinating

How was your day?

Y/N are you okay? I’m worried.

Are you mad at me for last night?

I’m sorry, Y/N. I promise I’d come see you if I could.

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Please, I just want to know you’re okay.

Goodnight, Y/N. ♡

You wanted to text him back. You really did. Tell him that you forgave him. Explain to him that at first you were upset and that you had turned your phone off, but you had slept and just wanted to talk to him about it some more. You wanted to explain to him that the reason you hadn’t reached out sooner is because you had gotten bad news and couldn’t be bothered to turn your phone back on. You wanted to tell him about Misuzu’s death. How it had completely shattered you and how you hated having to go through this alone. You wanted him to comfort you in a way only he could, even if it was just from his words and stupid little memes. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Instead, you never replied to him or any of the texts after that. For the most part, they were similar. He still said good morning and good night without fail. And then every now and again he’d send you a video he found funny or text you about a part of his day. You read every single text and watched every single video. You just couldn’t bring yourself to reply to them.

It has been two months since Misuzu had passed and you were finally starting to come to terms with it. The scrapbook had a lot to do with it. She had left a piece of herself with you, a constant reminder that someone loved you for you. You cherished it. You had even made some of the recipes she had left you. Some of them were ones she had taught you before, others were ones she had made you but never taught you how to make. You found comfort in the meals and noted how great it tasted, but it would never be quite like hers.

After her passing, it had taken you about a month to get back into the clinic. With the arrangements and coping with her death, it just wasn’t a priority at the time. This meant there was a lot of work for you to do when you got back, but you threw yourself into it and the clinic was now back to where it needed to be.

“Hey, Rin, how are you?” You ask.

“Good! Mom says I’ve gotten a whole five inches taller!” He says eagerly bouncing. You pretend to look at him surprised.

“A whole five inches? That’s awesome! Come on let’s measure you.” You reply. His mom smiles at you and you lead them towards the back.

“How are you doing, Y/N?” Rin’s mom asks as you’re checking his vitals.

“I’ve been good. Thanks for asking, Mrs. Fujita.” You say. And it was the truth. You were good. For the most part anyway.

“That’s good to hear.” She replies at you smiling. You smile back and then continue with her son’s check up.

“All right. You’re all good to go.” You say and pull out the stickers you keep for the kids. “You did an awesome job today, man. Go ahead and choose one.”

You watch ad he ponders over his choices carefully before selecting one.

“This one!” Rin exclaims holding up one of the ones with a race car on it.

“Very good choice, my friend.” You say laughing at his eagerness. You turn to his mom. “Thanks for bringing him in. He’s all good to go. If you need anything else just let me know.”

Mrs. Fujita thanks you and Rin gives a wave as they exit the clinic. You slump over once they’re out of sight. Despite feeling better mentally, you weren’t feeling the best physically. It felt as if something was wrapped around your torso and your shoulders felt heavy. At first you didn’t think much of it, thinking it was just your body’s way of coping with grief, but when the feeling continued, you decided to get yourself checked out. Everything came out normally, no cause for concern. That eased you worries a little, but the feeling had remained. You weren’t in pain, you were just feeling a lot of discomfort.

You spent the rest of the day updating patient charts and going through your files. You’re sorting the last of your files when you hear your phone buzz on your desk. You didn’t have to look to know who it was. Reluctantly, you pick up the phone and look at the notification.

rice ball enthusiast

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It was a picture of a kitten that looked like it was screaming with the text “Text me back. I miss you.” on the side. You let out a sigh and lock your phone without replying. He hadn’t stopped texting you despite the fact you hadn’t replied to him. You weren’t upset with him. You really had forgiven him the very next day, after he told you he couldn’t see you. You believed him when he said he’d come visit you if he could, but you wanted to put distance between the two of you. You didn’t want to keep falling for him and become attached. Especially not when you were so consumed in your grief over Misuzu. You hoped that he would stop texting you, but you still received good morning and good night texts. He kept sharing his favorite memes and videos with you and sharing details about his day. You watched every video and read every word. It was like he somehow knew you still saw his messages, despite having your read receipts off. Eventually, however, the messages did stop and you hadn’t heard from Toge in over a week.

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It was late and you were leaving your clinic. You were going to lock the door when you got the strange feeling someone, or rather something was watching you. You check your surroundings to see if there’s anything around and see nothing. You try to shake the feeling, but you can’t. You eye your surroundings one more time before deciding it would just be best to go back into your clinic. Maybe whatever it was would go away and you could go home in a little while.

You were scrolling on your phone, waiting for the eery feeling you had to go away, but it didn’t. It only got progressively worse as did the heavy feeling on your shoulders. You were ready to go home and relax, but with the eery feeling getting worse, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. Instead, you decide to put your phone down and gaze out the window. Your eyes are met with nothing but darkness and you’re about to turn away when something catches your attention. Your eyes widen and you’re not completely sure you can trust them. You blink several times, thinking maybe it was just your imagination and the sight in front of you would go away, but no. There was a woman fighting what looked like a car-sized purple lizard. And they were moving closer and closer to your clinic. You quickly back away from your window and go to the back of your clinic to hide. You curl up in a corner in the back room, trying to convince yourself this wasn’t real. Any excuse you could think of came to your head. Maybe you were tired. Or maybe you hadn’t eaten enough and—

You’re pulled from your reasoning when the windows of your clinic burst. The windows burst with such force that the glass had scattered all the way to the back room you were in. A strange noise filled your ears, along with the sounds of slashing.

“Dammit. Just where the hell is that guy?” You hear a voice say. You could only assume that it was the woman from before. You hear footsteps along the shattered glass and the strange noise continued as did the sounds of the slashing.

“I see you finally decided to show up, Toge.” The woman says. You freeze. Toge? She couldn’t possibly mean—

“Don’t move.” You hear an unfamiliar voice say. You listen as the slashing continues.

“Dammit, Toge. Just finish it already.” The woman’s voice says.

“Explode.” Toge, you assume, speaks. Following that, you hear a loud splattering noise. There’s a few moments of silence before the woman speaks again.

“Well, we’ve done what we needed to do. Ready to go?” “Salmon.”

Your eyes widen and your mind flashes back to that very first night.

“Can you speak?”

“Salmon.”

“Salmon?”

It was him. But that couldn’t be, it didn’t make sense. It wasn’t possible. It wasn’t real. None of this could be real. You had to be dreaming. You must’ve fallen asleep while doing paperwork and were dreaming. You try to wake yourself up.

“Wake up, wake up.” You whisper to yourself. “Wake up. It’s just a dream.”

You were so in your thoughts that you barely noticed the sound of footsteps until they froze.

“Did you hear that? Is someone here? Gojo said—hey where are you taking off to?”

You hear footsteps rushing around and you want the the floor to open and swallow you whole. It was your dream right? That could happen, you were control. You keep willing the floor to open, but it never happens. The footsteps that were running had now stopped and you could feel eyes on you. You force yourself to look up and you’re met with those mesmerizing amethyst eyes. It really was him.

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authorraville · 2 years

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Hey, authorraville here. I know I made an update about my schedule being tight and all but somehow I feel guilty for not posting anything so I decided to continue some doodle on my notes.

Notes For you: this is not finish yet, I don't have any idea on how to continuing this.

I'd be editing this later since I'm not really in a good state. So I apologize if there's some errors.

Mirror of negativity.

It was just a simple fight that start with an opinion. How did everything shattered in just a few seconds?

Lucifer scoffs at the second born, gazing into his deep blue eyes, who's somehow not afraid to look straight into his crimson red eyes. " Take back your words Lucifer. " As he slam down the table.

" Do you seriously think your threat will work on me ? " he huffs as he gather all the documents that fall during the slammed. Aren't he the one who supposed to be mad? The one who caused the trouble is mammon not him so what gives him the right to be mad?

" And make sure to watch your manners mammon. " mammon gritted his teeth and walk out of Lucifer's room. The older can't help but sigh, mammon can be childish. Utterly useless, and irresponsibles. If only his little brother of his change his attitude and act like his age once, maybe his life would be easier.

He sat down and think of the argument all over again, maybe he really did went to far this time. He sighed and continue signing all the documents that was left untouched.

Meanwhile mammon on the other side, locking his room to have some time alone was enough to comfort him, himself. He does not expect Lucifer to come and comfort him like he used to . But sometimes a little comfort would be nice.

While he drop himself on his bed, a strike of pain sting his back. He can't help but kneel down on the cold floor. When did this happened? Did the scars opened again? He sigh as he get the medicine and Bandages to treat himself, though it seems kinda impossible at the moment.

He can't help but feel worsen. Does life hates him or what? Why does everything's going downhill today? Not only does the witches made him done some errands, he also fought with his brothers, now he fought with Lucifer and the scars on his back opened themselves.

He let out a soft sigh as he stare at his reflection on the mirror. he picked out a blue marker and start writing down a positive words to cheer himself up. He try to gives out his best smile but keep ended up with his usual vacant face.

The mirror was filled with a lot of positive words that even he himself never heard someone says it to him over centuries.

" you're worthy " " it's not your fault " " you deserved to live " and such. He look at them as he wonder, when did everything changed? When did they become so distant? Maybe it is his fault that his family was broken. if he wasn't stupid maybe he can be a brother that can be proud of. Maybe If he learn some self control everyone would be nice to him. Maybe Lucifer would be proud of him?

He take a piece of clothing who appear to be unneeded and wipe down all the positive words that was written a while ago. He take out his red marker and start writing again. This time he hid the mirror below his bed and go straight to his bathroom leaving his empty room behind.

when the morning arrives everyone expected the second born to be wild or complaining like any other day. Good morning was wished by each brothers yet they can't seem to find the second born making his appearance.

A small voice could be heard from the second born room who was opened a second after. They were about to be mad because of his late appearance but quiet down after hearing another voice coming from his phone.

When Beelzebub was about to ask for mammon's food, mammon was already pushing his plate to Beelzebub and gives him a soft gentle smile. He quickly excuse himself out of the house while calling the unknown guy. He was left speechless but still eat the food that was given by the second born.

Lucifer was pissed, he knows that they fought the other night but does he really need to skip his breakfast? What if he get stomachaches ?! he sigh as he tells the other to start eating their breakfast.

They expected to be greet by their older brother at rad atleast but to their surprised the second born was no where to be seen. They was slowly getting pissed because couldn't he atleast say something to them during breakfast?!

The day started normal but when dinner come the second born seems busier than ever. He couldn't even eat dinner with them now. Yet he always shows them his soft unusual smile so they couldn't do anything about it. Whenever they sees that freaky smile a pang of guilt suddenly hit them which was never happened in their lifetime.

They thought it will end after one or two days yet it has been 3 weeks since mammon eat together, on the same table, as them. Not just that, he also out all of the time, whenever he came home they were all probably asleep or busy. Shouldn't he be spending time with his brothers even for a bit? How busy can his work be anyways.

They all would still be patient until they can't. They waited for the second born to come home, no matter how late it is. Except for belphegor who was sleeping soundlessly and keep waking up every hour just to check on the situation.

The front door was opened and closed and they could see the second born looking at them surprised.

" What's up ? " That words blow Satan's wrath.

" What's up ?! You've been avoiding us for 3 weeks and not even bother to eat with us ! Not just that you also avoid sitting on the usual spot in the class which is beside me ! "

It's still a great thing that he didn't turn into his demon form or the front room would be destroyed by his wrath.

" Yeah not just that you've been avoiding us all day in rad and not even bother to approach us when you saw us !! " If anything Asmodeus would want to say some more but he also knew that his other brothers had something to say as well.

" Yeah and I also haven't seen you eating anything for days now..and I'm not surprised if you haven't gotten any sleep either. " It would be a lie to say that they don't care about mammon. They're worried and concerned about their brother well being as well as others.

The two oldest brothers stayed quiet watching the second born watching them ranting their feelings out. Mammon let out a soft sigh and smile. Again, with that unusual smile who always comforted them during hard time.

" Haha I'm sorry I was busy. " Mammon tries so hard to not meet any of his brother gaze. If anything he would be glad if he can be staring at the floor all day.

" Is that all you gotta say ? " It was unusual to see his favorite brother in this state, he could see something is wrong. Yet he couldn't bring himself to speak it up.

Mammon tense up after hearing Lucifer voice. " I'm..sorry. " he said finally looking at them. The apologize sounds so sincere that they can't bring themselves to speak. " I should've approach you first. I'm sorry. " He said as he tries his best to stay calm.

" It won't happen again, I'm sorry. " The sorry's was too much. They know the second born also has pride in himself so what made this cocky man become like this? When things get quiet, mammon finally excuses himself to his room.

" Damn I never thought I'd really be receiving a sorry from him.." the third born finally breaking the silence. " I was surprised too. " It was unusual for sure. They all finally wondered, what happened during those weeks when he was not with them?

Something must've happened to make him like this and they going to find out no matter what.

When the morning comes again they could finally see mammon on the table, eating his food like usual. What's unusual is that he's too quiet. Literally too quiet. They all try to have an interesting conversation that the second born maybe would like but none of them seemed to impressed him. The only thing he does is that look at them with his vacant look. Not to mention the oldest also was very quiet, although he was always quiet this time he seemed stressed? Is that how we can put it?

When they arrived at rad, mammon waves them goodbye as he head to his own class leaving his younger brothers behind. As they was about to go to their class, they was pulled aside by Simeon.

" What the heck Simeon-! " Simeon apologize for the surprised appearance but he was also in a hurry so all he could give them was a piece of paper.

" What ? " And just like that Simeon walked away. " What in the hell just happened. " Satan was too flabbergasted by the random event that just happened. " Hey shouldn't we open that paper " Beelzebub can't help but being curious about the information on the paper. As Satan open the paper he could see an address that was written by the angel.

" Hey should we ditch class for this ? It seems fun. " For the first time they see the avatar of sloth making a step to be productive. " But you need to carry me though. " Nevermind.

After taking some time, they decided to go after they're done with their class to avoid Lucifer temper. And when they finally done with rad, they headed to the address location. All they could see is a bungalow that seemed to be owned by someone.

" Why did he gave us this ? " Asmodeus sigh as he was about to go back and was dragged back by Satan. " Maybe this could give us some hint to something ! " There it goes his detective mode on.

" Yeah I'd say we break in. " Belphegor and Satan look at each other as they smirked. " Yeah let's do that. " As they was about to break in they were interrupt by someone. " No trespassing would be highly against the law. " To their surprised they saw Lucifer walking towards them followed by leviathan who seemed to be dragged out by the oldest.

" Why are YOU here "

" same as you, Simeon gave me this as well."

" Without explanations? "

" Without explanations. "

" I see. "

" Exactly. "

The short conversation ended within a second. " But the difference is that I have the key. " they were all curious about this mysterious house that Simeon had to give this personally to them without any explanations at that.

Lucifer unlock the front door as they enter the bungalow. as they enter it they could smell something familiar. Something that only their brother would used. Mammon's perfume.

" Wait does that means this is mammon's house? " Leviathan was completely stunned by the smell itself rather than the fact that it is mammon's house. The smell is mixed with something. They could smell it.

" Hey what's with all these bandages? " So the other smell is blood. Wait blood? Isn't this mammon's house? they were ready to go on full panic mode if they saw something they shouldn't.

They were lead on a room that full of mirror. On the left side they could see words written by a blue pen marker on it and on the other side they could see something they wished they didn't.

They wandered around the room reading each words that was written on the mirrors. While leviathan and Asmodeus reading the positive part the others decide to read the other part.

" hey.. you should see this.. " it was unusual for Satan to sound vulnerable yet here he is sounds so weak and was shocked by the second born thoughts.

" Today 22/7 Satan lash his wrath at me woah his wrath was really no joke, it even leaves some scratch behind my back. " Satan flinched after seeing himself being mentioned on one of these thoughts. " Today, 23/7 I kinda start to feel lonely, why does they start to separate themselves or even distancing themselves from their own family? Man I wish I could go back time just to feel that feeling again haha. "

they could feel their heart throbbing. It's true that they started to separate themselves from each, like Asmodeus with Satan. The twin was like usual, they just keep things between themselves. While leviathan and Lucifer choose to be alone. They never realized it themselves until mammon burst at them that day.

" today, 24/7 I fought with Lucifer. It wasn't supposed to be that serious. Maybe. I don't know, what am I supposed to do? Should I apologize? I probably should. But would he forgives me? Nah he probably wouldn't, why would he bat an eye on me anyways. I should really start living quietly this time. " They started to see the root of mammon sudden changes.

" Today 25/7 the scars that I got from the past started to opened while I was working. I had to take a day off because of it. How frustrating, why am I so useless at this. "

" why does he keep degrading himself.." Asmodeus would love to erase all these thoughts that mammon seems to hide from them.

" hey..what the hell happened- "

" Today 27/7 my body started to weakened I don't know why..it's probably because I'm weak. I don't know, how can I stop being useless when I'm this weak. I hate this so much I swear. "

" his body started to what?.." leviathan can't believe on what he just read. How can someone as strong as mammon get weakened? isn't he supposed to be fine?

Lucifer was shocked, he knew he had a bad feelings ever since they fought. They haven't even talk ever since and now he felt a wave of guilt slap him over with.

" Today 28/7 They seemed to be upset about something..I don't know, maybe if I apologize they'll forgive me. but they doesn't seem to happy after I apologize though maybe I'm in the wrong this time. "

They can't believe, honestly they can't believe that mammon out of all people is having these thoughts. Why does it full of negatives rather than positive. Out of them, he was the most positive. Yet they just discovered another secret that he kept under the cover.

" how can he even think it's his fault..he was not supposed to be thinking like this. " Asmodeus turn his head to the right not wanting to read more just to see another different thoughts.

" maybe I should really kill myself. I've heard enough saying how everyone wanted me to go yet why am I here? What am I supposed to do here? I'm sorry. "

Stop. stop thinking about this, I beg you mammon. Asmodeus can't help but kneel down on the floor ashamed to even look at himself on the mirror. For the first time he felt ashamed of himself. He shouldn't have said that. He should've never thought of that in the first place.

" today I spent time with myself again. It was lovely to see the rain falls. I discovered a pretty empty place who seemed to be abandoned by people. But it was pretty, I wish when I die I can die in a beautiful place like this. "

He hold his chest as his heart started to sting. What makes his lovely baby brother to be thinking like this? Is it him? Is it his fault? He's sorry. For the first time, the only thing he wanted to do when he meet mammon is to assure him that all he ever wanted is for him to be there. Atleast be there for them.

" hey I found a beautiful beach again by myself, oh I hope I could go to this place with them. but I can't be greedy can I? Im sorry for being such a bad brother. I'm sorry I'm so sorry. "

Beelzebub tries to erase the thoughts yet nothing fall off. Why doesn't it go away? All he could wish is for his family to be happy yet why doesn't he noticed when his family started to fall apart? Then he remembered the time where mammon wanted to hanging out with him but he gave him an excuse saying that he have plans with belphegor. Now he started to regret it. Why? Why did he do that? The one who supposed to be the bad one is him not mammon.

" I saw some shooting stars in human realm today! It's beautiful haha. It reminds me when the twin used to like watching these. Especially belphegor. How adorable were that moment was. I wondered if he still like it till now..even if I bring him here surely he would say I'm wasting my time here. Haha. "

The answer is yes, he love stars, any kind so mammon take him there. He doesn't care anymore all he ever wanted is that warm embrace mammon gave him when they were still an angel. He doesn't realized how much of mammon affection that he have pushed away all these time.

" I wish Levi would loosen up a little when he was with me.. I guess it's my fault for not paying his money back.. geez just how bad I am to realize this now. I should probably pay my debt now and stop being such a hassle to everyone and be probably will be happier too."

Without realizing it, a single tear dropped from his eyes. He does know that words hurt, words kill yet why couldn't he stop himself from cursing towards mammon out of people? He feels guilty yes? who wouldn't be to be honest. From this moment he'd swear if anything happens to mammon he will take the blame.

As they all feel guilty of their own action, they take a step out of mammon's property. He probably wouldn't like them sneaking around his own very nest, he probably will hate them if he knew it.

They went home around 9-10 pm or so and saw mammon on the sofa, sleeping peacefully. Did he perhaps waited for them to come back? A tear drop from Asmodeus face as he gently brush himself on mammon's arm. If anything he'd want to be comforted by him the most but he also doesn't want to see mammon's awake from his dreams.

" We should move him to bed. " The eldest finally spoke as he gently lift mammon's up to move him from bed. To his surprised he saw a tears fall down from his beloved baby brother cheek. He gently wipes them as he wishes him goodnight. He wished he'd done this sooner instead of always waking him up to punish him or leave him there just because he has any other things that's more ' important '.

After he closes the door, the one who were sleeping slowly opened his eyes with a disbelief huff coming out from his mouth. What the hell just happened? Everything was fine yesterday, not to mention he have been away from them intentionally avoiding them to make himself blend with the background. Do why are they suddenly being like this? Did he do something wrong?

#mammon angst #pure angst #angst #obey me #unfinished

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Not the same Anon but some things I wished he had addressed considering he said he was gonna cover everything:

-Past Racism (KKK edit, the Native American tweet) it’s honestly extremely strange to me that these weren’t covered in his video considering they were pretty big controversies

-That one tweet about doxing, he talks about how he said getting doxed as someone without a following and how he shouldn’t have said that which is good but doesn’t talk about the tweet where he says he gets satisfaction in watching other ppl private their twitter. I personally think that tweet is way more damning because “it’s less bad for ppl who don’t have a following to get doxed” is way easier to just pass off as a badly worded opinion then “I like it when people who criticize me are so badly harassed by fans that they have to private their twitter” is

-Talks about how doxing is bad and ppl r parasocial but doesn’t openly acknowledge the multiple times his fandom has gotten ppl doxed, such as quote retweeting a minor who didn’t like his plushie and causing them to get harassed of the internet. Yes he acknowledges doxing is bad, but I think this could’ve been a very good moment for him to look at a specific situation where his fans reacted FOR HIM and say “this was bad don’t do this” which I think would be far more effective than a general “doxing is bad”. He could also acknowledge his part in getting this person harassed because he absolutely did not need to quote retweet them to a fandom that is known for doxing. No dream is not responsible for his fans doxing ppl, some fans will do it even if he condemns it that’s not his fault, BUT refusing to acknowledge the reality that there is an vocal part of his community that does this this and therefore just calling out other ppl without critically thinking abt how his fan base will react to it is harmful.

-His fans age, we all know who dreams primary audience is and it’s primarily teenagers, I’m not saying no adults watch him or that he needs to cater to children when he doesn’t want to, but I think it’s incredibly stupid to act like his audience isn’t consisted largely of that demographic. Everyone lies on YouTube age, when I was 7 my age for my YouTube was 21. I just think it’s a weird point to focus on when it’s very much not true.

-the “I love miners” joke in the middle of his grooming allegations that literally happened like a month ago and proves that in the some vain of blaming his (alleged) victims of not taking SA/ grooming seriously that he is ALSO not treating the situation with the gravity it deserves.

-Liking negative tweets about other creators (Tommy and quackity). I know he confirmed there’s another person running one of his fanart account (I don’t know if these r the same accounts, sorry) but either way I think it’s irresponsibly to either 1. Be publicly liking things that shame other creators and create more vitriol and hatred between fan bases or 2. Not tell this girl to stop liking that stuff?? I think after repeatedly seeing her like stuff that either encourages shipping or hatred towards other ccs he should have set some rules with her about what she could like if he didn’t agree with what she was liking.

-The 24 page document, I just wish he’d gone more in depth with document other than looking at one part going “it’s not true!” And then moving on. I think it would’ve been so much better just to actually go through and debunk the whole thing if he was able to.

-The weird sexual “jokes” made towards minors such as Tommy and Tubbo’s little sister. Yes they were “just jokes” and they don’t make him a groomer or a pedo, but a lot of them are superrrr uncomfy. The one abt Lani especially makes me uncomfortable, sexual jokes made towards you pretty much always suck, and I don’t think this makes him irredeemable but he should at least acknowledge how gross and uncomfortable this kind of humor is and try not to repeat it. If you aren’t aware of these jokes there’s a video by technoinnit on YouTube called proof/clips of dream making sexual jokes abt minors that I recommend watching

Yes he has addressed a lot of these before not in the video, but like he’s addressed everything else in the video before too?? In my personal opinion dream really focused on the stuff that I feel is easier to make himself look good for or just apologize for in general. Sorry if this is long I just wanted to address why each of the things he left out felt harmful to his argument because while I feel like a lot of the hate towards dream is often way too much or uncritical there are things that are important to criticize him for and ppl are acting like this video has absolved him of all his misdeeds or whatever when I very much feel that a lot of his video is less of an “apology” or and acknowledgement of his own faults then a “yes I guess I’ve messed up a little bit but look at how hard my life is and that’s why I acted that way” (not saying that the stuff he and his family have gone through isn’t bad, but the doesn’t excuse all his behaviors)

Wow hiya sorry ive taken a couple days to reply, here now tho :)

First read, wow "vitriol", never heard or seen that word used before. Will remember that one for my literature paper next month.

But that's really in depth, thanks for takin the time to explain it all out anon

Brief impressions:

-Making sexual jokes w friends is vibes, but there's deffo a breach of normality if you're making jokes to minors (Dream making jokes to Tommy n Tubbo u said?) And omfg, jokes at Lani? Wild as hell, esp when i can pretty firmly assume they wuldnt b close AT ALL, that's j blatantly uncomfortable regardless of all other circumstances which make it seriously fucking disturbing

-Yeah, the way the Dream fandom can dox is crazy. It's some serious skill but used in such a vitriol way (did i use the word correctly, here?) It does feel a wee bit hypcocritical if he's saying doxxing is bad and then posting the @'s of Tweets from Anti-Dreamers without blurring the person's username, considering i feel like in that scenario he's sort of opening the table to online harrassment n possibly doxxing if shit really hit teh roof....

-Liking negative tweets ab other creators is so SNAKY! Idk if any Dream followers know Locked In/Footasylum, but guy called "Nightscape" on YouTube did this after going on Footasylum's reality show "Locked In" and got absolutely blasted for being "snaky" and "backstabbing"... And tbf, i think it's quite clear there's not much friendship between Dream n Tommy anymore, but ya gotta have some class or even just basic dignity to not do this shit...

Just some brief thoughts on what you've posted n what I've seen so far, cheers for giving the info dump, anon 👍

#WAFFLE!!#youtube #dream #dream neg #dreamwastaken neg #dwt neg

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Best Friends

Komori Motoya x Female! Reader (she/ her pronouns)

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT; MINORS DNI ⚠️

Warnings: best friends to lovers, swearing, SMUT, male and female giving/receiving, unprotected penatrive sex (reader is on birth control but don't be stupid like my dumbass), Slight angst, mostly fluff, probably bad editing, definitely bad grammar

Word count: 4.5 K

A/N: I'm sad so here's some smut 😃

You cheered, watching your best friends amazing receive as you stood, clapping and shouting loudly. You were always the loudest during EJP Raijin games and you know that the team appreciated you support especially your best friend,Komori Motoya, the teams Libero.

You had met Komori randomly about a year ago, accidently bumping into him at a bookstore. You had been looking for the next addition to the Manga set you were reading, standing back and pondering if you should get volume 29 and volume 30 at the same time. You hadn't noticed someone coming up from behind you until you accidentally backed into them, their books crashing to the ground.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so so sorry!" You said, quickly reaching down to grab the books, lifting and handing them over to a man who towered above you. He looked at you, smiling as you smiled back. He was cute, around your age.

"Hey what volume are you on?" He said, looking at you.

"Excuse me?" You said, looking confused. He pointed down to the Manga in your hands as the words suddenly all made sense.

"Oh umm volume 29! I just finished 28 last night-" "and you had to get 29 and 30" he said as you both laughed.

"Yeah it's such a great story. Kind of slow at first but it picks up pretty quick" you say, smiling back. "Wait, are you just starting that?" You said, glancing at his pile and noticing one of your all time favorites amongst it.

"Yeah, I umm have some time off so I'm trying to catch up on my reading" he says, rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh my god you'll love it! It's probably one of the top best friends to lovers stories I've ever read! So much angst, it totally made me cry but I'm a crier" you said, awkwardly laughing. The man smiled at you "I'm Motoya Komori" he said, extending his hand. You smiled, rearranging your books and shaking his hand "YN LN, it's so nice to meet you Motoya!" He beamed down at you as you returned the smile.

"Hey this is kind of forward of me but I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee" he said as your eyes widened. "I'd love to!! They have a great coffee shop-" "just down the street" he said finishing your sentence as you both laughed. You gathered your books, checked out and made your way to the coffee shop.

It's hard to believe it had been an entire year being best friends with Toya. When you first learned of his profession as a Libero for EJP Raijin, you nearly choked.

"A professional volleyball player?? Holy crap Motoya that's amazing!" You said, cooing over him as he blushed at your response. "It's definitely an interesting job" he said "I'm currently on break right now so I have time to kill. Usually I'm pretty busy with practice" he added "what do you do YN?" he asked.

"Well, my job isn't nearly as glamorous but it's pretty awesome. I'm actually a makeup and hair artist for brides, actors and actresses, you name it. I'm also currently on a break in between shoots for a movie I'm working on" you said. "Wow that's amazing YN! You must be so talented" he said. "Well, I like to think so" you said chuckling.

Your friendship with Komori grew stronger and stronger over the months. You hung out, texting and face timing when you could. It was hard when his season picked up, knowing he'd be busy almost everyday with intense practices. He'd often call you at 10pm, your phone ringing as you read in bed. It became your new routine and you loved it.

"Hey bestie, did you finish that chapter?" Komori added getting into bed as you groaned causing him to chuckle. It never escaped you how handsome he looked, his hair still wet from a shower and his t-shirt hanging lose on his thin, muscular frame.

"Serious Toya, that chapter was the ABSOLUTE WORST! It's like these two can't see how perfect they are for each other and it's utterly destroying me! Like he totally loves her and she loves him and yet here we are!" You say throwing you hands in the air as Komori belts out another laugh. He cherished these moments with you. You’re new routine had felt natural, so good.

"Well I mean, it's all part of the story line YN, not like you can just rush love" he says, snuggling in as you close your book and settle in. "Yeah I guess" you groan again in frustration.

"Hey are you coming to the game this weekend? I got a seat saved for you" he said, excited for you to come to your first game. You roll your eyes and smile "yes Toya, you've all but prepared me for this moment and I'm ready! Plus that volleyball Manga you gave me helped too" you added as Komori smiled. "Great, I can't wait!" He said, yawning as his eyes fluttered closed. "Goodnight Toya" you said, snuggling down and falling asleep with your best friend on FaceTime.

The day had come for the game as you readied yourself on FaceTime with your friend. "Do you think this crop top and jeans are ok Tia?" You ask as you friend nods, studying you as you grab your curling iron to begin fixing your hair. "So much work for a volleyball game YN? Seriously when are you going to tell Komori you like him?" She said. You gasped, nearly dropping the curling iron.

"He's my best friend Tia! It's not like that with us" you said, curling your hair and pining it, spraying it with hairspray to help it set. "Sure whatever you say YN. It's not like you two don't spend every waking hour together. Every minute you have free together" she said.

"That's what best friend do Tia! They hang out" you snipped. "And I'm sure best friends fall asleep with each other on FaceTime every night right?" She says as you look away from your phone, trying to ignore your friend.

"I thought so. You like Komori!" She gushed as you finished your hair, grabbing your make up bag to start your look. "I like him as my best friend Tia! You know, kind of like how you and I are" you said.

Tia shook her head "YN, you and I are no where near ToyaYN status" she said as you began beating your face with your beauty blender.

"ToyaYN?? Is that our ship name?" You said as Tia nodded her head. "Seriously YN the man is a hot professional athlete! You can't tell me you've never noticed how amazing he looks!" She said. You in fact had noticed how incredible your best friend looked. His body was chiseled, his muscles lean with a full 6 pack and heavy thighs. You had seen Toya more than once without a shirt and the thought made your belly heat up. You shook your head, grabbing your eyeliner and placing it on trying to shake the image from your mind. "YN you good" Tia snickers as you glared at her, grabbing your lashes and applying them. "Knock it off Tia, we are best friends and nothing more.

You arrived at the arena, dressed in a yellow boho crop top, boyfriend jeans and flats. You grabbed onto your bag as you made your way to the box office.

"Umm hi, my friend said he left a ticket for me here" you said to the lady behind the office. "Oh yes! Miss YN I presume??" You nodded as the lady turned around grabbing your ticket and leaving her office. "Komori was so excited for you to come today. Here I'll show you to your seat dear" she said as you nodded, thanking her and making your way into the large stadium. The crowd was loud as you looked down to the large court. You could see thousands of people waiting for the match to begin.

The lady showed you to your seat as you thanked her again, sitting down as you awaited the players. The first team to appear was the MSBY Black Jackals, dressed in all black. Your eyes widened at their height next to the referees, looking like actual titans. You smiled and clapped when you heard EJP Raijin announced, the team coming up and standing at the end line. You smiled at you saw Komori, he looked so handsome in his white EJP uniform. He looked over, smiling at you as you smiled back and waved a little.

As the game progressed you got so into it. Cheering and clapping at every EJP receive and point. The game had ended, EJP taking the victory as you sat waiting for the fans to clear. You waited made your way down to the court while you watched Komori talked with interviewers. You were shocked at how big all the players were courtside. You had always thought Komori was tall but seeing all these men, you felt tiny next to them.

"Oh my god that's Komori and Suna" you head squealing coming from besides you. You looked to see a pack of women, ogling at Komori and EJP's middle blocker Suna Rintaro. When you saw Komori was done he smiled at you as you began to walk towards him, suddenly to be shoved out of the way by rampant fan girls screaming at Komori. You had been shoved into the back of a tall, black jackals player.

"Oh my I'm so sorry" you said turning to see him staring down at you. "You're not rampant like those other ones" he said, glaring over his mask. "Umm no? I mean you guys are human too right?" You said looking at him and smiling.

You heard your name called as you turn to see Komori trying to make his way towards you. You smile and wave noticing some of the girls hanging on to him. The thought irked you as Komori approached you, smiling.

"Hey! You look beautiful" he said, smiling down at you as he hauled you into a sweaty hug. You laughed "Toya eww!" You said as he pulled back not realizing he had hugged you fully sweaty after 5 rounds of intense volleyball.

"Haha sorry YN I just got excited" he said "I see you've met my cousin. YN this is Kiyoomi Sakusa. Kiyoomi this is YN LN." You smile, extending your hand as Sakusa returns your greeting, nodding.

"You want to get dinner?" Toya asked as you nodded. "Let me go change and shower then I'll met you out by the exits. Did you drive?” he asked.

"No I took the train, figured the parking would be horrendous" you said as Komori smiled back. "I'll give you a ride home afterwards" he said as you nodded again. Komori left you, running into the locker rooms where he began to strip his clothes.

"I see YN came to the game today. Did she enjoy it?" His teammates Washio questioned.

"I'm pretty sure she did. We are getting dinner after I get ready" he said, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Just dinner?" Suna snickered as Komori peered at him, confused. "I mean, probably" he responded.

"Dude you are pathetic" Suna added as Washio shook his head. Komori looked at Suna still confused.

"Dude, YN is hot as fuck! I mean, literally an 11 out of 10!" Suna said. Komori scoffed and rolled his eyes "Dude she's my best friend.”

"Ok so you won't be mad if I ask her out then?" Suna asked, smirking as Komori stopped, turning to glare at Suna.

"Yeah you've got it bad for your bestie Komori" he said as he got up and headed to the showers. Washio chuckled as Komori slammed his locker shut "What's so funny?" Komori asked.

"I'm laughing because he's right. And you are the only two people who don’t see how perfect you are for each other." Washio said walking to the showers. Komori stood by his locker. His head feel back as he thought about you. You were his best friend, the person he trusted and cared for. Sure he found you incredibly beautiful and he loved hanging out with you. He cherished your nightly chats and everything you tow shared. He hated when you talked about going on dates with other guys, and how none of them treated you right. But that's what best friend did right? They cared for one another. Komori walked to the showers, head clouded with thoughts.

He walked to the front, looking for you as he sees you standing by the door. You look incredibly beautiful, your hair and makeup perfect as always. You look so cute in your outfit and your smile as you see him is utterly breathtaking. His heart warms at the thought of you.

"Hey" you say running up to him "you ready?" Your eyes sparking with excitement as he pulls you in a for a big hug, kissing the top of your head. "I'm so glad you came YN" he said, hugging you tight. Your heart fluttered as you hug him back, his body flush against yours, molded perfectly together. He pulls back as you do the same, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the doors.

The next few weeks go on as normal. You talk with Komori everyday, sharing everything about your day and your life. He tells you about an interview he has coming up and you say your excited to watch. You sit back, pulling up the live interview on your phone as you tune in just in time for the beginning.

"Komori Motoya, Libero for the every popular EJP Raijin, joins us now! Komori thank you so much for coming" the interviewer says as Komori smiles and nods "thank you for having me."

They go on to talk about the normal stuff, volleyball and such. Then one question catches your interest. "So Komori, tell us, is there anyone special in your life? A girlfriend perhaps?" The interviewer asks. You see Komori smile as a small blush creeps on his face.

"Well actually their is" he said "but umm I don't feel comfortable saying anymore" he said as the interviewer nodded. You felt your heart sink into your stomach. You talked with Komori every single day and not once had he mentioned liking someone. The thought of Komori with another woman made your heart break. You felt a tear sneak down your face as you tried desperately to hide your hurt from yourself. You felt your heart breaking as you turned phone off, curling into your bed as you cried to yourself. You heard your phone ring, knowing Komori would be calling you. You clicked the hang up button, messaging him and telling him you weren't feeling good.

He responded quickly with "Oh OK! If you need anything just let me know! XOXO" the text crushed you aS you pulled the covers over your head, crying harder and harder until sleep took over.

Komori left practice in a bad mood. It had been an entire week and you had been blowing him off. First you said you weren't feeling good, then you said you had a late gig and finally you told him your period cramps were bad. Komori knew you, and he knew these were all lies. He was angry and hurt. This wasn't like you and he wanted to know what was going on. He decided that tonight he would confront you.

You heard the knock on your door as you sighed, getting yourself off the couch. You had been wearing one of Komori's EJP shirts and underwear underneath it. It was hard letting go of him and wearing his shirt kept him close. You checked the peep hole, noticing Komori on the other side. Concerned you opened the door, Komori staring at you as you looked back at him.

"Hey is everything ok" you said, Komori now looking up and down at you, studying your gorgeous body covered in his t-shirt. He shook his head, getting the dirty thoughts og you out of his mind before stepping past you wordlessly.

"Why have you been ignoring me?" He said, arms crossed as his muscles bulged.

"I- what, I haven't been-"

"Yn, we went from talking every single night to you ignoring my calls and texts for an entire week straight! Now what the hell is going on?" He said sternly.

You stood up a little taller and looked at him "well I'm sorry if I didn't want to interrupt your time with your new girlfriend" you said huffing as you walked past him, turning the TV off and walking to your room.

"My new what-" he said, confused as he followed you into your room and to your bathroom. "It's nothing Komori-"

"Oh so now I'm Komori" he said, agitation growing as you turned on the sink in your bathroom to wash your face.

"You know what I mean" you say glaring back at him in the mirror.

"No YN I fucking don't! You are my best friend and all of a sudden you just stop talking to me? And what is this about a girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend!" He said coming next to you as you dried your face, grabbing your moisturizer and slapping it on.

"For fucks sakes Toya I saw the fucking interview! I know you have a crush on some girl, a girl you didn't even tell me about mind you! So yeah, I was a little bit upset" you say, getting into his face before turning and walking out of the bathroom to your room.

"Oh my god YN!! That's what this is about?" He said, laughing without humor.

You turn to him, tears in your eyes, starting to crest as your voice broke as you spoke to him" Y-yes Toya, yes! Is that what you want to hear?? I'm fucking jealous ok!" You say, your voice breaking more as Komori's eyes look at you, tears streaming down your face. You sit on the edge of your bed crying as you wipe the tears away.

"I love you Toya. I love you so much and it broke my heart knowing you're in love with someone else" you said, crying harder into your hands as you rest your elbows on your knees.

He took a deep breath, his heart breaking at seeing you cry. Komori silently approaches you, kneeling in front of you and pulling your hands away from your crying eyes.

"Don’t look at me I look-"

"I love you too" he says, your eyes widening at his words.

"What-"

"YN you were the girl I was talking about during that interview" he said sighing as he held your wrists, down, your gorgeous eyes staring into his. "I- I thought if I admitted it on live television that it would give me the courage to do more, to actually confess" he said laughing "I guess it had the opposite affect huh." He said as you pulled up his chin.

"You're such an idiot" you said, your lips coming down to meet his. Your mouths moved effortlessly against one another as you licked his lower lip, his mouth opening and allowing your entrance. You snaked your tongue inside as you found his, massaging it as you felt him moan into your mouth. His hands going to your thighs as your wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. You broke the kiss, touching his forehead with yours.

"You really love me?" you said, knowing the truth but still loving the words.

"Pretty girl, I love you so much. You're it for me" he said, slamming his lips on yours again as he move his body up onto the bad, crawling on top of you as you worked to remove his jacket.

His hands caressing you bare thigh as he laid beside you, hooking your leg over his, lips still meeting in a heated kiss. You tugged at his shirt as he pulled away, ripping the material over his body. His hands going under your shirt, the touch of his hand on your bare stomach making you seize up in pleasure as he tugged the shirt over your head.

"Fucking spectacular" he said, studying your naked chest as he kissed you again, pulling your body flesh against his, your tits molding into his body.

"Toya-" you breathed, moaning his name as he worked his way down your stomach. He kissed your breasts, licking your nipples and sucking lightly, watching you squirm beneath him.

"I can't tell you how long I've waited for this baby" he said kissing your belly and down to your panty line. You moaned as you felt his fingers remove the lace from your clothed pussy, leaving you bare in front of him. He stood up, looking down at your sweet form, all laid out for him to see.

"Don’t stare like that" you said blushing as he smirked, moving to kneel between your legs as you went up on your elbows.

"What? Can't I stare at my girlfriends pretty pussy? Maybe you want me to do more? Tell me baby, tell me what you want" he said gently kissing your inner thighs. You moaned again, head falling back at the sensitive feeling of his lips on your skin.

"Fuck Toya- please" you said , biting your lower lip as he kissed his way up to your pussy.

"Please what angel?" He said smirking again, a devilish look on his face.

"Please eat my pussy" you cried out as he dove in, sucking and licking at your sensitive clit. The sensation felt incredible as you basked in the feeling of serenity.

"Toya- live, God that feels so good. Please more" you cried as he added two fingers into your hole, his tongue never leaving your clit as he sucked and licked you closer to your release.

"Fuck FUCK OH GOD-" you cried out as your organs slammed hard into you, liquid leaking out onto your bed as you brought your arm to rest over your eyes, breathing hard to catch your breath.

"Fucking hell angel" Toya said as he stood up. You sat up, standing in front of him as you kissed him, your juices tasting emaculate on his tongue. You kissed his neck and chest as you made your way to your knees, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.

"Baby you dont-" he started to say before you released his thick cock, grabbing it and slowly beginning to stroke.

"I want to" you said in return before playing small locks on the tip of his cock. His breath hitched, head rolling back as he grabbed your hair and held on. You took him into your mouth, sucking and slurping your way down his cock as he moaned your name on repeat.

"Fuck YN-" he groaned as you continued to suck and lick. He pulled you off his cock, lifting you up to kiss you. You pulled away, crawling on the bed as you shook your ass in his direction. He stroked his cock at the sight of your gorgeous form. You looked over your shoulder, eyes inviting him to come and fuck you. He come on the bed, arm going under you before he flipped you onto your back and looked at you.

"The first time I'm making love to you, I want to look you in the eyes. I want to look how beautiful you look on my cock angel" he said before kissing you hard. You moaned into his mouth, grabbing his biceps as you felt his cock probe your wet entrance.

You felt him slowly push in, your body stiffening at his thickness as your mouth went slack. His eyes watched you as yours rolled back into your head at the delicious stretch.

"Fuck" he groaned out, still pushing into you, looking down between you to see how far he was in.

"So tight baby- fuck so perfect" he said as you moaned again. Once he was fully inside, he looked into your eyes "I love you so much YN" he said as you smiled back.

"I love you too Toya" you said as he kissed you deeply, pulling his cock back and pushing in deep, causing you're mouth to fall slack. He slowly picked up the pace, not going too fast or too slow but allowing for you both to feel incredible pleasure.

"I'm close love" you said as you felt your orgasm creeping closer.

"Me too" he groaned feeling your pussy clench around his rock hard cock.

He kissed you harder, his pace quickening and his rhythm changing as he broke from your mouth, moaning.

His head went to your neck as you felt your orgasm crest, your pussy clamping down on his cock as he groaned loudly.

"Fuck I love you I love you so much" he said, stilling deep inside you as you felt his cock pulse, his hips pushing into yours as your nails dug into his biceps. "I love you Toya" you cried out, riding your orgasm out together.

You both heaved, trying to catch your breath as he kissed your shoulder, his face coming to rest in the crook of your neck. You rubbed his back as he slowly lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours.

"Was our first-time makeup sex?" He said as you laughed out loud, a huge smile crossing his face and a laugh coming out.

"Well, I mean, it was technically our first fight." You say shrugging below him.

"I mean, it was more of a misunderstanding" he corrected as you looked at him.

"I can't believe you actually thought I was keeping a secret from you" he said.

"Well, I mean you were technically but it was a good secret" you said kissing his lightly.

"Yeah it was" he said, rolling off of you and hauling you into him.

"It would seem we have some things to talk about" he said.

"Yeah we do but it's all good things" you said snuggling close.

"I love you so much YN" he said kissing your forehead.

"I love you too Motoya"

You cheer louder as Motoya makes an incredible receive, helping the team to score the final point to win the match. As the team thanks their fans, you cheer and scream as he watches you, smiling up at you as you smile and wave back.

After the game, you run down to the court, awaiting the team. You notice the usual fan girls gathering, many of them glaring at you but you pay no mind to them.

When he sees you, he immediately dodges everyone, walking up to you and kissing you as cameras flickers and people bustle around you.

"Komori Komori" an interviewer yells "tell us, what keeps you going?"

Komori smiles and looks down at you ad you look back, placing your diamond clad hand on his chest.

"My wife AND best friend.”

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