#ok for real these are the last things in my queue for now

[animunerdery]

Sanji & Zoro

#vinsmoke sanji #roronoa zoro #one piece #new sanji food wars was actually chef’s kiss #also can we talk about zeff??? #holy dilf…. #ok for real these are the last things in my queue for now #I will probably sporadically post when the spirit moves me #because there are so many more choppy bepo draws I wanna make

[byunpum]

Experiment 56 [part 2]

Neteyam x Human reader ( like a mix of human and Navi )

and sullyFAM x human reader, why not?

Tw: mmm neteyam baby, reader being mutant, neytiri being a sweetheart-mother, A bit of violence, reference to harassment, A little sad, soft and some Kisses. all the characters are aged up 20's.

POV: Y/N is surprised that it is an indispensable piece for the human race. But for her family…

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7

Experiment 56 masterlist | Experiment 56 sequel Masterlist

Note: Omg thank you all for liking the first part, I did not know that all of you would be so interested. Well, well, here I leave the second part, I still don't know how many parts this series has, it all depends on how you react. This part is a little sad, but you will like the ending. From now on I warn you that I am not very expert in this Navi culture, but I did my best. And I'll be using events that happened in the movie, but they won't be exactly the same. And sorry for the spelling. English is not my mother tongue.

"Good morning general ardmore, I request my presence?"." Good morning colonel quaritch, and yes I need you very urgently." Miles took a seat at the table, and gave his full attention to General Ardmore's words. "I have a mission for you, I know you are in search of jake sully, but if I tell you that there is something more precious than the head of a simple soldier who decided to be tarzan?" Miles settled back in his seat," You have to tell me what is more precious?". "Twenty years ago, pandora's team of scientists began a series of experiments. Their goal was to achieve a perfect blend of human and navi. We were tired of transferring our sud quotient into avatar bodies. We wanted to be real. There were many failures, but I understand there was one specimen that survived." Miles was trying to analyze the information, "You're telling me there's a mutant out there? What does he look like?". General Ardmore scales up her touch screen in the air and shows him some models, "She. She's a girl, we estimate her to be in her early 20s. But she is the first of her species. She possesses a human body, but the ability to breathe pandora's air and most importantly her queue."

" A new specie?" miles was a bit in a state of shook, how come he didn't know about this when he still had his human body. "You know so little miles, there are many things that even you and I don't know about. The agency has plans and that girl is the key. She is the center. And the only thing I know, is that when she was a baby she was adopted by sully. "That doesn't surprise me…" a little smirk tugged at Miles' lips." Just find her, bring her back alive. I don't want her to have any bumps. In perfect condition. In addition… you'll find Jake sully. You kill two birds with one shot," said General Ardmore, as she passed him the information on the last location. "Expect nothing less." Miles stood up from his chair, ready to leave home with his group.

And here you are… on the floor. Crying and being held at gunpoint, while your family was also screaming to be released. "ok ok, SHUT UP EVERYONE!!!" shouted miles, as he searched for the beast that had described to him earlier. But their eyes widened, when they saw you. You were beautiful, long hair, beautiful eyes, and your skin was adorned with moles. and yes, just as General Ardmore said, you had the distinguished queue of the navis. Quaritch knelt down in front of you "I had not been told how beautiful you were. Wow…" This was a trigger for neteyam.

Neteyam was right next to you, on the floor. While his head was being pushed to the floor. But when he heard quaritch words, his blood boiled. "Don't you dare touch her!!!!" Neteyam shouted as he tried to attack Quaritch. The man hit him in the head.

"no, please!!! enough!!!!!!!" you scream in fear you don't know what's going on. But you didn't want your family to get hurt. Least of all neteyam. Spider, loak, tuk, kiri and neteyam were tied to a branch. While you were placed in front of them on another branch. "tuk, calm down…. Mother will come for us" says kiri trying to comfort her younger sister. And she was quite right.

Neytiri and Jake had already arrived at the lab area, just a few minutes before you all had run off. Jake knew something was wrong. They entered the forest carefully and that's when Neytiri heard her children's screams. Or not, this was not good. One thing was for sure, you could bother neytiri all you wanted, but don't mess with her kids. She ran off to the spot where she heard the screams, while Jake followed her. When they arrived they hid.

"We have to save them!!!" murmured neytiri to Jake "love, we have to be careful. Let's wait for the exact moment." While neytiri and jake watched the situation from a distance, but the view was not very clear. Quaritch moved a little away from the group of soldiers, so he could call the ship. He needed to get you out of here. At that one of the soldiers began to look at you more than usual.

You were wearing traditional Navi women's clothing. And we all know that these soldiers were not used to seeing women. Neteyam noticed this "stop looking at her you bastard" the man looked at neteyam and approached you. " or what are you going to do?" the soldier started to lift your top "don't you dare…leave me" you were desperate. But this didn't stop him, he took his blade and cut your top, so that your breasts were exposed. Neytiri saw the scene, and if it wasn't for jake grabbing her by the arm and telling her to approach calmly. She would have slit that man's throat. Kiri was screaming, spider is asking her to stop and loak was crying. The scene they were witnessing was horrible. Neteyam is screaming, showing his fangs, pulling so hard on the bindings he had, he was about to dislocate his arm. No one was going to touch you, much less like this.

Quaritch showed up and pushed the soldier to the ground "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!!" He yells, as you try to roll into a ball. You felt exposed. Neytiri had teached you to take care of yourself and that no one should touch you without your permission. You didn't understand why that man was treating you like that. "Come on Colonel, we can have some fun with this creature…don't tell me you don't see her beautiful." That was the last straw. Jake fired, and neytiri came out of hiding to use his arrow. It was a strong encounter, but when Jake managed to free Neteyam, he ran to you. He cut the bindings, grabbed you off the ground and ran off.

"run and don't look back" order neytiri as she continued fighting the soldiers. You all kept running, jake and neytiri were right behind you. Once you all made it deeper into the forest, it became difficult for the soldiers to keep up. At that moment, the quaritch team's ship arrived. All the soldiers got on, but there was a warning "Sully …. I'm going to find her, you won't be able to hide her for long." The hairs on the back of Jake's neck stood up, as he was hiding with his family. He looked back, and watched as you were hiding in neteyam chest. You had no clothes on, and your arms and legs had been injured. His heart broke into a thousand pieces.

"Let's go home," Neytiri said, as everyone walked in silence and fear. Neteyam was holding you in her arms, tears were coming down from her eyes. Only images of what those men would have done to you if they had captured you were running through his head. Arriving at the refuge, Neytiri took you from Neteyam arms and went to the hut where her mother Mo'at was. Kiri and tuk followed her, everyone was silent. Jake just looked at the boys, his look was one of anger and sadness.

Neytiri healed and took care of you. She saw how tears came out of your eyes. She knew she could not ease the pain you felt. You had been treated like an animal, you were hurt. "I'm so sorry my dear, I'm sorry" says neytiri as she bandages your wounds and strokes your hair. Kiri and tuk are by her side, comforting you. They shared your pain, they saw everything.

Neteyam was outside the mo'at hut, along with spider and loak. "See!!! I told you it was dangerous to be there!!!" said neteyam as he faced his brother. " Hey, I didn't force you guys to follow me, plus I had no idea this was going to happen!!!" loak tried to defend himself, but neteyam is furious. "Of course not, you never know anything. You risk everyone without thinking about the consequences. Look what they did to y/n. They almost…" "that's enough… we know." Spider interrupted neteyam. "guys calm down, I know what happened was horrible. But we're okay now." Neteyam looked back at spider, oh god… the anger in his eyes was horrible "you… don't go near y/n again, I want you away from her." He looks up and looks at his younger brother "and the same goes for you" Neteyam walked out towards the family hut.

Loak was silent at spider's side. Loak knew his brother was rationing his emotions, he knew how special you were to him. He knew he could ignore what he said, since you and Loak were best friends. But what he said to spider was serious. Neteyam liked spider, but he didn't like your relationship with him. Neteyam had a plan to take you as his mate, but once he heard how norm and Jake said that you and spider would make a good couple. And he wasn't sure if his mother would accept this. Neytiri loved you, but as her daughter. How would she react to telling her he loved you.

It was already evening, Jake entered the family hut. He found Neytiri cooking, you were lying on her chest, sitting on her lap. You were small, so Neytiri had no problem doing her chores with you on top of her. You were of adult age, but to Neytiri you were her precious child. Neteyam was at her mother's side helping her. Jake came over and stroked your head, you were asleep. "She's hurt," said Neytiri. "I know, it was something…" jake paused. "we have to get her out of here, her and our family". Neytiri looked at jake in surprise. "no, you're crazy… here is their home. They grew up here, you are toruk makto" neytiri is trying not to scream, but she was getting flustered." But what's the use of being toruk makto, if those bastards want my family "Jake sits next to neytiri. "but jake where will we go?". Jake looked at neteyam, who was still there, right next to his mother." We'll find a place, we'll be fine. If we stick together everything will be fine."

It was already late and everyone was resting. Neteyam got up from his side, and lay down next to the front of you, he is inches away from your face. He loved how small you looked compared to him. Shit she has me under a spell, he said to himself. As he traces circles on your shoulder. Little did they know, this was his favorite time. Where you could be together, if only in silence. You opened your eyes and saw neteyam, he had a small smile plastered on his face, as he came up to kiss you on the lips. Everything was so quiet and with carefulness. They didn't want anyone to get up and see you guys. You laughed a little, you were still in low spirits. But knowing that neteyam was by your side, calmed your heart. "I'm so sorry ma y/n" neteyam spoke, as his fingers played on your waist, down to your leg. "Don't be like that…you were there. You took care of me ma neteyam" you placed your hand on his cheek. Neteyam relaxes and moves closer to you, as his tail wraps around your leg. You felt his breath on your face, they were so close. "someday… someday" said neteyam "yes, someday", you told him as you gave him another kiss on his lips. Someday you will be able to unite before eywa. But still not the time.

In the morning, tuk woke up earlier than the others, she turned to her left side to look for her older brother. Not seeing him, tuk took a seat and saw how his brother was lying right next to yours. Very close, very warm. She giggled a little and picked up Kiri, "What do you want? It's too early" kiri was trying to get up while wiping his eyes. "Look at that!!!" tuk pointed to the romantic scene between you and neteyam. "aha I knew it… spider owes me lunch." Tuk laughed a little and kiri got up to wake up her older brother, she knew this was secret. so they couldn't let their parents get up and see the romantic scene.

"hey get up!!!" kiri said as she moved her brother, neteyam got up startled. "i…this…is not what it looks like. Y/n had" kiri put his hand on his brother's mouth "shhhh your secret is safe with me" kiri said as he laughed a little. "That scares me."

"Hey!!!!" kiri and neteyam started to play, making you stand up. "hey, you two can shut up." Neteyam laid on top of you and gave you a kiss, while kiri made a disgusted face. The moment was interrupted when Jake started to get up. Everyone straightened up and acted natural or so they thought.

"family, everyone upstairs we need to talk." Jake said as everyone settled down. "What I'm going to say is something important and I want you all ready in 10 minutes." Said Jake stretching, knowing that the decision he was about to make was going to change his whole life.

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p.s: Guys, do you mind if the reading is long? If I make it short, I feel I won't explain myself properly. Even in this one I summarized as much as I could. I hope you like it a lot. Soon part 3!!!

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[elizabethemerald]

Protective Instincts: Part 1

Based off my “Mistaken Identity AU” wherein Danny momentarily mistakes Bruce as his father and is eventually adopted into the family. Full serious of Protective instincts stories will be up on AO3 when they are all written. 

“Alright Danny! Courtesy of our new best friend Oracle, I have your brand new ID hot off the press.” Tucker called into the room as he entered. 

Danny and Sam were in their shared bedroom in Wayne Manor. Danny was finishing painting Sam’s nails with her customary black. His own were painted a dark purple. Now that they were all finally safe and reconnected it was time to get back to feeling like themselves again. It was well past time they had fun and colorful (or black in Sam’s case) nails. Tucker would get his turn as soon as Sam’s were dry. 

Of course there were more than enough rooms in Wayne Manor for them all to have separate rooms, but after a chaotic first night wherein every member of the trio had their own nightmares then panicked when they couldn’t find each other. Even Jazz, usually the most emotionally steady and mentally healthy member of their group didn’t sleep at all that first night as she kept checking on Danny, Sam and Tucker. 

So it was decided that the trio would share a bedroom. The bedrooms were definitely large enough for the three of them to sleep side by side by side, and considering they had all crammed themselves into Danny’s tiny twin at the Fenton’s household, they slept comfortably. Plus it made it easier for Jazz to anxiously check on them if they were all in the same bed. Alfred and the Waynes didn’t say anything about them rooming together, though the trio did get a few raised eyebrows when they left their room together. 

“Daniel Edward Nightingale.” Tucker said as he handed over the ID with a flourish. 

“I can’t believe you picked Edward as your middle name.” Sam said with a sigh as she started to blow on her nails to get them to dry. 

“Well Jazz wanted her last name to be Nightingale, you two wanted to share a last name.” Tucker said as he sat down and started looking through the nail polishes that Cassandra and Stephanie had loaned them. Sam’s collection was still in Amity Park. “There are so many puns I can come up with, with those letters.” 

Left unsaid was that any middle name that started with an A was completely off the table. Danny didn’t need anymore reminders of Dan. Danny looked over his new paperwork as he spoke. 

“Yeah and we’ve already established I’m terrible at naming things. That’s apparently something I inherited from Jazz.” 

None of them mentioned Jack and Maddie’s terrible names they gave things. There were a lot of things that were being left unsaid between the three of them. 

“Actually, speaking of my sister, have either of you seen her?” Danny asked, standing and stretching. 

“Yeah, I handed her ID to her first. She immediately grabbed her purse and left the Manor. Apparently she’s desperate to start the job search so she’s not indebted to Bruce.” 

“Did she leave alone?” Danny asked, his voice rising and he knew his eyes were flashing green. 

“No, don’t worry. Jason was standing around in the kitchen and he got voluntold to be her escort. He’s got his guns, and Jazz has her creep stick. They’ll be safe.” 

“Oh well, that’s good.” 

“You don’t sound thrilled. I know you’re worried about her, but she’ll be ok.” Sam said as she started layering a neon blue polish onto Tucker’s nails. 

“Yeah, I trust her.” Even if his voice was a little hesitant. “It’s just now that we have real IDs and everything, I was hoping she would help me get my prescription set up, it’s been like a month since I had my last T shot.” 

Tucker whipped out his PDA and started typing one handed while Sam glared at him to stop moving so much lest she mess up his nails. 

“I’ve got the closest respectable pharmacy, and I’ve already sent in your prescription. I’ve even rearranged their queue and marked your order as a priority fill. It should be ready to pick up in a few minutes.” 

Danny gave him a wide smile, then looked nervous again. 

“Uh, I was also hoping Jazz could help me administer the shot. Maybe one of you could…?”

He trailed off as both of them looked uncomfortable. Sam capped the polish she was working with and put her hand on Danny’s arm. 

“Danny, we love you. But I don’t think either of us are going to be able to stick you with a needle any time soon.” She said. Tucker gave him an anxious smile and a small nod. 

“Oh. Well I guess I could do it myself. No problem right!” Even in his own ears the words sounded like false bravado. 

“Hey, maybe one of the Waynes would be able to help you out?” 

“What can the Waynes help you with? 

Before Danny could reply a voice from the hallway made him whip around. Tucker had left the door open in his excitement and standing there, not entering their space but still leaning casually on the doorframe was Dick Grayson. 

“Sorry to butt in. And for eavesdropping but I couldn’t help but overhear.” Dick said with a small smile, trying to put them at ease. 

Danny consciously forced himself to relax. When he had been startled he had whirled so he was in front of Sam and Tucker his fists raised and his gleaming with a green light. He let out a slow breath and relaxed his clenched and ready muscles. Dick wasn’t a threat. Sam and Tucker were safe. He was safe. He breathed slowly in then out again before he shot a smile back at Dick. He already told the Waynes his biggest secret, what was one more secret? Better to know now if there was going to be a problem before they all got comfortable. 

“I was hoping for some help administering my T shot.” He was still tense, but when Dick’s face only changed to a wider smile he relaxed more. 

“Oh, I can help you. I’ve helped Wally with his plenty of times. There’s just something about having to stick yourself with a needle that is so much worse. May I come in? Or would you prefer to do it in one of the restrooms?”

Danny relaxed further, almost back to how he was when it was just him, Sam and Tucker in the room. He glanced at them and they both gave him a nod so he nodded ot Dick. 

“I don’t have the prescription yet. I was just going to go pick it up.” 

Dick entered and glanced curiously around, but quickly refocused. Danny was sure the room was a little messy, with two teenaged boys living there, and all three of them still living out of their suitcases in case they had to leave quickly. However Danny didn’t feel like Dick was judging them at all. 

“If you’d like I can swipe the keys to one of Bruce’s cars and drive you to the pharmacy. There’s no worries there.”

Danny hesitated again for just a moment before he nodded. He had been planning on going ghost and flying to the pharmacy then just taking the package with his name on it and disappearing, but maybe it would be better to do this as a human. 

“Bye, Danny. Love you!”

“We’ll be here when you get back. Be safe out there. Love you!” 

“I love you both too.” 

Dick gave him another small smile at their farewells but didn’t say anything. Tucker and Sam had been doing that a lot more recently. He didn’t mind, his core always purred and hummed when they did and he certainly loved them, but he wasn’t sure why or where that had come from. 

While he was caught up in his thoughts on his friends Dick had grabbed a set of keys and escorted him into the very full garage. Despite the number of luxury and sports cars that filled the space, Dick led him to one of the more normal looking cars. Still fancy, and still nice, but common enough that it wouldn’t be obvious that a Wayne was on the roads. Dick waited until they had pulled out the front gate and were on the road before he spoke again. 

“You don’t have to worry about anyone in the family giving you a hard time.” He said, with his voice soft, comforting. “Half the family is queer and we all have friends or associates who are part of the community.”

“Thanks. That’s good to know.” Danny said. His parents… no. Jack and Maddie had been accepting of his gender identity, but had hated his ghost half. He had been afraid that the Waynes might have been the opposite, ok with his ghost half and bigoted against his gender identity. Though maybe he needn’t have worried, Dick after all, had the most Bisexual energy Danny had ever seen outside of a mirror. 

The trip to the pharmacy was quick and efficient. With Dick standing guard and fully willing to stare down or call out anyone who even looked at him funny when he asked the pharmacist for his prescription, Danny was able to get in and out without a problem. Honestly with Dick towering over him at 6 foot, Danny felt as safe as he did when his sister was with him. Though she was even taller at 6’3”. They were pretty sure she was going to end up even taller with the ectoplasm running through her veins. 

Once they were back in the Mansion and Danny could relax a little more (he still didn’t relax fully in the mansion, unless he had Tucker, Sam and Jazz around him. That was the only time he felt fully safe) Dick escorted Danny to one of the restrooms on the ground floor. 

“You needed help with the injection, is that correct?” Dick asked. 

“Yeah, usually Jazz helps me out.” Danny gave a half laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s weird I’m totally fine with stitching myself up, and giving myself injections of Ecto-dejecto, but I can’t handle the much smaller needle of a T shot.” 

For a moment Danny could feel rage radiating off of Dick even though the older man kept his face mostly calm. Though that should have been its own hint at Dick’s emotions. He was almost never serious, always ready with a joke  or a pun. 

“It’s ok, Danny. We’re here to help. You don’t have to do everything yourself anymore.” 

Danny wasn’t 100% certain that Dick was talking about the testosterone injection at all anymore, but he just nodded and let Dick help him with the injection. He had to look away from the needle and couldn’t help a small flinch as the needle reminded him of all the needles his parents had stuck him with while he was in their care. They wanted to test how ghosts reacted to different chemicals. He had experienced everything from human blood (Jack’s donation) to bleach flowing through his veins. 

He didn’t realize he had tensed until he felt strong arms wrap gently around his body. Danny untensed his muscles with difficulty and took a breath, the silent reminder that at least part of him was still alive, even if he didn’t need to breathe anymore. As he repeated the breathing exercises Jazz had taught him, he slowly became aware that Dick was slowly and softly repeating calming phrases to him as he hugged him. 

“It’s ok, little ghost. It’s Danny. You’re not alone anymore. You’re safe. Your family is safe. You’re part of our family now. We’re going to keep you safe. You’re ok, Danny.” 

More tension bled from his shoulders as he sighed into Dick’s arms. Maybe this is what a family was supposed to feel like.

Final Author Note: I have a couple of these planned, I’ll post them all on tumblr seperately, then on AO3 all together once they are all finished. My Momma Selina story will be updated next. Then I have an idea for Papa Red Hood story that I’ll do next. Also! I have a zine coming out at the end of the week, keep an eye out for it!

#Danny Phantom #dp x dc #dick grayson #trans danny fenton #Tucker Foley #sam manson #the trio is a couple #they just haven't realised it yet #danny fenton #Writing Emerald #mistaken identity #Please reblog!

[prettyboyrry]

hi um so i totally did not expect for my last post to get any likes but here we are. thought i’d write something for you guys again :)) enjoy

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“jesus christ” i gasp into my girlfriend’s mouth holding onto her by her hips where i have her pinned against the door as we have a sloppy make out session.

we’ve been dating for 3 months now and we have the same routine as far as intimacy goes. we end up getting all hot and bothered and start touching everywhere and kissing like it’s our last until she suddenly pulls back with a reddened face blubbering an excuse about why we have to stop.

while i always want to do what makes her comfortable it hasn’t stopped my thoughts from churning and thinking some of the worse things like maybe she doesn’t wanna have sex with me, or fuck maybe i’m a bad kisser. whatever it is i wanna get to the bottom of it tonight.

on queue she pulls back from me averting her eyes everywhere but mine, pulling down her dress and straightening out her hair. i can’t help but smile at the lipstick that’s smudged just the slightest bit.

“i-i’m on my period” she pants out “we ca-“

“you wanna tell me the real reason” i raise my eyebrow “hm?”

she stutters out a “w-what? i am”

“you were on your period 2 weeks ago” i deadpan “you know i don’t like when you lie baby”

she goes red faced realizing her mistake.

“i’m” she takes a breath finally meeting my eyes “a virgin”

“are you serious?” i laugh

“sorry” she winces “i understand if you don’t wanna continue or something i just didn’t know how to tell you this without it-“

i cut her off by leaning down and pressing long hot kisses from her breast that are spilling out of her dress up to her neck and when i make it to her ear i lean in.

“angel, i don’t care i’m more upset you felt like you couldn’t tell me” i assure her “i just wanna make you feel good”

“really?” she says oh so sweetly “i wanna make you feel good too, except i don’t really know how”

i lean back up looking her in the face when i ask her.

“yeah?” i hum “such a dirty girl all for me”

“mhm anything for my abby” she says so nicely.

“c’mere” i beckon her over sliding my hand into hers bringing us further into our hotel room. we reach the bed and when the back of her legs hit the front of the bed she’s collapsing onto her back letting out a squeal as i crawl over her seeing her adorable surprised face.

“can i touch you?” i ask her politely.

“yes please” she pants out.

i crawl down her body, bunching up her dress trailing kisses down her stomach watching it quiver when i do so. i finally get down to her panty line and run my finger along it watching her breathing get heavier.

“so so pretty baby” i praise her.

“t-thank you” she almost whimpers.

i bring my hands down parting her thighs gently to see a small wet spot forming on her panties. i practically lick my lips at the sight but my prolonged staring is causing her to think the worst when i feel her legs start to close.

“don’t move” i demand “you’re gonna do as i say understand?”

“yes, yes sorry abby” she apologizes.

i bring my head down kissing the inside of her thighs, leaving dark hickies behind and making her hiss at the pain but it quickly turns into a moan when i soothe it with my tongue. i finally bring my mouth off her thighs when she begins to squirm i begin kitten licking the front of her underwear to give her clit the smallest bit of friction i know she’s craving.

“please take them off, i can’t wait anymore” she begs.

“hm i don’t know if you deserve it” i tease “lying to me earlier isn’t something good girls do and we both know that”

“i know i know” she whines, pleasured tears running down her cheeks “m’so sorry please please please make me feel good i need it”

with her painful cries i finally give in and pull her panties down watching her shiver at the air hitting her cunt. she’s practically dripping down her thighs.

“tell me when it’s too much, yeah?” i ask her.

“ok ok i will just ple-“

i cut her off by bringing my mouth down and connecting it with her slit rubbing my tongue down her aching core. i flick my tongue up paying attention to mainly her clit.

“o-oh god i’m, fuck” she moans out shakily.

i continue my movements seeing what makes her shake and keen.it’s not long until her back is arching and her thighs are shutting around my head i have to pry them apart with my hands.

“more m-mommy” she groans.

she doesn’t even register what she’s just said until i peer up looking at her darkly. she takes it as a look of disapproval and slaps her hand over her mouth going bright red.

“that was supposed to stay inside my head” she laughs nervously.

“why?” i question “mommy’s making you feel good isn’t she? think i’ve earned it.”

her eyes roll to the back of her head when i punctuate my sentence by thrusting a finger into her with no warning. she’s so fucking tight she’s practically squeezing me. i work my finger in and out continuing to lean down still paying all my attention to her clit knowing that’s what makes her scream for me.

“i think i’m gonna” she’s cut off by a harsh thrust, “i’m gonna cum”

“you don’t tell me what you’re gonna do” i scold her “you ask me”

“baby please can i-“

i cut her off by putting in a second finger watching her back arch off the bed with a cry and her hands balling the sheets up beneath her.

“hm?” i say teasingly.

“i said can i-“

i cut her off again by curling my fingers in a cmere motion hitting a spot inside her that has her babbling curses and my name.

“n-not fair” she cries “you won’t let me talk”

“i won’t let you cum either if you don’t quit fucking pouting” i seethe.

“no no no please i’m so sorry” she pleads “i just wanna cum really bad, i’ve been so good all night mommy please”

“oh my sweet girl” i continue my motions with my fingers “whenever you’re ready”

“yes yes thank you so much” she says in the cutest voice.

i pull my fingers out before bringing my mouth over her core and shaking my head into her making sure my nose rubs her clit just right. that’s all it takes for her body to seize and shake as she lets out sobs and gasps begging me to keep going.

when she comes down she looks absolutely ruined in contrast from when we first started. mascara running down her cheeks, lipgloss all over her mouth, even the tips of her ears are flushed.

when she finally gets control of her breathing that’s when i ask.

“still up for one more round?” i ask.

“yes, wanna make you feel good please” she says.

“alright baby hop up and take my pants of for me” i offer.

i get up standing beside the bed and watch her follow my lead except she falls to her knees in front of me and begins unbuttoning my slacks, pulling them down my legs. when she’s done she looks into my eyes and gestures to my blazer asking if she can take it off to which i nod. once we’re both undressed that’s when i notice she begins to get nervous again.

“hey, this still okay?” i ask her as we’re sitting next to each other, me smoothing her hair down.

“mhm just want to live up to your standards” she responds shyly.

“baby you already do” i assure her. “i’m gonna help you with everything okay?”

she nods pushing back to the headboard to lay against the pillows.

i crawl over to her leaning down to kiss her but i’m stopped when she turns her head going to my neck instead.

“fuck” i hiss as she lands painful yet pleasurable kisses on my neck.

“you taste so good” i hear her whisper.

“getting bold hm?” i try to hide the fact that she has me fucking ruined.

“i guess” she mumbles through a smile.

i bring my face up to meet hers pressing a quick kiss to her lips before i speak.

“gonna try something different is that okay?”

“will you feel good too?” she asks me.

“yes baby i will.” i smile down at her.

“then yes i wanna try.”

so that’s how i end up with her leg over my shoulder and me grounding my hips into hers watching her mouth form into an “o” shape at the feeling of our clits getting friction off of one another. i reached down in front of me with my free hand groping one of her boobs tightly watching the way her eyes roll into the back of her head.

“fuck you’re gonna cum i feel you clenching baby” i groan through a harsh thrust trailing my hand from her boob to her waist guiding her hips to match mine.

“s-so much i can’t” she trembled from the overstimulation taking over her body all at once turning into a whining mess below me.

“nuh uh” i tut. “don’t fucking stop, you wanna make me proud hm?”

“yes yes i do! i promise” she pleads with her eyes screwed shut. all that can be heard in the room are the slick sounds of their core meeting and the pathetic whimpers she’s letting out.

“wanna hear you too” she whispers.

only just now have i realized i’m biting down hard on my lip to conceal my moans.

“ok ok” i pant.

she cries out at the rough pace i’m going her fingers dig into my thighs to the point of breaking skin. the filthy sight of both of our arousal mixing between our thighs is nothing short of pornographic.

“god, cmon baby move with me” i demand.

“yes ma’am” she whimpers so fucking pathetically.

her breathing is going rough and ragged as her release is clearly approaching.

“can i let go please? been so good for you” the look on her face when she asks is precious i can’t say no.

“mhm, fuck, go on” i try to say but it’s broken up by a moan.

that’s all she needs before she stiffens as waves of pleasure hit her so hard she’s arching up into me, hips stuttering trying to keep up with mine. her eyes are tightly shut trying to work through it but knowing not to pull away even when she’s sensitive until i cum. she can’t stop moaning out for me.

“cumming so hard, i can’t i can’t i can’t” she sobs, hips bucking wildly.

the sight of her ruined under me is all i need before i’m collapsing forward groaning into her ear, hips snapping hard into her to follow my girl into her climax. i’m seeing stars as i practically soak both of our bottom half’s with how wet she has me.

“did so good pretty girl” i praise her, bringing her leg off my shoulder into a more comfortable position.

i brush her hair out of her face as she catches her breath to be able to speak.

“d-did you feel good?” she asks, her tone laced in worry.

“i don’t think i’ve ever came like that in my life, you’re perfect” i reassure.

“i try” she says sarcastically.

“oh shut up” i roll my eyes. “now c’mon we gotta shower”

i stand up putting on a t-shirt and turn back around to see my girlfriend still sitting in the same spot.

“baby cmon” i reiterate.

“um” she says with uncertainty.

that’s when i see it. her legs are shaking uncontrollably still hindering her from being able to get up.

“did someone get fucked too hard?” i laugh at her.

“stop making fun of me” she pouts crossing her arms.

“im sorry honey you’re right that’s so mean of me” i lean down pecking her lips 3 times.

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[psychewritesbs]

Hello there!

I've been giving a little stalk through your blog and I love your posts and insights, thank you for sharing them!

Now for what I came here to say - I've read @littleholmes post on RCT and reincarnation on ch 239 and your addition to it and I wanted to give some input (albeit a bit of in a different direction) as well since I've been thinking about that topic too, if that's alright!

I was like, 100% sure Gege had disposed of Gojo for real up until he deliberately chose to make reference again to the fact that to kill a RCT user you have to go for the head. Honestly, Gege has shown us so many time that we cannot dismiss any small dialogue line in his manga because the story will always make a way to circle all the way back to it that I believe he did not just randomly drop that line there.

SO, assuming Gege did not drop that line randomly nor is baiting us into thinking that, I got myself thinking about possible ways Gojo could make a comeback and the way I see it, I think the most likely way for him to manage to survive would be through RCT usage and eventually later with Shoko and/or Yuta's intervention to fully heal; what I think is something that we must consider as littleholmes said in the original post, is that Gojo's brain is most likely as good as fried after shinjuku showdown, so i think the chances are 1) Gojo isn't able to use RCT at all anymore and is effectively dead, or 2) he still manages to use RCT but has taken so much damage to his brain that he can't use his technique anymore.

Now for character development - I think Gojo's personal identity remains in close contact with his identity as "the strongest". I think Geto underlined that when they broke up at KFC parted ways with each other, and even though I don't think Gojo truly felt like that up until that moment since he still had Geto by his side and to him, they were the strongest, I do think it ended up becoming such a "dominant" self-perception of his that probably blinded everything else about his person and made him almost involuntarily isolate from everyone.

So to say, Gojo's identity as the strongest was what shackled him.

I wonder if it would be possible for Gojo, 29, fed a self-image of something close to godhood ever since a child, to ever part ways with that perception (and what comes with it) while mantaining his technique and remaining... well, the strongest..

I'm beating around the bush but where I wanted to reach was: I think it would be curious to see Gojo as a jujutsu-less leader. For someone like him to whose self-identity was always blurred with status, wouldn't it be freeing to "go north" as a new person, as someone who has more to offer than brute power, who can guide his students from a place of understanding, and be influencial despite lack of jujutsu (which ig would be possible since HQ was masacred)?

Okay, that's it, sorry for the english, for the messy thoughts and for barging in; I just wanted to read your thoughts on this perspective! Have a nice week :)

You: sorry for my English Also you: eloquently speaks in English better than many native English speakers, including myself 🤡😂

Omg anon, you're getting bumped up on the ask queue because this is relevant to this last chapter. Thanks so much for sharing the thoughts! This is good stuff.

I'm not going to lie, I am on camp "he's ded 💀", but all of these arguments in favor of him being alive are good stuff. Gege is so unpredictable that he might just bring him back from the dead all JC style SCREAMING IN SYMBOLISM NERD.

The thing is that ego death is metaphorical, right? And ego death is a prerequisite for the kind of growth you describe for a character that created a metaphorical barrier around himself with a self-ascribed identity as the strongest.

I've gone on the record ok like who's keeping the record lol that Gojo needed to die because I truly believe that, as the pinnacle of the very thing he sought to bring down, he simply needed to die. But after this conversation and littleholme's post, I like the more nuanced approach that, yeah, that attitude he held needed to die AND be reborn into something else.

Whether he can come back from said "death" or not is still up in the air. Everything is fair game at this point with jjk!

Thanks for reaching out, the comments, but above all, sharing your thoughts!

#ask the mental gymnastics anime girl #god i love jujutsu kaisen

[monstermonger]

HEY

i just want to say thanks ;;

(i know it’s probs obvious buT) yes i read every single tag and — IT MEANS A TON but ok damn im remembering this was a thing that bugged me when i was last active on tumblr years ago. there’s no convenient way to give direct thanks to lil comments in there lol

so i’m just taking the chance now real quick :”””D and thanks for not getting too sick of my auto queue posting every single day for like 2.5 weeks now haha. there are still a few more pieces in there before it runs out of the first batch i had put together. i’ll take a quick break and refill it later— but yeee hope ya don’t mind ;b; should finally catch up within another month or so and get to posting my recent stuff

hope you’re all staying safe and healthy ~

#random rambling

[breathplayed]

17, 29, 48, & 55 😁🫖

oh u GOT me got me lets go

(17) what is your favorite line you’ve ever written? babe plz this one is too hard..... there's too many...... I HAVE 920K WORDS ON AO3 AND ~50K INCOMING I DONT EVEN REMEMBER THEM ALL......... uuhhhhhhhh ok ok ill try to narrow a few down. it's all gonna be recent tho bc that's what i remember most + i have rly been indulging myself stylistically as of late lmao

for just ~pretty language~ my favorites rn are

"Jimin is almost too pretty to mar with mortal hands, but Jungkook finds desecration is half the fun when his hands slip lower" (folie à trois)

"Some floodgate inside him has broken, the last bastion of resistance crumbled, and now he’s a drowning man in the dead waters" (folie à trois)

“I love you,” he whimpers into Taehyung’s kiss like a prayer. Too devout; Taehyung’s hands and lips pause. Jimin’s own lip is already trembling, caught, so he lets the confessional spill like it’s the last Sunday he’ll ever see." (the losing game ch17)

"[Taehyung] used to dream, sometimes, after Jimin was gone, that he was holding him again, that he could crack open Jimin's ribcage and crawl inside to make a home beside his heart before they burned together." (the losing game ch5)

"Sometimes—in his darkest moments, on his worst nights—Jimin dreams about Taehyung carving over each and every one of his scars. Creating clean new edges to each of them, prying fingers in the wound to be as close as possible, rewriting their memories and meanings with a jagged, almost unbearable intimacy." (the losing game ch17)

"The graves we dig ourselves are often the deepest." (the graves we dig..... now thats a real throwback huh)

there's too much i could say for dialogue but.... i'm super fond of the hurtful conversations present!vmin have in tlg (especially ch14, i reread that a lot), ignite the stars ch5 (also reread that a lot), and also i love pretty much everything that comes out of taehyung's mouth in folie à trois lol

(29) give us a spoiler for one of your stories. answered here, but since this one could be answered multiple times i'll bite......... my queue tag ("i'm glad it was queue") is a play on one of my favorite lines in all of tlg that i have been excited about getting to for yeaaaarrrssss. no one but me knows the line yet (or how hurtful its context is) bc it's in one of the final chapters hehehe but it's "i'm glad it was you" ..... :')

(48) do you reread your own stories? the answer to this used to be a strong NO!!!! but that has actually changed in the last two years! i don't rly reread anything older (my writing style has changed so much + there's things i'd change about older fics esp <2020 so it's not an enjoyable experience to me, i'd just fret over editing it) but there's some newer fics i reread bc they are So written to my own taste. i think i really improved a lot getting to write a bunch in lockdown lol + started caring less about whether ppl liked the fic and just wrote for ✨Me✨ so several of those recent fics i'm happy with and do reread sometimes like a stupid idiot narcissus

The ones i've reread the most are "sit, stay" + "sea legs" + favorite parts of "ignite the stars" and my favorite parts of "the losing game". the other scattered pwp's since 2020 have gotten reread about twice each. and i recently reread WBIO for the first time since writing it in early 2020!!! mixed feelings on that one bc i felt like i would change some parts of it if i wrote it today but that's a sign ur growing and improving i suppose

(55) do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them? oh i have so fucking many 'WIPs' it's not even funny. there's probably like ~12 completely bullet point outlined medium length / longfics in my docs down to exact dialogue i'd write, and dozens more fic attempts that have a whole plot and ending. bc as soon as i come up with an idea i already immediately know how i want it to end. which gives me way too many Plot Bunnies that are viable to be turned into fics!!!!! two years ago i made a list of every idea i thought should at least see the light of day in threadfic form if not an actual fic and it came out to 30 fics lol (and that was cutting it down to the essentials)

the thing is, very few of my WIPs are ever 'abandoned' in my mind, it's more like... i put them in my mental freezer. on hold / on ice. and some of them are closer to the front and get taken out and rotated around and worked on more often, while others are shoved to the far back of the freezer as i say "i'll make that someday" and forget it exists til the next time im reminded of it. there's only a few that i'd actually toss in the trash (aka truly abandon and never work on again).

the ones that are definitely abandoned in that i know i dont Want to write them are all on the more domestic romcom side (think like 'meaner than mean' or 'i like us like this') i know people like those but they're the hardest thing for me to write, those were the most annoyed i've ever felt while writing, i would literally groan out loud working on them, i am rly only happy writing conflict/angst or pwp lol

tbh, if i were to be realistic with myself, i'd say most of these wip's are 'abandoned' in that i probably will never get around to finishing them. but i dont want to call them abandoned because i do like the plots, and think ppl would like them, and want to share them!!! i just think they would suck / not be fun to write. Maybe Someday i will do an archival effort and work on translating as many of them as i can into threadfic form so they see the light of day in some format and are no longer abandoned to rot in my docs... bc there's no way that most of them are ever going to be written the way i wish i could do them justice :') and then i can abandon them knowing that ppl at least got to read a vague outline of what could have been

fun fact: i opened the aforementioned list of all these ideas to count and on one of them, a fic i've been poking at since 2018, i have the note "finish this or die" next to it. guess i know which one i've picked atp 🪦

#ask game

[rensoneshots]

kiss me one more time 2.9 (the end)

laughing at some joke draco had made, the brunnet took a sip of his dring, the blond followed queue.

minuts later

"harry, let's go somewhere without him" jinny said with descust on the word 'him' while grabing the now lovstruck boy.

"o-oh ok" he replyed with one of those slopy smiles.

(i might go back and fix this part but ply not)

D, sadly: where are you going?

H: with my girlfriend. where are you going malfoy, oh wait, your to dumb to do anything.

D: ??

H: im sorry but you bullyed me for so many fucking years and made my life hell, i made a commtment to jin and i love her"

J: you should go now, he doesnt like you and never did; no one likes you.

H: why would anyone ever want you around? your useless and deserve anything. your life was handed to you on a plate and you pretend like everyone will bow down to you like your the king of the world or some stupid shit like that.

J: all of that money and yet it wouldnt be a wast is ou just died.

draco was sobbing at this point (lets face it, jinny is the real villan in this story) "wait! dont go" he paused "what did you do to the nice harry i knew? what did i do wrong? please i love you harry." but honistly, the blond thought the same things they were saying, and maybe he would be beter off dead.

H: i love you jinny

and with that they left

draco wanted to hear those words so much, but not to that girl. no. notgirl, thing. that fucking thing. why did she get to hear it and smile back at him. and the fact that they think that his life was so good, they dont know about snape, or the things his father says. 

whould harry every love him again? or would it always be hatred? 

the blond caught up to the other two. (btw i know this isnt how it works in HP but in KMOMT, i want love potions to work like this) "harry, i... hear me out, i love you and i know you love me too. jinny has you under some sort of potion. theres something wrong with you." he pleaded.

"i dont know what your talking about, i love my girlfriend"

draco extended a hand to harry's cheak, it was quickly slaped away. "please just kiss me, it wount happen again. i promis. please. kiss me again. kiss me one more time"

blankly harry replyed "no" and they just walked away

(if you want a happy ending then: harry kisses draco and they fall in love again. if not then be prepared for what comes next)

 3 days latter

draco sat on his bed with tears running down his face, harry and jinny had just insulted him. "a-avada kadavra" he said softly

hewas later found by snape, who was angered and wanted to fuck the  boy for skiping class that day. inideatly he called in dumbledor who found that note.

it read:

ues, i killed my self. harry, jinny is doing something to you, don't let her keep poising you. i love you. and snape, why did you do that to me?  you beat me and raped me yet you never told me why. i think that everyone should know that you are a tarable person and deserve to be locked up. mother, im sorry and i love you

                                                                          -draco malfoy

the end

an: ok wow that took way longer than i thought it would but i hope you enjoyed the last 600ish words

[the-doomed-witch]

Ok, after some "post-reading-smut time alone"... now I can properly answer you with my fangirling attitude 🤭

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH - FINALLY!!!

Thank YOU for that. So damn good... SO FUCKING DAMN GOOOOOD. Tell me there is a part 2. Pretty please, tell me.. come on.. she is so dreamy to be a stand alone kind of thing.....

First: I cannot unsee Olsen in a air-hostess uniform... is burned in my mind.

Second: Holy mama...mommy/daddy play is just so.. 👌

Third: yes to oral in the crew seat, yep, yep.. totally worth the googling "where do they seat on an airplane" mishap...

Uuuh, I liked to know I have requests freedom! Don't give me too much opening, I will use it 🤭. Oh, I have so many... let me get my best one forward and I will send you later.. (claps excitedly)

About reading my fics... uhm.. hard pass. 😂 I am joking. I will get off anon and DM you one of this days - you are so nice to talk to 😊. I am writing one for Lizzie. But is far from over.

GOOGLE CAN BE SO DAMN STUPID! Like.. just ANSWER ME! Sometimes I feel like it is mansplaning me.. 😅

No new dehli? Really? Where I would stay is so very nice! My cousin lived there for... like... 10 years? Maybe is because it was a very fancy place 🤣. His photos are extraordinary! But thanks for the advice ;) I will definitely consider it when I am ready to board on a 24hour wanda-less flight 😂

Oh, I am sorry. I shouldn't have anticipated your suffering :x... I had nightmares about balance sheets not matching for years.. hahaha. I can TOTALLY see you doing 34 pages of ledgers by hand. That was a very weird phase in life for me :x.

Well, my biology is more into human anatomy and physiologic, buuut mitochondria being a gift from your mother ... who gots from you grandma, and after grandma.. and so on..is so poetic. Hahaha my geek feminist side showing...

Ok, NOW I AM INTERESTED. We need to exchange smuts indications one of this days.... 😗

My god, exactly!! And I thought I was in a very dark path when I got to know slight smut.. then I stumbled on midnightcrimson and Wanda a few weeks ago? Is safe to say my soul if on the line to take the lift down to hell. 🤣

(Arrrgh, how can I add a freaking image here?? I got a Lizzie doing yoga one!! 😒)

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JUBGBKDDJHJKGB 😭😭😭 i’m so so glad that you liked it anon! 🖤🖤 i’m not sure if i’ll have a part two, but i am planning a small drabble in continuation about the strap-on 🫣 still, not very sure because one thing abt me is i suck at series or multiple parts of a story 🥲

olsen in an air hostess uniform yes. yes exactly. you seriously get me. that’s what i had in my mind the whole time 🤤 sitting in the crew cabin and eating out wanda? COUNT ME IN!

also!!!!! i’ll be eagerly waiting for your request <333 & enthusiastically waiting to read your fics!! 🖤

google a mansplainer? YOU ARE SO REAL FOR THIS. like my dudes don’t try to explain me shit #GenderfluidBossing (because girlbossing sounds very gender dysphoric to me hehe)

delhi has deteriorated a LOT over the time, the air quality index has risen to a very disturbing amount… if you plan on coming here then i suggest you to do a bit of a research, because it’s seriously dangerous. nothing is more dangerous than a flight with wanda tho. iykwim

34 pages is an understatement 😭🥲 the last time i wrote an accounts exam, i used up 70+ pages in three hours! queue this genre of taylor swift lyrics:

human anatomy is my only strong topic in the entirety of biology. reminds me of the time i scored 50/50 in science in 7th grade 💀😭🤣 yeah no i’ll never forget that, it was the smartest in science i could ever be! but scientific poetry can consume my heart. the thing is, i love learning about science but for academic purposes is a no.

a geek feminist? you’re like a billion times more iconic to me. i am a geek feminist too. but more of in a way where they should allow people who menstruate to have considerate holidays and exam timings. having cramps while writing a stupid ass 20 mark test should be banned fr😐

the moment i started reading smut i only confirmed my place in hell. i haven’t spared myself. funny part is, i cannot even stop thinking about it 😩 sometimes when i cannot sleep i keep thinking abt smut …should i be concerned?

if you have a pinterest link to the image, you can link it to the text :)

(again, i’m so sorry, i geniunely forgot to answer the ask!)

#skye answers #anon ★ #. . anon <3

[inthegardensofourminds]

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#5

When we saw the three witches walking together through the street in last night’s episode I thought, “I bet at least one of them is a lesbian.” But I wasn’t sure if they actually would be, but then we discovered that THEY WERE!!!!

45 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

#4

OK but is nobody else talking about the fact that in the finale the strip club did a performance based around a housewife fantasizing about a lesbian relationship while her husband ignores her watching TV?

49 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

#3

Saw on Instagram that the photographer who took photos on the set of Elvis took thousands of photos and that there will be a book!

54 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

#2

OK so! I was never an Efentix shipper last year. I thought it was entertaining, but I was super skeptical of it and didn’t think it would last if there was anything real about it. This year we found it really was real all along. I just saw Efendi’s Instagram stories from Turin holding hands with Andreas and I almost squealed! This is so sweet and I cannot handle it.

69 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Evening Serenade

Austin Butler and reader (any gender)

AN: I didn’t think I was going to write anything for this fandom, but recently I read about how Elvis at one time expressed to Dolly Parton his interest in recording “I Will Always Love You.” So, then I had a thought, which is the premise of this little oneshot.

Wordcount: 908

There was nothing more peaceful in the evening that Austin playing guitar. Even when he played more upbeat songs, the acoustic notes created a hushed quality in the room that surrounded you like a hug. It was the warmest feeling, and it made you feel close to him even if neither of you said a word.

It didn’t even matter if you were just sitting there or if you had other things to do. Tonight, you had enjoyed listening as you washed up the dinner dishes and then sat down on the sofa to catch up on your reading. The instrumental versions of Elvis songs that Austin played were a perfect soundtrack for all of it.

But your attention moved completely from your reading to the music when Austin started playing and singing a different song. It wasn’t one you had heard him play before. But you knew it. You’d heard it many times, but not like this.

“If I should stay I would only be in your way...”

Austin didn’t usually try to sound like Elvis when he was singing, anymore. But right now, he sounded so much like Elvis you were sure he must have been doing it on purpose. And it was beautiful.

“And I...will always love you...”

When he got to the end of the words, he kept playing the chords.

“Elvis singing ‘I Will Always Love You’?” you ask.

“Elvis never got to record this song,” Austin explained as he played. “But he wanted to.”

“Really?” you asked. Austin nodded.

“Dolly wanted to hear him sing it,” he continued, “but Tom Parker wanted fifty percent of the publishing rights, so she had to turn him down.”

“That’s too bad,” you said. “I would have loved to hear it.”

Austin bowed his head, a wistful expression on his face.

“She would have, too,” he murmured. He stayed that way for a few beats, then lifted his head to sing the chorus once more. This time, he put even more feeling behind the words. As you listened, your eyes burned at the sorrow in the song, and the story behind it you had just learned.

You couldn’t resist clapping when he finally finished, even though it wasn’t typical of your little evening serenades.

“Austin,” you said as you wiped the tears from your eyes. “This might sound ridiculous, but I think you need to record this song. Singing it like you did just now. You sounded so much like Elvis.”

“That’s already what everyone says about my voice,” Austin said. “I don’t know if they’ll be able to move on from that if I record a song.”

“You’ve got two big movies coming out, soon, they can’t see you as Elvis forever” you explained. “And besides, the way you were just singing it now was beautiful. And it didn’t sound the same as when you were singing as Elvis for the movie.”

“You just said I sounded like Elvis,” he said. 

“You do,” you tried to explain. “But in a different way. And the way you sang it... it was so moving I almost started crying!”

“I’ve already told people I’m not going to focus on music right now,” Austin said. “I love music, but I’ve closed that door.”

You shook your head and took his hand, which he had placed on the couch cushion next to him when he had stopped playing.

“I don’t think so,” you said. “And even if you have, there’s plenty of people who would open it as soon as you say the word.”

Austin looked down at your hand, gently caressed it with his thumb.

“Do you really think anyone would go for that?” he asked quietly. 

“I know they would,” you said. “Vanessa knew you should play Elvis just from hearing you sing along to the radio. Baz knew you could play such a demanding role when he watched your audition tape. People in the crew through you were so good they would pay money to see you onstage, and they were there to work. You can sing, Austin, and you can sing well! I’d go even further and say you can perform! And there was so much emotion in your singing, if someone doesn’t want to hear that, then they don’t understand music.”

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love in the dark (wanda maximoff x reader)

synopsis: your plan is simple; get through your senior year and make it to college with minimal fuss. what you aren't expecting is the spanner in the works that is wanda maximoff and her stupidly kissable lips.

series warnings: high school au (everyone is 18), secret relationship, jealousy, allusions to and brief mentions of smut, fluff, angst

chapter warnings: first time (mostly), bottom!wanda, it’s getting angsty besties <3

words: 5.8k

a/n: this is a little late, sorry bout that - had a pretty tiring week and forgot to queue it lmfao. but alas.... aha... the beginning of the end... :D

part one | part two | part four | part five

Ding.

You groan at the interrupting, burying your face against the pillow in an attempt to hide from the light coming in from the window.

Ding.

You huff, reaching blindly towards your bedside table in search of your phone. It goes off again before you can find it, and you squint against the brightness of the screen as you read the notifications.

I’m sorry for last night

I was a mess

You rub your eyes, sitting up in bed and scooting until your back finds the headboard.

it’s alright, don’t apologise

how are you feeling?

Hungover. Head hurts like crazy

There’s a few seconds of a typing bubble, and then…

Wish you were here to kiss it better :(

You huff a laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up for no real reason.

smooth.

I know I am ;)

You roll your eyes at your girlfriend’s antics, that dopey grin still on your face.

let me know if you need anything, ok?

Wanda sends a heart emoji back, and you sigh softly, dropping your phone beside you and climbing out of bed, heading towards the shower. Some twenty minutes later, you make your way downstairs for breakfast - or, well, lunch, really. You aren’t expecting to find Iryna Maximoff unpacking the dishwasher, and it takes you a moment to unscramble your sleepy brain.

“Morning, love. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

You blink, shaking your head. “No,” you say. “You didn't. I - I didn’t know you were… isn’t it your day off?”

The woman smiles almost sheepishly. “Technically, yes. But your mother mentioned she was doing a double shift – I wanted to make sure you were doing okay. Especially because you dropped my kids home last night.”

You swallow thickly, reaching for the fruit bowl if only to make sure Iryna doesn’t catch your cheeks flushing in that way they always do whenever she mentions Wanda. “Oh, that’s okay. It’s not like I was gonna let ‘em walk home at that hour.”

“Still,” Iryna says gently. “I need to find some way to thank you.”

You smile, hopping up onto the counter. “You could thank me by actually taking your day off,” you say cheekily, and Iryna clicks her tongue, shooting you a look as she closes the now-empty dishwasher. “Really, Mrs Maximoff. I’ll be fine.”

“You’ve got something for dinner?”

A nod. “There’s stuff for pasta in the fridge. Or I can order takeout.”

She twists her lips, then sighs a little. “Alright. But you’ll let me know if you have any problems?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She smiles again. “Alright, then. I’ll leave you to it. See you Tuesday.”

“Bye.”

The front door clicks shut, and you let out a relieved breath. The tightness in your chest doesn’t quite alleviate, and you recognise the feeling as guilt. Lying sucks. Especially to someone as kind and sweet as Iryna is. Even if you might not be so fond of her readiness to send her daughter halfway across the globe, you have a deep respect for her; for any of her flaws, Iryna Maximoff’s heart is with her children, her sole focus on ensuring they have a good future. You can’t fault her for that.

All that respect for the woman doesn’t help with the guilt that lying to her makes you feel. Sometimes, you think about how it would be if she knew how you felt about her daughter; if things were different, maybe she would’ve welcomed you with open arms. Wanda already insists that she adores you, and the notion of it warms your chest. But recently, all that warmth finds itself overrun by the heavy feeling of shame, and you hate it.

For the millionth time, you wish things were different.

-

The next few days are uneventful. School, stealing moments with Wanda, home. School, Wanda, training, home. So on and so forth. Until Thursday, second period: biology.

When the teacher announces a project to be done in pairs, you immediately turn to Carol. Until, of course, she starts rattling off pairs almost at random. Carol mutters a damn it, banging her head into the table, and you laugh a little in amusement until, “Okay, Jarvis with Carol, Wanda with Y/N. Y/N and Jarvis swap seats.”

You don’t hear Carol’s tiny groan of disappointment over the eye contact you make with Wanda, both of you doing your best not to let your excitement show on your faces. You force your eyes away from her to start gathering your stuff, cautious not to look too desperate. You’re about to stand when Carol nudges you, and you shoot her a look before she points over to Wanda.

Or so you think.

Jarvis is leaning over, that ‘charming’ grin on his face. “Y/N, how about we swap partners?”

Your eyes flick to Wanda, her jaw tight, eyebrows cinched just enough that you can tell she’s disappointed. Your stomach twists uncomfortably when you realise that Jarvis probably thinks it’s because she’s not partnered with him. You swallow thickly, start to stammer through a response.

“I, um…”

“No swapping!” the teacher announces, a general response to the various frustrated grumbles across the room. You watch Wanda smother a smile, give Jarvis a tightlipped one of your own.

“Sorry, Jarvis,” you say, pushing to stand. You look over at Carol, drop your voice to a whisper. “Good luck.”

She cracks a grin, leaning on her first in faux excitement. “What ever do you mean, I’m absolutely thrilled!”

You huff a laugh and step past Jarvis as he moves towards your own desk, sitting down beside Wanda. Her attempt to smother her smile fails as you meet her eyes, and your whole chest warms in response. She clears her throat, covering her mouth with her hand to hide the grin on her face.

“Okay,” she chokes out, clearing her throat again. “What do you - we should probably get a start on this.”

“Okay,” you say softly, mostly to yourself.

By the end of the lesson, you’ve made casual plans to meet at Wanda’s house after school to keep working on the project, and it’s the only thing you can think about for the rest of the day. You’re zoning out of the conversation at lunch, your eyes glancing in Wanda’s direction every time her pretty laugh echoes across the room, and each time your eyes meet you have to look away just so you don’t blush in the middle of the cafeteria. You’re prodding pointlessly at your lunch with your fork when Carol kicks you in the shin, hard.

“Ow!” you say loudly, head whipping up and meeting Carol’s easy grin.

“Sorry,” she says, not sounding it, “you were on another planet.”

“Right, sorry,” you reply, pushing a hand back through your hair. “What were we talking about?”

Val catches your attention, so you miss the half-second glance Carol shoots in Wanda’s direction and the way her face twists together in thoughtfulness.

-

You knock on the door to the Maximoff residence at 7:03pm, and your heartbeat is pounding against your ribs uncomfortably fast for the 38 seconds it takes for the door to open. The smile drops from your face when you’re met with Pietro instead of Wanda, and you shift awkwardly on your feet as he watches you with an almost amused expression.

“Hi,” you say as he leans against the doorway.

“Hey,” he replies.

You clear your throat. “Um, is - is Wanda home?”

He opens his mouth to respond, but he’s cut off by a loud, “Pietro, did you open the fucking door?”

He grins, looking a little caught, as Wanda appears beside him suddenly, roughly shoving at him to try and get him to move. He relents a few steps, enough for Wanda to step in his place and turn to smile at you.

“Hi, sorry,” she says, and then she reaches for your arm to tug you inside. The touch shoots shivers up your arm, makes your chest tight with panic at the audience. Sure, it’s just her brother, but still. Wanda turns to Pietro as she drags you further into the house, snapping at him in Sokovian. He fires right back at her, seemingly getting a kick out of pissing her off, and you can’t help the grin that pulls at your lips when you notice the frustrated flush making the tips of her ears red.

“Mudak!” Wanda says as you reach the top of the stairs, guiding you into her room. “Good-bye!”

You huff a laugh when she closes the door and lets out a sigh, the tension visibly draining from her shoulders.

“That was colourful,” you comment. Wanda shoots you a look. Or, at least, she tries to - her lips tick up into a smile. “What was that about?”

“He’s just - being annoying,” she says, waving a hand, and you smother a smile as you nod, putting your bag down on her bed. You pull out your laptop and all the other things you need for the assignment, but when you start to walk Wanda through your plan, turning to look at her, she pounces on you.

You hum in surprise against her mouth as she pushes at your shoulders to make you sit on the bed before sliding into your lap, kissing you in a way that’s thoroughly distracting.

“Mm,” you say against her lips, “Wanda, we gotta—” She sucks at your lip. “Baby, we really gotta do this assignment—”

“Let’s just do this all night,” she husks, mouth working hotly along your jaw. “Pietro’s going out. We’ve got the house to ourselves.”

Your huff of laughter turns into something closer to a soft moan when she nips at your earlobe. “Wanda.”

She leans back at your stern tone, pouting adorably. You grin at her, reaching up to press your thumb against her frown for a second.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you say on a chuckle. The pout falters, lips curling up again despite her best efforts. “Y’know Miss Clarke hates late hand-ins. We won’t finish it if we don’t start now.”

She sucks her teeth, hands sliding around to the nape of your neck so she can fiddle with the baby hairs there. “We have tomorrow, and all weekend,” she frowns.

“No, we don’t. I have plans with Carol tomorrow night, and you’ve got that—”

“Dinner on Sunday,” she groans, leaning forward to bury her face in the crook of your neck. You hum, stroke a hand up and down her back, smiling when she sighs contently against you. She leans back after a second, pecking your cheek and then your lips. “Okay. Let’s get this stupid assignment done.”

You squeeze her waist, kissing her chastely.

“That’s my girl.”

For Wanda’s sake, you pretend not to notice the way her cheeks go pink.

Wanda works dutifully for three and a half hours. She gives up sometime around 10:30, and you can feel her eyes burning into the side of your face as she lays on her tummy, chin propped up on her hands as she watches you where you sit at her desk.

“Baby?”

You hum distractedly, eyes focused on this last paragraph of the essay. Once you get this done, all that’s left is the conclusion. You vaguely hear the bed shift, and only a moment later, lithe arms wrap around your shoulders from behind, and she leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m bored.”

“We’re almost done, Wanda,” you reply, tipping your head back to look at her. She smiles down at you, kissing you chastely. You can practically hear her pout as you look back to the computer screen, rubbing at your sort of sore eyes. “Twenty more minutes, okay?”

“Just have a quick break,” Wanda says. “Let’s just go get some fresh air. Give your eyes a rest.”

And, okay, that does sound nice. Still, you know you should probably just crank it out and be done with it. As if Wanda can hear your thought process, she presses another kiss to your hair.

“Won’t be long, baby, I promise.”

You grumble softly, unable to deny her anything. “Okay,” you sigh, but you can’t help but grin when she squeals excitedly and tugs you to your feet, taking your hand as she leads you to the door.

“What about our shoes?” you ask.

“Don’t need ‘em,” she throws over her shoulder, and even if it’s a little odd, you choose to ignore it in favour of keeping her hand in yours. Wanda pulls you outside, her feet slowing as she leans into your side and walks you towards the pool, only stopping when you’re right at the edge. There are only a few leaves floating around in the otherwise clean pool, and you find yourself mesmerised by the movement of the water.

There’s only a month until prom, and then exams and then graduation and then college. There’s an unspoken uncertainty hanging between you and Wanda and just what your relationship is going to be like when you go off to college, or if there will even be one. There’s the off chance that you get into MIT and Wanda goes to New York instead of  moving halfway around the world, and if that happens maybe you could go long-distance if the two of you stop hiding, but thinking about all the variables for too long makes you a little dizzy.

You don’t want to lose this, lose her. Even if it’s been hanging on by a thread since the day it started, you can’t help but think getting away from this town is going to be a sort of fresh start for the two of you. As naive and childish as it is, you can’t help but hope for it.

You can picture it so clearly - you both go to college only an hour’s flight away from each other, visit each other on the long weekends and the holidays and during the breaks, and then maybe you’ll move to New York and you’ll move into some shitty studio apartment and get a cat and make a space that’s yours.

But that life doesn’t involve Jarvis Stark or the plan that Wanda’s father has lain out so clearly or the secrecy and the hiding.

It’s unrealistic, and the smarter part of you knows that.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Wanda gently urges you to face her, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw. “What’re you thinkin’ so hard about, baby?”

You manage a teasing smile. “All the work we still gotta do,” you reply. Wanda rolls her eyes, winds her arms around your neck, and leans in close enough that her lips brush against yours when she speaks.

“Anyone ever told you you’re an overachiever?”

You fake an affronted noise, leaning back to look at her properly. She grins cheekily up at you. “Says you, Miss Straight A’s.”

“I actually have a B+ in calculus,” she retorts, and you huff a laugh, leaning in close again.

“My little nerd,” you murmur, and Wanda giggles as you kiss her. It starts off soft and sweet, but when she bites down on your lip, you pull back and ignore her pout of protest, dropping a few kisses to her cheeks. “You’re too distracting for your own good, you know that?”

She just hums, and then her face pulls together in almost concern. “Are you hot? I’m feeling kind of hot.”

You frown. “No…?”

“No, I think you are.”

Your confusion only grows. “Is this some sort of innuendo I don’t get—?”

You’re cut off by your own yelp when Wanda shoves you into the pool. Suddenly, it makes plenty sense why she’d told you not to bother with your shoes. You’re just glad you don’t have your phone on you. You break the surface to find Wanda doubled over in laughter, and it’s hard to stay mad at her when she’s full-belly laughing.

“You asshole!” you laugh, holding on to the edge as she presses a hand to her tummy, trying to get ahold of herself. “Was this your plan the whole time?”

She giggles, nodding, and you shake your head in disbelief. Before you can pull yourself out of the water, however, she’s leaping in as well. You splash water at her when she comes to the surface, and she giggles relentlessly as she pushes forward until she can reach you, gripping onto your shoulders and wrapping her legs around your waist.

All your previous worries are thrown right out the window as you struggle to kiss her between your laughter, your hands low on her waist as you hold her in the water.

After you shiver ten minutes later, Wanda leads you back into the house and fetches two towels. She kisses your cheek once you’ve wrapped yourself up and murmurs about getting you into a set of dry clothes before grabbing your hand and tugging you into her bedroom. You wait patiently as she rummages through her wardrobe for clothes, handing you a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt once she’s found them.

You quickly change into the dry clothes as she searches for her own, and when Wanda turns to look at you as you’re tugging the shirt over her head, you catch her eyes lingering on your revealed skin before she snaps them up. She blushes intensely when you give her a knowing smirk, quickly looking away and turning to put her set of clothes on her bed.

“Are the - are the clothes okay?” she asks, her voice a little strained. You do your best to stop the smile from growing.

“Yeah,” you reply. “I’d say goodbye to these sweatpants, if I were you. They’re quite comfortable.”

Wanda huffs, rolling her eyes good-naturedly at your comment. “Buy your own,” she shoots back, and you simply hum in response, caught on the way the bedside lamp is painting her face. It’s probably a silly thing to get rendered speechless by, but you can’t help it; Wanda is almost painfully beautiful.

Her hands freeze at the hem of her shirt when she realises you’re still watching her, and she clears her throat, raising her eyebrows pointedly when you meet her gaze.

“Oh, right, yeah.”

You turn around and close your eyes for good measure, doing your best to get the heavy beating of your heart back in control as the sound of Wanda pulling her shirt over her head finds you.

But then, “Y/N?”

Her voice is soft and shy, and has your heart fluttering.

“Yeah?”

There’s a long, heavy beat of silence. And then, “Turn around?”

With your heart still pounding solidly against your ribcage, you do so. Wanda exhales shakily as your eyes find her standing in her black lace bra, her shirt twisting anxiously between her fingers. You fight to keep your eyes on her face, but it proves difficult and you can feel your face warming.

Even in the low light in the room, you can see the faint blush taking over Wanda’s cheeks, too. With a deep breath, you step over to her, eyes on hers.

She bites into her lip as you reach her, one hand lifting to brush damp strands of hair away from her eyes and the other gingerly finding her waist. Her shirt flutters to the ground between your feet as her hands slide up onto your shoulders, and ever so slowly, you lean in.

Wanda gasps softly when your lips find hers, pressing delicately. It’s not your first kiss by any means, but there’s something different thrumming in the air around you, something much more intense. There’s a tension in your lower tummy, warmth pooling throughout your whole body, and the feel of Wanda’s soft skin beneath your fingertips is doing nothing to cool you down.

When you pull back for air, Wanda trails after you, curling a hand around the nape of your neck to tug you back in, kissing you with more certainty now. She steps towards the bed, licking at your bottom lip and dragging a groan out of you. Carefully, you guide her onto her back, settling between her legs and propping yourself up on your elbows.

Her breath catches when you meet her eyes, searching her face for any sign that she wants to stop. Long eyelashes flutter as a tiny smile curls up one corner of her mouth, her hand shifting so she can trace the line of your cheekbones, then over the bow of your lips.

She blushes when you kiss the pads of her fingertips. “Hi,” she whispers.

“Hey,” you murmur back. “You okay? You wanna keep going?”

She nods, licks her bottom lip. “I just… I’ve never done this before,” she admits shyly.

You swallow hard. “Neither,” you reply. “We… we’ll take it slow, okay?” She nods, pulls you down so that she can kiss you, slow and deep, and it makes your head spin. When you need to breathe, you trail your kisses along her jaw and down her throat, and Wanda gasps when you nip at her pulse point.

Her hands tug at your shirt. “Off?” she asks in a murmur. “Wanna feel you.”

You push up onto your knees just long enough to do as much, your whole body lighting up when Wanda hooks her legs over your hips to press you closer to her as you kiss. She hums appreciatively as her nails drag feather-light lines over your back, her other hand gently fisting into the back of your hair.

Your hips jolt at the subtle tug, a soft groan slipping out of your lips, and Wanda moans at the movement, her thighs tightening their hold.

“More,” Wanda gasps, rocking her hips up in a desperate search for that friction again, and your whole body runs hot. You lean back to look at her as you press your hips down again, and you can’t help but smile when she whines softly. “Please.”

It’s almost a whimper, and the sound makes something in you click. You swallow hard, eyes trained on her face. Her cheeks are thoroughly flushed and her pupils are blown wide as she gazes up at you, desperation written all over her face. Biting into your lip, you push off of her again to help her tug her shorts down her legs. Her breathing roughens with each inch of revealed skin, and you find yourself hesitating once her shorts are discarded and she’s left in just her panties and bra in front of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper, breathless, and Wanda’s cheeks flush further, a shy smile tugging at her mouth.

Wanda licks her lip as she pushes to sit, eyes on yours as she twists a hand behind her back to undo the clip on her bra. As the fabric falls away, you feel your mouth go dry. You lift your eyes back to her face in an attempt to be respectful, and Wanda smiles softly, sitting up further to kiss you. She pulls you down as she settles onto her back again, tugging you flush against her, and god.

“I want you to touch me,” she murmurs against your lips, each word sending a chill down your spine. “Can you do that, please, baby?”

You manage a nod, brushing your lips along her jaw and down her throat, heart pounding as Wanda guides your hand between your bodies. You can’t help yourself when your palm brushes over her chest; you squeeze one of her breasts, revelling in the way Wanda gasps sharply and arches into the touch, moaning quietly when you swipe your thumb over her hardened nipple.

Lifting your head to kiss her, slow and deep, you trail your hand lower, and as you slip your fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, pulling away from her mouth to watch her eyes flutter and her mouth fall open on a silent moan, you know with terrifyingly startling clarity that you love her.

Sometime later, after Wanda has fallen asleep on your chest with your fingers stroking through her hair, you gently shift her off you and onto the mattress. She stirs with a soft groan, but sighs and falls back asleep when you smooth a hand over her back. As quietly as you can, you get back into your clothes.

When you lean over to kiss her hair, she wakes, fingers catching in your borrowed hoodie.

“Where’re you going?” she asks, eyes still shut and her lips pulled down in a pout.

“Home,” you whisper, grabbing her hand and lacing your fingers. Wanda squeezes weakly, whines out in protest.

“Stay, baby, please,” she mumbles. Your heart somehow swoops and leaps at the same time, and you sigh softly, bringing her hand to your lips to press a gentle kiss against the back of it.

“I can’t, sweetheart. Pietro’s gonna be home tonight.”

She grumbles, tugs roughly on your hand, and you huff a laugh as you stumble forwards, just barely catching yourself before you collapse on top of her. You drop kisses over her cheek and her hair, catching her lips when she turns her face.

You pull away before she can grab at you, because you know you won’t leave if she gets you back in the bed.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Wanda,” you say softly. She hums, eyes fluttering again with the effort of opening them, but she can’t quite manage. You smile a little, gently running your fingers through her hair, and with a heavy sigh, she falls back asleep.

You practically tiptoe out of the room, closing the door as softly as possible, and as you’re making your way down the stairs you hear a loud thud from downstairs that gives you a heart attack and a half.

You half consider running back into Wanda’s room until you hear a soft, “Mudak.” Your heart calms immediately. It’s just Pietro.

Rounding the bottom of the stairs to move into the kitchen, you cautiously peer around the corner. Pietro is on the floor, picking up escaped blueberries and stuffing them back into their little container, muttering to himself in Sokovian.

“Pietro?” His head whips up, and he looks shocked for a moment before he grins. “Hey, man. You okay?”

“I—” He snorts. “I dropped the blueberries.”

You huff a laugh, stepping past the mess to grab a handful of paper towels. Pietro moves back as you crouch down, muttering a thank you as you start to clean up the mess.

“Where’s Wanda?” he asks, words slurring.

“Asleep,” you reply. He hums, fumbling for a glass of water. He’s quiet until you’re putting the used paper towels in the bin.

“I think she likes you,” he says. Your blood runs cold, and you turn to look at him, schooling your face into one of confusion opposed to fear. He grins. “Like, like-like. Hasn’t said anythin’, but… twins know stuff, y’know.”

You hum, swallowing around the lump in your throat. “Isn’t she with Jarvis?”

The reaction isn’t one you’d expected; Pietro groans loudly, clearly frustrated. “Jarvis,” he repeats. “Fuckin’ asshole. Hate that guy. You are so much cooler than Jarvis.”

You can’t help but smile, but then Pietro straightens up and when he goes to take a step, he trips over nothing. He chuckles as he catches himself on the bench. “Oops.”

“I think you should get to bed,” you say carefully.

“Too far,” he says, but he puts an arm around your shoulders when you tug him upright again, an arm around his waist. “Gonna sleep on the couch.”

“Alright, couch it is.” You help him stumble to the couch, dropping him down awkwardly with a soft groan. He groans, too, but immediately starts to settle onto his back. “You’re heavier than you look.”

He grins. “‘s all the muscle,” he slurs.

You shake your head in disbelief as you laugh. “Goodnight, Pietro.”

-

“God, it’s like, if you’re a snob, at least be aware that you’re a snob, you know? Have some dignity. Like, at least Stark knows he’s a prick. It’s part of his charm.”

You huff a laugh at Carol’s millionth complaint about Jarvis and his stupid accent, only half listening as you stare up at the ceiling, last night’s events still spinning around in your brain. The sight of Wanda flushed and wanting below you is seared into the back of your brain like a brand, her soft moans as she fell apart on your fingers bouncing around in your head on an endless loop.

But then there’s today; the way she hardly looked at you, leaning into Jarvis’ side when he wrapped an arm around her shoulders on the way to class, the smile she’d given him when he kissed her on the cheek.

“How was your night?” Carol says after a beat, turning to look at you. You shrug, fight the blush you can feel creeping up your neck. This is your least favourite part; lying to your best friend about it all. There’s another pause, and you can feel Carol’s eyes on you. “You and Wanda take advantage of the empty house?”

Your neck almost snaps, you look at her so quick. “What’s that ‘sposed to mean?”

Carol just grins, turning away. “Well, if there was any doubt before…”

“I don’t, I mean—” You huff out a flustered breath. “Carol, what—?”

“You’ve been sneakin’ around with Wanda Maximoff,” she says, matter-of-factly.

“I—” You let out a laugh, stammering. “I am - no I have not!”

Carol laughs, clearly amused by your failing attempts to cover your ass, and you can feel your face growing hot. She raises her eyebrows expectedly as you stumble over your words, and after about eleven seconds of fumbling, you just let out a heavy groan, rolling onto your stomach to bury your face against the mattress.

“Fuck,” you mutter out in defeat, and your best friend is on you in a second.

She shoves at your back as she practically squeals in joy. “Are you serious? I was only, like, 95% sure! When did it start? No, better question, how did it start? Did she, like, initiate it? There’s no way you did; you’re too much of a pussy to make the first move ever.”

“Hey!” you scoff in indignation, lifting your head and shoving Carol away. She topples off the bed, but is back in an instant, totally undeterred by the fall.

“Dude, I didn’t even know she was into girls,” she says, face flushed from excitement. “I, okay, I had my suspicions, but I never - and definitely not with you.” She ignores your offended scoff, smiling. “Tell me how it happened, please.”

“I—” You huff, hiding your face in your hands again. “She just - she came over to drop off some paprikash her mum had made, and then she kissed me and then asked me not to tell anyone but then she found me at school and said she… couldn’t stop thinking about me.” Your cheeks burn red as your best friend’s grin widens. “She asked me to kiss her and then… we were… together.”

Carol hums. “And you’ve been keeping it a secret this whole time?”

You nod, eyes on the ceiling again. “Yup. But she’s practically betrothed to Jarvis; her parents have this whole plan. So she can’t tell anyone.”

You fail to keep the bitterness out of your tone, and Carol frowns in concern.

“Are you, like, okay with that?”

The words hit you rather hard. It’s the first time anyone’s ever asked how you feel about you and Wanda’s… arrangement, so it’s sort of also the first time you’ve ever really had to think about it. No, is your first thought. And then your second, Not at all.

You swallow thickly, closing your eyes to stave off the burning of tears. “I don’t know,” you say quietly. “It was sort of fun at first, but now I just… I dunno, just wish things weren’t so…” You gesture vaguely with your hands, and Carol twists her lips. “Complicated.”

“Have you talked to her about it?”

You shrug. “No.”

“You probably should.”

“Yeah, probably.” You sigh. “I don’t - I don’t know. I don’t want to screw anything up, you know? Like, the good outweighs the bad. I like her. Really like her. I know that’s probably not good ‘cause she might be moving to England, but I just…”

Carol sighs when you trail off. “Dude, you should really talk to her.”

You sigh through your nose. “Yeah, I will,” you say absently. “Whatever. Don’t wanna think about it right now. Let’s watch a movie.”

You get up before Carol can protest, moving up the bed to settle against the headboard.

Two hours later, she’s snoring beside you. As you reach over to turn off the television so you can get some sleep yourself, your phone rings, Wanda’s contact glaring back at you. You half consider not picking up. If she asked you about it, you could always say you were asleep. You watch your phone ring, your thoughts conflicting until you grunt unhappily and reach for the device, answering the call right before the last ring.

“Hey,” you say quietly, eyes closing as drowsiness pulls at you again.

“I’m sorry about today,” is what she says in response.

It wakes you up almost immediately, and you sigh quietly as you roll onto your back, rubbing at your eyes. “It’s okay,” you say softly.

“No, it’s not.” Her voice shakes, and worry tugs on your heart. “It was - so shitty. I freaked out on you. I’m sorry.” For a few moments, there’s silence, and then Wanda sighs quietly. “I missed you, you know.”

The tightness in your chest loosens a little at the shyness in her voice. “I missed you too.”

Another beat. “Are you angry with me?”

“No,” you say gently. “No, I’m not. Just…” You rub a hand over your face, the words sitting on the tip of your tongue: You hurt my feelings. It proves impossible to get them out, so instead you settle for, “I’m not angry with you.”

She exhales again. “Are you… is your mom working tomorrow?” she asks. “Can I come over? We can have a movie day?”

Part of you wants to say no, even though your mother is working, and the realisation makes your heart hurt. You must be quiet for too long, because Wanda says your name in this little, confused voice.

“Sorry,” you murmur. “Sorry, I’m just - half asleep. Uh…” You rub at your eyes again. “Yes, mom’s working. I’ve just gotta do groceries tomorrow, but after that I’m free.”

“Okay,” she murmurs. “Text me, and I’ll come over? We can have dinner together.”

“That sounds good,” you say softly. “Night, Wanda.”

“Goodnight,” she whispers.

The line goes dead, and you take a deep breath, heart aching in your chest.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda fluff #wanda angst #wanda smut #wanda series #j is writing #mine

[oliviajdjarin]

Chapter 1: a tug

Warnings: PTSD, sadness, depression, panic attack, mentions of violence

Author’s note: this is part one of my series called “Burning Red.” This is kind of boring because it is a set up for the main storyline, but I hope you enjoy it! Any constructive criticism and support is greatly appreciated. And if I missed a warning, please let me know!!

After everything you’ve seen, everything you’ve done, everyone you’ve hurt, it felt good to just lay low.

A mechanic on tatooine was not what you imagined, but it did the trick.

No one saw you for who you truly were, and that made you happy.

Well, except for Peli.

You came to her sick and angry and alone, and she nursed you back to health. You would be rotting in the desert if it wasn’t for her, and you felt you owed her a little something.

So, you used your “uncommon” set of abilities to help her with her mechanics in any way she needed.

This included: cooking, cleaning, repairing, negotiating, and most importantly, defending.

Peli was no dummy. She knew you had more experience in that field than she did. So she recruited you, and paid you back with whatever she had laying around. A new outfit once and a while, a warm bed, a hot dinner, and a couple of credits so you could go shopping and get out of her hair.

You couldn’t blame her. You were a hell of a lot of trouble to be around.

Constant nightmares, paranoia, and regret surrounded your aura like a fog. Any normal person wouldn’t notice, but someone like Peli could. And it pissed her off a good majority of the time.

“Stop moping and help me clean this oil off my droid,” and sentences like this one, were said pretty frequently around your place.

Was it even your place? All you did was survive. Is that enough to say you lived there instead of just survived there?

You really liked Peli. She gave you a base. A “home” of sorts, and for that you were forever indebted.

But something in you always called you back to your real home, and that scared you more than Peli’s tough love. More than you could even describe.

~~*~~

It was a pretty normal day on Tatooine. The wind howled, the sand covered everything in its wake, and the heat. You would never get used to it.

You were eating your breakfast when a ship landed on the landing pad, and you could already tell it was a doosey just by the way the left engine was sputtering.

If this ship explodes, we better get a damn good pay, you think to yourself.

The ramp starts to open and you take that as your queue to start the walk to your makeshift room. It was really a storage room, but you didn’t mind.

When you get there, you squat down to the ground behind your door and grab your apron and set of tools. You knew Peli would need some help with this ship.

You hear the ship’s ramp hit he ground and you feel it.

A tug.

Not even a tug, a lurch. It felt like a rope had been tied to your soul and pulled you back into your old self.

This was a tug you hadn’t felt in so long. So long, it almost knocks you off your feet.

I closed myself off from this, you think. I shouldn’t feel this. I don’t want to feel this.

You already feel a headache coming on from the shock and ache in your bones, so you start walking back to the landing pad to tell Peli you aren’t feeling too well.

If I get recognized, we are both dead.

You’d rather get a scolding from Peli than a scolding hot gun wound in your chest.

“Hey,” you hear Peli shout at the client, and you pick up your pace. Your heart is hammering in your chest and you feel the panic ooz through your body.

It’s been so long since you’ve felt this, but you hate how it makes you feel alive.

You finally make it to Peli and you see her speaking very loudly (she doesn’t like to use the word “yelling”) at what seems to be your client.

But this is no ordinary client. This is a Mandalorian.

A very broad Mandalorian who, no offense to Peli, could knock her out in his sleep.

You had heard legends of their kind. But worst of all, you had fought them. And damn were they good.

You hadn’t seen any since the purge. You had heard rumors of them hiding under ground, but they had always been peaceful people. You hated how they got dragged into a war.

“You damage one of my droids, you’ll pay for it,” Peli says, and you really wish she would use a more peaceful tone.

The last thing you want to do right now is fight a very impressive looking Mandalorian covered entirely in beskar while your entire body is tingling.

Is he the one who is force sensitive?

“Just keep them away from my ship” he says, and you are surprised at how well he is taking Peli’s annoyance.

“Yeah? You think that’s a good idea?” Peli responds in a tone dripping with sarcasm and you take this as your moment to try to sneak away.

This however, was unsuccessful.

“Come on y/n. Let’s take a look at his ship,” she says and the Mandalorian turns his helmet towards you.

You probably look like an absolute mess. Your chest is heaving, you are sweating, and you are not at all prepared to do any sort of repairs. You are basically in your pajamas. The Mandalorian’s gaze has you nervous enough, but this familiar feeling in your stomach has you dizzy and nauseous.

Just hold on......

You start to follow Peli to the ship while still looking at the Mandalorian. You learned very early on in your life to never take your eyes off a predator. He follows your form and you try your best to mask his incredibly strong force connection gripping your chest.

This man isn’t even trying to hide it? It’s almost as if he is reaching for me?

You make it to Peli where you finally take your eyes off of him. You can see why Peli was so mad now.

“Oof! Look at that,” she says as she scans the ship with her eyes. “You’ve got a lot of cabron scoring up top. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were in a shoot out.”

Oh my God, he was in a shoot out.

This is really not good. This man could have been followed and you could be surrounded at this very moment. You were a skilled fighter, but those kinds of odds were almost unbeatable. Especially when you were still trying to hide your identity.

You are so tense you feel like you could snap. You still feel his eyes on you, and you are praying to whatever is out there that you can just stay alive. That’s the only thing you’re good at.

“Name’s Peli Motto. That’s y/n,” she says as she points to you with her wrench.

She did not just tell him your NAME.

“This is my operation. You’re not gonna find a better mechanic on the planet,” she says as she leaned in closer to the engine.

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to rotate that. You’ve got a fuel leak. Look at this, this is a mess. How did you even land?”

All you wanted to do was scream.

He is a MANDALORIAN who was just in a SHOOT OUT. He is probably being FOLLOWED and we could be dead because of ME.

“That’s gonna set you back,” she says.

She is concerned about MONEY right now?

Peli is a smart woman, but she was walking you into a trap. You didn’t want her blood on your hands. You didn’t need any more of that.

All of this is happening while you are still on the verge of a panic attack.

This Mandalorian is strong with the force. It is squeezing your lungs and your feet and your hands and your brain. All rational thinking is out the window. You had to get out of here before he manages to suffocate you.

God you hate this feeling. A few years ago you lived with this constantly. It became a part of you. Something you enjoyed. But now...

“I’ve got five hundred imperial credits,” the Mandalorian says.

Imperial credits. Great. How did he get his hands on those?

“That’s all you got? Well..” she says and looks back at you.

“What do you think,” she asks in a teasing tone.

You try to plead to her with your eyes. You are sweating beyond belief and your brain is about to explode.

She tightens her brows in confusion at your state, but continues to bargain.

“That should at least cover the hanger,” she says and you feel your jaw almost drop to the floor.

How can she not see it?

“I’ll get you your money,” the Mandalorian mumbles and you try to take a deep breath. Passing out in front of one of the fiercest warriors in the galaxy who may be here to kill you would rip off the last bit of pride you had left. If you are going down, you are going down with a fight.

“I’ve heard that before,” Peli responds and looks at you in a joking way. Like she was trying to coax you into laughing with her.

You try to chuckle back, but it just comes out in a low breath.

You sound insane.

“Just remember—,” the Mandalorian starts

“No droids. I heard ya,” Peli finishes.

“Why do you think I keep this girl around,” she says chuckling with a pat on your back.

You muster up the strength to smile and feel holes burning in your head from the Mandalorian’s gaze.

He really knows how to stare.

The Mandalorian leaves the hanger, and it takes everything in you not to pass out right there.

You thought with him leaving it would die down, but it’s only getting worse.

“Are you ok,” Peli asks and helps you lower yourself to the ground.

You are breathing frantically now and your hands are clutched to your chest.

“He has it,” you say and you know Peli knows what you mean.

She looks at you with wide eyes and you see the realization on her face.

“Oh my god.... he was in a shootout,” she says.

“Uh huh,” you breathe out. The desperate force connection is starting to fade and you feel your lungs fill up with air once more.

“He could have been followed! Or he could be here to—“

“Kill us,” you say. Peli hates when you finish her sentences, but there was no point in caring right now.

“Ok. Get inside. If I need you I will call for you,” she says and you nod, slowly getting to your feet.

You start to walk back to your room, with Peli’s arms guiding you, while taking deep breaths, but you freeze when you sense something else coming out of the ship and you snap your head to the ramp.

“What,” Peli says as she follows your gaze.

Your heart flutters. The force is slowly starting to ease its nasty grip on you.

If you didn’t sense the creature, you would miss it.

A little green baby, wrapped in what looked like a potato sack, was strolling down the ramp, looking directly at you.

“It’s him,” you say.

“He has it.”

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[soramei]

Intentional - Part 6

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: cursing, eventual smut

Word Count: 3.5k

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A/N: hehe my mistake, i forgot to queue up this update and by the time i realized it was too late so i'm posting this a day late ^^

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The man froze in his tracks after entering the room and catching you laying on the couch with Bang Chan on top, practically devouring you. He looked scarred, to be frank, as he quickly snapped back to reality and bolted out the door in less than a second. As he made his grand escape, you forcefully pushed Bang Chan off of you. He swore under his breath before tripping out the door, trying to follow the man who had just caught you.

You sat up, head in your hands. This was exactly what you were scared of. What you worried so much about a few nights back. What Bang Chan reassured you of not happening.

You feel panic set in as you thought of the worst case scenario. Yup. You were going to get fired for sure. And the news will go to the public, resulting in Bang Chan also losing his job. You would then have to move back with your parents, and everybody will have the same look of shame and pity whenever they see you.

This wasn’t good. You stood up to make your own inconspicuous escape, but it seemed like Bang Chan beat you to the door.

“That was Jisung,” Bang Chan said. He entered, making sure to lean against the door just in case anybody else wanted to intrude.

The name and the face clicked in your mind. He was part of Stray Kids as well as Bang Chan’s coworker. You recognized him more commonly as Han, as his name has come up in a lot of the work you’ve been sent.

“What did he say?” you asked skeptically. Worry was setting in.

“Don’t worry, he said he wouldn’t tell anybody. I trust him.”

How were you supposed to believe that? You’ve never even spoken to this man in your life, and now you were supposed to put the future of your career in his hands?

“But I don’t, Chan. I’ve never even met this guy in real life before. How can I trust that he won’t tell one of your other group members?” You heard your voice get louder with every word.

“I had a talk with him just now, Y/n, you can trust him. Out of everybody in this company, he’s the least likely to tell just anybody — even one of our members.” He paused, “don’t you trust me, Y/n?”

You were speechless. Your trust in him was completely different from your trust in Jisung, and you were sure he knew that. Obviously you trusted Bang Chan, but you didn’t know the extent that his group members would go to for a secret. Especially one that could have an effect on their careers as well.

“You can’t just ask me that, and you know it,” you sneered. “You know what? It’s my fault. I was too careless. I’ll leave now.”

“Wait, Y/n-”

You didn’t even let him finish before stomping out the door, making sure to check your surroundings for anybody that could catch you before heading back up to your cubicle. You felt the heat of your cheeks the whole elevator ride.

You were on edge for the rest of the day. When Manager Chen asked to see you in her office, you were so startled that you quite literally jumped from your seat. You were sure somebody had informed her of what happened, but it turned out that she just wanted to rearrange the usual Friday meeting.

Because of the filming tomorrow, the project meeting had to be arranged for next week. Which you were fine with, of course, since you did not want to face all your managers in one place after what had just happened.

Throughout the rest of the day, you started to feel more and more guilty for how you reacted at lunch. As your mind cleared, you realized how rash you were with your decision making and how you only thought about yourself. You also thought about how rude it was to talk about Jisung like that, especially in front of Bang Chan — who cared a lot about the boy.

Logging off your email for the day, the thought of Bang Chan still lingered bitterly in your mind. You wished to apologize for your harsh behaviour, so you started to make your way over to his producing room.

However, you hadn’t even made it on the elevator before you were stopped.

“Hey, uhm — you might not recognize me, but I’m the guy from earlier. Han Jisung.”

He was standing politely behind you, hands folded together behind him.

“Hello, I still remember. You know, from earlier,” you awkwardly breathed out a laugh. You didn’t know what to say or why he was here.

“Hyung told me I could find you here and that I should apologize.” He took his hands out from behind him. “He also said that this might help.”

In his hand was a bottle of mango juice. Your heart warmed at the thought of Bang Chan still caring for you, despite you being such a jerk earlier.

“Anyways,” he continued, “I’m sorry for barging in like that and leaving so suddenly. I should’ve knocked or something before coming in, but Chan-hyung is somebody I’m very close to. I would never jeopardize him in any way.”

Hearing him apologize made you realize how little thinking you had done. Jisung regularly worked with Bang Chan, so of course he would just enter the room without knocking.

“Thanks for your apology, but I should be apologizing. I was the one being reckless. You did nothing wrong, Jisung. I trust that you wouldn’t tell anybody of this.”

“Thanks,” he said as the both of you entered the elevator.

The both of you stood in silence for a bit before he started again.

“So, Chan hyung huh.” He raised his eyebrows. “You know, he’s the best looking one out of all of us… after me of course.”

“Oh my god.” You blushed, head in your hands as he kept elbowing you.

“But, Y/n.” He got all serious again. His serious-playful demeanor was giving you whiplash. “You know what you’re doing is dangerous, right? Not only for him, but also for you. I love our fans, but there are some that have taken it too far before. I just want the two of you to be safe.”

“Thanks Jisung,” you started, “for that and for keeping this secret.”

“Of course, any ‘friend’ of Hyung's is a friend of mine.” He winked, causing you to heat up from embarrassment again.

The elevator reached Jisung’s floor, and he got out.

“Oh, also, I think you should call Chan hyung. He’s been pretty down this whole afternoon, and even my natural charisma couldn’t cheer him up.”

You thanked him for the last time before the elevator doors closed, promising him that you would contact Bang Chan.

And you did — as soon as you were alone in the elevator.

One ring. Two rings. A third.

“Hello?” He sounded out of breath.

“Chan?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

Crap, he sounded annoyed.

“Uhm, can we meet up somewhere? I-I wanted to talk to you.”

There was a slight pause.

“I’m at the gym right now. We could meet at the playground by the river in an hour.”

“Ok.” You hung up after that. It was a weird phone call. From his voice alone, you could obviously tell something was bugging him. You knew you were that something.

Grabbing a quick bite at a nearby convenience store, you started your journey to the playground. It wasn’t too far of a walk, but you decided to go earlier since it was already starting to get dark.

You hoped Bang Chan wasn’t in too much of a bad mood, especially after your conversation with Jisung. Honestly, you weren’t too excited to apologize. Not because you didn’t feel bad, but because of his cold and monotone voice through the phone. You didn’t want to admit it — especially because you had just met this man a few weeks ago — but you were scared of his possible rejection. It terrified you.

Breathing into your hands for warmth, you finally saw the playground up ahead. It was near the river, but covered by trees. You now understood why Bang Chan picked this place.

It was empty, as you assumed no child would want to play tag on a cold and dark evening. You sat on a swing, mindlessly swinging up and down whilst staring at the upcoming moon. The sound of crickets chirping combined with the cool autumn breeze almost brought you to serenity, but the thought of confronting Bang Chan grounded you back to earth.

You turned your head at the sound of panting. Bang Chan had jogged here. The ends of his hair were damp with sweat, stuck to his forehead. You wanted to call him crazy, as the only thing he wore was a sleeveless tank top and a pair of shorts on a cold autumn night.

He made his way to the swings.

“Hey,” he said, hopping on to the swing beside you. He was still out of breath from jogging.

“Hey,” you paused for a few seconds to think of what to say. “I wanted to apologize for earlier. I wasn’t thinking. I know you care about your job as well, and it was selfish of me to walk out on you. I’m also sorry for talking about Jisung like that. I met him this afternoon and he seemed like a good guy. And if there’s anything else I missed, I’m sorry for that too.”

You looked up at Bang Chan with puppy eyes, hoping that he would understand. He looked back at you.

“I accept your apology, Y/n. And look, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have been so reckless, especially at the office. I knew that anybody could have walked in, and I was careless. We were lucky this time, but next time we might not be.”

“Next time?” Your eyes brightened.

“Y/n,” he got up, “I’m scared. I’m scared that I feel this way about you after only a few weeks. I’m terrified of losing my job, my coworkers, and friends. But Y/n, I just want you. I’m laying all my cards out on the table. This is how I feel, what about you?”

That was a lot to take in. Your grip tightened on the swing.

“Chan, everything you just said, I feel the same way. Everything about this scares me, but I just want you. Only you.”

You got up and wrapped your arms around him. You felt the cold sweat of his arms against your skin, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to be near him.

He wrapped his arms around you in return, digging his nose into your neck. You felt his damp hair against your skin.

“Chan, you’re all sweaty,” you teased, pushing his head away.

“I don’t care.” His words came out muffled against your neck as he dug his nose further.

“I feel like a kid being in a playground.” You scanned the empty playground, reminiscing on your childhood.

“Would a kid do this?”

Bang Chan, with his fingers on your chin, turned his head to kiss you so deep you thought you were going faint. You returned the kiss, hands gripping hard on to the sides of his tank. It seemed like the two of you were in your own little world.

“You should go. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day,” Bang Chan said after eventually breaking the kiss.

“Mhmm,” you mumbled, trying to stall for time. You knew that the both of you should get going.

Eventually, after quite a while, you left for home. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. A very cute and dimple-y weight.

That evening, you packed all your necessities for the overnight shoot tomorrow, and fell asleep with high hopes for the next day. You were excited to see all your — along with the production team’s — efforts come to fruition.

The next morning, you woke up early and energized. You double checked that everything was ready before heading out to the JYPE building.

Manager Chen had informed you of which van you would be riding in to the set. Although she wasn’t in the vehicle with you, you had the opportunity to chat amongst some other very interesting members in the production crew.

After a few hours of driving, your van — along with the others — arrived. You helped the production crew set up as much as you could, as you were told the boys already started filming their drive to the set. Whilst waiting for the boys to come, you socialized around with both the production crew and Manager Chen.

Soon, after chatting for a bit, you saw the long awaited van pull up to the set. The boys got out, one by one, each holding their own little video cameras.

Bang Chan got out last. He looked amazing, really. With his hair and makeup done and his outfit styled, he was almost like a different person. You’ve never seen him without black on, but this was a surprisingly refreshing look.

It was chaos. With every boy at their peak energy, there was never a boring moment on set. It was clear that everybody — even the quieter ones — had established nice dynamics within the group. You watched them in awe, with Manager Chen telling you the behind happenings every now and then.

You found it so hard to hold in your laughter as the boys attempted to make mooncakes. It reminded you of your childhood; when you used to do the same with your mother.

As Bang Chan read off the script which you helped with, you felt a certain sense of pride in your heart. You smiled at him as he expressed himself to the camera.

It was dinner time for the boys, so that meant dinner for you and the crew as well. You followed the production team to a noodle restaurant. It was a small and cute, grandma-grandpa owned place. The menu, however, was huge.

“Y/n, this is Manager Jung,” Manager Chen said. She directed your gaze to a guy who looked in his late twenties. You instantly recognized him as the manager that drove you home on your first day of work.

“We’ve met before,” he said.

“You have?” Manager Chen was surprised.

“We have, but it’s nice to meet you under better circumstances,” you blushed. You hoped that you didn’t leave too bad of a first impression with him.

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’ve only heard good things about you from Manager Chen,” he said. “Actually, we were just discussing the sleeping arrangements for tonight.”

“Yes, we’ve managed to book a place that has enough rooms for everybody to sleep alone. They’re not the best of rooms, but this was the best we could do with our budget,” Manager Chen said.

“Sounds good to me,” you nodded. You were fully expecting to share a room with five other women.

You had a happy evening, eating and chatting before getting back to work. You watched as the boys carried out every production order to a tee, all the while keeping up their high energy even late into the night.

You helped the production crew with setting up fireworks for their next segment. Even the act of setting up got you excited as you haven’t seen fireworks in so long. Especially in a new country.

The rest of the filming went smooth, with the end slate following the last firework of the evening. You watched as the boys all lined up in a straight line to thank the production and camera crew. Bang Chan’s eyes landed right on yours. You smiled. He smiled back.

The boys were then ushered by Manager Jung into their own hostel, and you followed the crew to your room. The room was lit by a small incandescent light bulb. It was a small room with nothing but a mat for the floor, a small blanket, and a pillow. Though, to be fair, you weren’t expecting much.

You laid out the mat and blanket, washed up, and was about to call it in when you received a text from Bang Chan.

Bang Chan: You looked cute today.

You blushed, not aware that Bang Chan had even seen you during the day. He looked so busy with filming the whole time that you hadn’t even made eye contact. You smiled and returned the text.

Y/n: You too ^^

And with that, you peacefully fell asleep.

You had a tranquil dream; with only clouds, and sunshine, and… Manager Jung?

“Y/n!” he called.

Your dream clone hopped over to him to say hello.

“Y/n!” He called again. He looked worried. “Y/n!”

You suddenly jolted awake.

“Y/n! Hurry, get out!” He was coughing, holding the hem of his shirt up to his face.

You looked at him. His silhouette was clouded by smoke. You looked up.

The light bulb hanging from was burning and emitting a smoke of some kind. You gasped in shock, instantly regretting it as you breathed in a large amount of the smoke.

Manager Jung was already running outside at this point, and you quickly ran after him. Along the way you tried to hold your breath, but with every inhale you took in, a cloud of smoke followed. You coughed and kept running.

It seemed as if you were the last person out, as everybody staying at the hostel had already evacuated. Manager Chen was standing outside, a look of worry on her face.

“Y/n, are you okay?” She ran over to you.

“Yes,” you coughed. You still felt the smoke in your throat. “What happened?”

“The light bulb in your room caught on fire,” Manager Jung intervened. “Manager Chen was still awake when she smelled the smoke, and she evacuated everybody inside. Everybody woke up except you, Y/n.”

“Is everybody else okay?” you asked. You could hear how hoarse your voice sounded.

“Everybody else is alright. For some reason, the fuse shortage was only isolated to your room,” Manager Chen replied.

It was unfortunate that, out of all the rooms, the broken light bulb was in yours. However, you were glad that everybody else was safe. You were also thankful that Manager Jung woke you up in time, leaving you with only a sore throat.

“Hyung!”

You whipped your head to the direction of the voice. Bang Chan was sprinting across the dirt path in your direction. His hair was disheveled and his t-shirt wrinkled. Behind him was Jisung, dashing over so fast that he somehow managed to match Bang Chan’s pace. Jisung threw his hand, catching the back of Bang Chan’s shirt, pulling him back. Jisung then said some incoherent words to Bang Chan, which seemed to have slowed him down. Bang Chan took a couple deep breaths before waiting for his other members and walking over to you and the crew.

“What happened? Is everybody okay?” Bang Chan asked, concerned. He glanced at you before facing Manager Jung again.

“Everybody is fine,” Manager Jung reassured him. “There was a problem with the light bulb in a crew member’s room, but everybody has evacuated now. You and the boys don’t need to worry. Just go back to your rooms as you have a long day tomorrow.”

“Whose room was it?” Bang Chan asked, ignoring everything Manager Jung had just told him.

Manager Jung hesitated before pointing at you. Upon realization, Bang Chan jerked forward, only to be stopped by Jisung again. He gave Bang Chan a look.

“I’m okay,” you coughed out. It was hard to not sound so hoarse when you had just been breathing in smoke for god knows how long.

Bang Chan gave a deadpan look to Manager Jung.

“We have extra rooms where we’re staying, maybe Y/n can stay with us?” he asked.

“That is unnecessary, I will let Y/n use my room and I will stay with you. I’m sure Y/n would be on board,” Manager Jung said. He looked over to you, and you nodded in agreement.

“I guess that would work,” Bang Chan hesitantly said, “but what if this happens again with another room?”

“I’m sure that won’t-”

“Manager Jung!” Manager Chen interrupted, waving her hands whilst running over. “A member of our production crew took a look at the fuse box connected to Y/n’s room, and it seems like somebody tampered with the wires on purpose.”

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“We’re doomed!” - Mingyu

A/N: Carats! Let me know if you want me to write more about Seventeen. They are my newest Kpop love and Mingyu is my bias so here we go!

Finally, Seventeen had some downtime and you could, at last, go on a proper date with your boyfriend. Mingyu felt bad that so far you'd just been stealing moments together when you could between his idol responsibilities, so he was determined to make this a great date for you. When he asked you what you wanted to spend the day doing you barely paused before announcing that you wanted to go to a theme park.

Mingyu was quick to agree, thinking only of your happiness. It wasn't until you got to the park and he looked up at all the rides that he thought he may have made a mistake. Seeing the excitement on your face kept him from voicing these fears.

You may not have been together for long but already he knew he wanted to stay with you for as long as possible, and in his mind that meant keeping you happy and not ruining the first real date you'd been on by announcing his fear of heights.

"I know," you told him, snapping him out of his thoughts. "We could go on that one first," you said pointing to one of the tallest rides in the park, "And then we can see everything and choose what to do next."

Mingyu simply nodded and let you drag him along. It was one of those rides that just went straight up and down, slowly taking you to the top before suddenly dropping you. Already he could feel his mouth and throat drying out. He barely spoke the whole time you were in the queue, but you figured that was normal. He was used to making time for his 12 brothers and you were so excited you hardly gave him time to talk.

It wasn't until you were halfway up the ride and trying to have a conversation with him that you realised something was wrong.

"Gyu, what do you think?" you asked when he didn't reply to your question about where you should head next.

Looking round at him past the safety bar, you couldn't help but worry. He was just staring dead ahead, eyes not really focussed on anything with his lips pressed tight in a straight line.

"Hey, Mingyu, are you ok?" you asked.

He just about managed to hum in response.

As the ride stopped at the very top, he let out a shaky breath, and gulped a few times.

Just before it dropped you heard him mutter a quiet, "We're doomed," before he closed his eyes, and you were plummeted towards the floor.

By the time you were back on solid ground, your boyfriend was looking a little worse for wear; his face had paled, and he looked like he may pass out. You got him away from the ride and sat him on the floor where he pulled his knees up and rested his forehead on them.

"What happened?" you asked him, your worry only growing.

"Um," he said in a hoarse voice, "I may have a thing about heights."

You sat beside him, placing a comforting hand on his back. "Why on earth did you agree to come to an amusement park?"

"I don't mind rides, I just..."

"Need them to be ground level?"

He looked over at you with a weak smile and you placed a soft kiss to his forehead.

"I just wanted to make sure you had a great day," he told you, pouting slightly.

"It won't be great if my date collapses. Let's get you some water and some sugar, and then we can look for some more Mingyu friendly rides."

"Thank you. I'm sorry I ruined this."

"You haven't ruined anything," you assured him. "I still get to spend the whole day with you, and now I have an excuse to hit the candy stall early!"

Mingyu let out a laugh at that, letting you know he was doing better. You jumped to your feet and offered him your hand to help him up and drag him towards sweets.

NAVIGATION  |  SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST

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[otp-holic]

Will this be the night? (ALSO IN A03)

A random piece of online advertising unleashes some movie memories of a Summer afternoon in 1932

1.5 Ks Fanfic + Pictures Inside. Part of the Never let us lose what we have gained series (AO3) Silly drabble born from my love of classic movies... that ended up not having anything to do with classic movies.

BROOKLYN'S KING'S THEATRE

Poster for Cary Grant's Retrospective. Printed paper 2025.

A poster for the upcoming month long celebration of the movies of Cary Grant to be held in Brooklyn.

Bucky is not expecting a vivid memory of the past to jump at him from a piece of online location-targeted promotion popping on his phone as he and Steve are wandering around the neighborhood on a random Friday.

But the 21st century works in mysterious ways and Google is kindly inviting him to check “Cary Grant: A Celebration”, a month-long chronological retrospective of all his movies taking place at a nearby hipster cinema starting… in half an hour.

He beams as a long string of memories of the both of them in different afternoons and movies plays in his head; how they counted the cents for the admission price, and how Bucky learned to sneak into the movie every time that did not add up to two full tickets.

“Buck, you’ve been smiling at your phone in silence for a whole minute,” Steve interrupts his daydreaming. “Should I be jealous? Worried?”

“Sorry,” he answers, still smiling about the memories. “I think I’m leaving you for Google, they see inside my one hundred years old soul; But I might give you another chance if you don’t mind a change of plans for the afternoon.”

“Lead the way, but can you give me some heads up?” Steve chuckles, more than used to Bucky’s ways.

He takes Steve’s hand to direct them towards the movie theatre and thinks about how much information he wants to share.

Although he is the one who still relies on the comfort of 30s and 40s movies whereas Steve keeps getting bolder with his options, Steve has always loved Cary Grant and Bucky thinks he’s going to appreciate his choice since this particular movie has a history (sad history, maybe) for them, so he debates on whether to tell him or not.

“We are going to the movies. But the real ones, not that shit on Netflix you keep choosing,” he settles for half-disclosure.

“Damn, mister life in black and white strikes again. Embrace the 21st century, Barnes, I think you’ll like it!”, Steve laughs.

“Hey, I embrace it more than you do! At least I look the part of a mid-thirties man from it instead of a fifty-year-old hiding in fucking khakis. Albeit a very hot one, I’ll give you that.”

They both laugh. It’s not the first time these remarks fly between them and having a routine, running jokes, and running pet peeves is very soothing after everything they have gone through.

They’re getting closer to the cinema now, and Bucky can already see the Billboard announcing the retrospective and a small queue forming upfront. He takes a side look at Steve to see if he has noticed and he can certainly tell that his curiosity has peaked.

“Surprise! Call it a win-win, it might be up my alley, but you used to love Cary Grant movies,” Bucky smiles as they reach their place in the queue and glance at the program for the afternoon.

‘This is the Night (1932)’, the poster says, ‘Cary Grant's feature film debut on the big screen’

Bucky is deep in nostalgia, remembering a summer day of 32 when they were waiting in line for the same film and how the evening turned out, but when he looks in search of his partner’s reaction, it’s not what he expected at all.

“Steve, you ok?” he asks, worried at seeing Steve frozen in place.

Steve nods. His whole face is deep red, but at least he is responsive. He looks ashamed and Bucky is shifting from worried to curious.

“Jesus, this movie,…” he chuckles now.

“You seem to remember, then. I thought you might.”

It was not a happy memory: Steve had felt really ill halfway through, looking white as a sheet of paper and about to die on Bucky. They had to leave the unfinished movie and run home, as per Steve’s request. But as far as Bucky remembers, nothing to be ashamed of.

“Why are you acting weird? Oh my god, Steven, are you allergic to this movie?”

The silence before Steve answers is a little too long and the queue moves forward.

“Shit, this is not easy to say and I’m sorry in advance.”

“Duly noted, but could you try to explain? I’m lost and I didn’t expect a full-on confession of something to be sorry about when I decided to follow Google’s intelligent advice to an unfinished movie. I just thought it was a good excuse for a change of plans. And kind of closure.”

Steve takes a breath and starts talking.

“I wasn’t honest with you, Buck. Back then…” he stops, searching for words, nervously musing on his beard. “Ah, I cannot believe this hasn’t come up at some point, but there it goes. I absolutely lied to you that day: I wasn’t sick or half dying and I am very very guilty of using my poor health to run away from that place and that movie, but I did the only thingI could think of.”

Bucky is at a loss for words, he’s still deciding if he is angry, curious, or somewhere in between.

“But… but you were feverish and white as a ghost and you said you had palpitations!”

Steve seems to think for a moment again and the bastard laughs so loud they get a curious look from the people behind. And taking advantage of the queue moving up again, he gets really really close to Bucky who honestly thinks he’s going to try to kiss himself out of the situation since it’s a bulletproof strategy.

But he doesn’t: He goes for Bucky’s ear instead, and whispers.

“I had a boner like you wouldn’t believe.”

Bucky gasps loudly totally taken aback while Steve takes a step back and looks at him in the eye more amused and hungry than ashamed, but still blushing.

“But hey, not all lies! I was somehow sick. And pale since my blood was… otherwise occupied. And I was barely 14!”

Bucky laughs at the dork. His dork. But the information is still making its way into his brain.

“Oh my God,” he exclaims as it starts to settle, “You piece of shit, you pulled the poor sick child card when you were just plain horny. I was worried to my bones as we run to your home. Shame on you Rogers!”

“Me? It was your fucking fault! Yours and Cary Grant’s and your stupid grins and stupid chins, those clefts!” he’s screaming in whispers so Steve Rogers’ teenage boner doesn’t make it to the news, but he’s talking as if he was pronouncing an important speech to the UN, “What was a 14-year-old in the fucking 30s popping one upon seeing an actor who kind of looked like a very tall version of his very male best friend to do?”

He is about to say something, but Steve literally covers his mouth with one hand giving Bucky no other option but to stick his tongue and lick the palm.

“Gross, Buck. I’m not done!”, he dries his hand on Buckys’ shirt before he goes on. “I’m not done because as I was still processing all that, you kept brushing your goddamned hand with mine when you went for popcorn! Over and over and over. It was torture. I have palpitations now just thinking about it.”

Bucky full-on laughs. One of those real ones that come more and more lately and that he honestly thought he would never get to experience again.

They have reached the box office, so he doesn’t push it further. For now.

“Two tickets for `This is the Night´, please.” Bucky smiles at the box-office guy. “He is paying, tho. I paid last time we tried to see this one and he didn’t have the decency to stay until the end.”

He actually feels like a teen as Steve takes his hand into the theatre, as he very intentionally buys popcorn to share, and as they start full-on making out on their seats during the commercials once the lights are out.

“Wanna know another secret, Buck?” Steve whispers a few minutes later, eyes on the starting movie as he brushes Bucky’s hand with intention over the popcorn bucket. His flustered face and recently kissed lips bathed by dancing lights and shadows coming from the screen. “It’s a good thing we were already together in ‘38 when “Bringing up baby” came out because I was able to plan ahead and lure you into that memorable window fuck at our old apartment before the show, or we would have totally missed one of our favorite movies, too.”

Bucky hates Steve with the force of the universe. Or maybe not, but he’s not playing clean.

“Raincheck on the movie?” he manages to whisper back as he drives Steve’s hand to his already noticeable hard-on. Two can play this game.

“Oh, poor Buck. Do you have palpitations” Steve chuckles, lips wet on Bucky’s ear and gripping harder on his bulge instead of letting go. “Was that the memory of the window fuck? Or all the making out? Tell me so I don’t do it again.”

“You are a punk, Steve Rogers,” Bucky answers before standing up to leave, closely followed by a smiling Steve.

Argh, sorry for deleting and uploading again, but i had technical issues with this.... so here it goes again. I need to free myself from this one!

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[goldensstateofgrace]

HI BESTIE! could you possibly do #8 and #21 from the angst prompts but then #2 from the “i love you” prompts to give it a happy ending. I LOVE YOU! HAPPY WRITING!!! 💗💗💗

Lies.

Requests || Masterlist || Spencer Masterlist || 

Warnings: talk of not being enough, insecurity, lying, (lmk if there is anything else)

Word count: 2760

Pairing: Spencer x fem!reader

- I hope you like this! Happy reading!! - G

Spencer’s pov. 

This feeling never goes away does it? The feeling of not being enough, and feeling insecure in everything you do? I know, I know I'm not enough for her, and that she’s just passing time before she finds something better. 

When I first met her she was walking out of my favorite coffee shop, coffee in one hand and a book in the other, one that I came to know she’s read over and over again because it’s her favorite. I accidentally bumped into her, not watching where i was going and spilled her coffee all over the front of her lilac sweater. 

I remember her gasp when the hot liquid hit the skin of her hands and the look of shock on her face when she looked up at me. I was sure she was going to curse me out and any other hurtful words she could come up with, but she didn’t.

She looked up at me, the shock gone from her soft and beautiful features as she told me she's sorry. 

She told me she’s sorry. When it was clearly my fault. I was the one who hadn’t been paying attention, but yet she’s the one saying sorry for something that was completely out of her hands. 

So once the shock had worn off and I came back to my senses, I bought her another coffee and we talked. We talked, and it felt really good to talk to someone other than the team or the victims of the cases we go on. 

I knew she was out of my league, god was she out of my league.

When she asked for my number and to get coffee again sometime, the shock came back and I didn't know what to do. Why would she want to talk to me? The nerdy FBI profiler who can’t really read social queues or make conversation without correcting someone or stating random facts. 

But I gave it to her. Why? I’m not sure, I wasn’t expecting her to call or text, I just thought she was being friendly. 

But a week later, I got a text asking to meet up for coffee as long as I promised to not spill it all over her that time. 

After that we met up for coffee often, eventually I worked up the nerve to ask her on a real date. She said yes immediately to my surprise. 

In the back of my mind, I knew I wasn't good enough for her, she needed someone that could be there for her, not me who was always away on cases or teaching. 

But now we've been together for a little over four months and I’m so happy with her, I just can’t help the lingering insecurity in the back of my mind that she’s not happy and I’m not good enough for her. 

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Y/n’s pov  

 Four months. 

You’ve been with Spencer for four months. He treats you right and is so attentive. You’ve never been happier. You never never thought getting coffee spilled on you would lead you to the happiest you've ever been. 

You never had to be worried that he would cheat or lie, he never gave you any of the red flags you used to overlook in your other relationships. He never lied to you. 

Until now. 

You understood when he called and had to cancel your date night for an emergency case, the same way you understood the three other times he had to do the same. 

You understood because people's lives depended on him and his team to catch the person responsible for causing so much chaos. They needed him more than you did in that moment. 

What you didn’t understand is why he was sitting in a bar with the whole team, laughing. You didn’t believe your eyes, he lied? Why would he lie? 

You didn’t know how to feel, you didn’t know the tears that started welling up in your eyes finally fell and he chose that moment to look your way. 

“Y/n,” he sighed, the shock clear on his face and in his wide chocolate eyes. 

Wiping your tears away, you stumble over your feet turning around and quickly making your way out of the bar and back to your apartment. 

You heard him pushing through the large group that walked in right behind you, calling your name but was too late. By the time he made it outside you had already flagged down a cab and drove off. 

Once you got home you undressed and curled up in a ball in bed. You stared at the wall for a while, your brain running over all the possibilities that could have happened. He and the team probably just wrapped up early and went out for a drink, he probably got caught up and forgot to text. 

Yeah, that’s what you told yourself. Ready to give him the benefit of the doubt and hear what he has to say. 

You didn’t realise but you fell asleep, waking up the next morning to the smell of coffee. Wait what? 

You sit up, hearing the cabinets opening and closing and the toaster popping up. Flinging your feet over the side of the bed, you stand making your way out of your bedroom and into your open kitchen/living room. 

You freeze, your eyes watching Spencer buttering the toast before he pours coffee in your favorite coffee cup. 

“What are you doing?” you mutter, voice filled with sleep. 

He stops what he’s doing, spinning around to look at you, a shy smile on his face, “I wanted to explain” he pauses, “If you’ll let me,” he says, looking down at his shoes, you can see a hint of the mix matched socks he chose for today. 

Pineapples and stars. 

You try to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. You always loved the mix matched socks he wore, ready to see what he chose for that particular day when you used to meet up for coffee. 

“You lied, is there really much to explain?” you tell him, your voice cold and almost detached. 

You aren’t one for lying, it's all your ex used to do and you’re so done with it. You’re done being pushed around and your partner picking and choosing what they get to tell you and leave you in the dark on. 

“Yes, there is. I didn’t lie, we wrapped up early and my phone was dead. I didn’t have a way to get in touch with you. Y/n I promise, I wanted to come straight to you when we landed, but the team hadn’t been out in awhile and they talked me into going for at least one drink.” he rambled all in one breath, only stopping when you sat at the counter. 

He placed toast and coffee in front of you, smiling slightly before he started again. 

“y/n please,” he started. 

You think it over, you had tried to call him and it went to his voicemail, he always answers, he has never once lied to you. Never given you a reason to think he was lying. 

Maybe you jumped to the conclusion, maybe he was telling the truth. You are so used to being hurt and lied to that that's the first thing your brain thought happened. 

You nod, “ok,” you say, your voice soft. 

“Ok?” he questioned. He rounded the counter, moving to your side, gently taking your face in his hands. 

You nod softly, “I’m sorry, I jumped to conclusions. I’m not used to people not lying, I’m sorry,” you said, your eyes filling with tears. 

“No, I’m sorry. I should have just come to you,” he said, an emotion you can’t pinpoint filling his voice. It sounded like he was guilty, but he had nothing to be guilty about. 

---- 

Things after that day got better in a way, but something felt off and you couldn’t tell what it was. 

Spencer had to cancel another date, as he had a couple other times since that day, but he always called, telling you he landed and when they wrapped the case. 

This time he didn’t, but you didn’t freak out like last time, he did leave his charger at your apartment before he left for the case. 

You were going over to his place to clean it up a bit, do some of his laundry and make some prep meals he can take to work for lunch. You knew he was always so exhausted after cases and didn’t have the energy to clean and do laundry when he got back. 

Walking up the stairs of his apartment building you hummed the tune to a song stuck in your head, as you fiddled with your keyring looking for his key. Pausing as you found it before you unlocked his door. 

You were carrying a couple shopping bags of cleaning supplies and stuff for the meal prep you planned to do. You set those down next to the door, turning on the light and letting out a small scream. 

“Spencer?” you ask, your hand over your chest like it would stop the heaving beating of your heart. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask, rounding the couch he was on, he looked tired, in his lavender colored bathrobe and staring at the wall. 

“Why do you keep lying? Is this what you’ve been doing every time you cancel on me? Just staying here?” you ask, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. 

Your mind was running a million miles a minute trying to figure out what was happening, “Spencer answer me!” you cried. 

“Yes,” he muttered, finally. He looks down at his hands, fiddling with his fingers. 

Your heart dropped, he’s been lying the whole time. He’s no different from all your other ex’s, lying, lying, and lying some more while you were oblivious.  

Your heart feels like it broke in two, you thought he was different, he was supposed to be different. 

 “You broke me! You ruined everything we had and- for what? You yelled, tears streaming down your face, “You lied! You lied again and I fell for it!” 

“Were done Spencer, I-” you sob out a cry, “I can’t be with someone who lies, I can’t do it. You knew, you knew what happened in my last relationship and you did the same. How could you!” you cry. 

The whole time he just sat there playing with his fingers, not looking at you. 

You quickly gathered your stuff, about to walk out the door before you remembered. You quickly found his key, pulling it off your keyring, “I hope you have a good life Spencer, I don’t need this anymore,” you say looking at him one last time, tossing the key on the table next to his door. 

“Y/n wa-” you hear him call, but you were already out the door. Holding back the sobs until you got to your car and you broke. Letting out all of your hurt, sobbing and crying your eyes out. You never knew you could hurt this much, you were just starting to love him. 

-----

It’s been almost three months since you broke up with Spencer, all the hurt and betrayal you felt has slowly been fading and you're getting back into your routines and getting back out there. 

You were having a night in, watching a movie and drinking a glass of wine as you waited for your popcorn to pop. 

There’s a knock on the door, you set your glass down walking to the door and opening it slightly, shocked at who you saw standing there. 

“Spencer?” you mutter, pulling the door open a little more, “what are you doing here?” 

“I- I need to talk to you, please? I know you don’t want to see or talk to me but- please?” he sounds desperate, and he’s rocking back in forth on his toes. Something he does when he’s nervous, you remember. 

You nod, moving away from the door and letting him in, “uh, do you want water or something else?” you ask, moving back into the kitchen. 

He shakes his head, “no, thank you.” 

He stands there, playing with his fingers as he looks like he’s going over something in his head. 

“Spenc-” you start but are cut off. 

“I’m sorry” he blurts out, his hands stretched out in front of him, “I'm sorry about everything, I'm sorry. I can’t tell you how sorry I am, Y/n, but please just hear me out?” he asks. 

You nod, you have nothing to lose, and you always wondered what it was that made him lie. 

“Ok, uh, can we sit?” he asks. 

“Yeah,” you nod, moving into the living room, sitting on one end of the couch as he takes the other. 

“I didn’t think I would get this far, if i’m being honest,” he smiles shyly. 

“Just start from the beginning, why did you lie?” you ask, turning to face him crossing your legs on the couch. 

“I- I was working through some stuff. I was trying to be better while my mind was telling me I wasn't enough, not for you, not for anyone. You deserved so much better than what I could ever give you, but I want to be better, I am better, because of you. I’m so sorry for treating you how I did, y/n, you didn’t deserve it.” he rambled, your mind trying to catch up with everything he just said. 

“I-” you pause, not knowing what to say. He is the right person for you, you had never been happier than you were with him.

“Were you going to break up with me?” you ask him, looking him in the eyes as you pull at your fingers. 

He shakes his head, looking away for a second before answering, “I’m not sure. I know this time apart has really helped me work through everything and made me realise how much i care and lo- like you,” he stutters, looking at you shyly. 

You smile, scooting closer to him. You grab his hand, squeezing softly, “I want you to know you could have told me what you were going through, I would have done everything in my power to show you how perfect you are, in general and for me.” you smile, looking at him softly. 

“I want you to know how sorry I am too. I shouldn’t have just walked out that day, I should have stayed and listened when you called after me. Spence, I am so sorry, I am. You’re the only thing that matters, to me, to my heart.” your eyes well up with tears as you smile at him. 

“I’m sorry,” you shrug, laughing lightly wiping away your tears before his hand comes up and his thumb wipes away a lone tear. 

“Y/n, I love you. God, that feels good to say,” he chuckles, wiping away another tear. His hands cupping your face, he leans his forehead on yours, breath fanning your lips. “I love you, and I don’t care if it’s too early to say that, I fell for you the moment I saw you.” he breathes out, his smile contagious. 

You can’t help the wide smile that breaks out on your face, you breathe out a laugh pulling back to look him in the eyes, “I love you, Spencer Reid. So. Fucking. Much.” you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him to you and kissing him hard. 

The kiss was full of love and unspoken words that only he could understand. 

“Y/n, will you take me back? I promise to do everything in my power to not let you down again.” he asks, shy and nervous. He pulls back, looking at you waiting for you to give him and answer. 

“Yes, I love you, Spence, so much. I promise to do everything in my power to not let you down and to hear what you have to say. Please come to me when your head gets too much, I’ll be here to reassure you how much I love you.” you tell him, smiling wide, happier than you have been in months. 

He goes in for a lingering kiss, only withdrawing to catch his breath, “I love you, y/n. A whole fucking lot.”

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