#smart move it lives within team .. smart move

[dn-nm]

bro I actually feel embarrassed

#it lives within #abel flint #it lives #I DIDNT KNOW THIS WAS A THING MAN FUCK I WAS JUS GOIN FOR IT #smart move it lives within team .. smart move #ignore my computer pictures 💀💀

[lizzyk137]

Picture Perfect- A Sepencer Reid Fanfic (Spencer Reid X Reader)

Summary: After months of not hearing from Spencer you move on, breaking both of your hearts. What he wasn't expecting was a frantic call from you one night. Warnings: Fluff, slight panic.

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"Spence, please tell me you're going home after this." JJ said, eyes squinted as she watched him fiddle with stuff on his desk.

He cleared his throat and nodded before answering. "I will. I just want to make sure everything is ready for when I come back into work tomorrow."

"Are you thinking it's going to be a long night?" Morgan interjected jokingly.

Spencer just rolled his eyes and went back to making sure everything was in its proper spot.

Rossi came down the stairs and headed towards the small gathering that as forming around Spencer. His brows raised at Spencer dawdling. "Still avoiding things?"

"No, I'm just straightening up before leaving for the day."

"Reid, we're profilers, we know you're avoiding going home." Rossi smirked. "Go home, she's waiting for you."

"Fine, I will." Spencer collected his belongings and headed to the elevators knowing his team was watching him go. He headed towards the bus stop after being cleared to leave, his thoughts going a mile a minute.

He had been away for seven months working at the Las Vegas's FBU headquarters, helping train and work on cases. It at first started off as a case the whole team was invited in but as time went on trying to catch a team of killers, Spencer enjoyed being near his mom and decided to take on mentoring for a few months. He thought it was a smart move, but he never took into account of one thing. You.

He left one day then never came back. That was how you saw it. He didn't answer his phone for three weeks, his head focused solely on catching the monsters behind all the killings. All you had gotten back as a reply from the many calls and texts was a few sentences telling you that he would be staying there for a few months and that he was okay. At first you were okay with the decision, knowing what he was doing was for the good of the city and that what he was teaching was saving lives. But the texts and calls started to slow down and eventually you would count yourself lucky if he answered you back a week later.

Spencer was so busy helping on cases that he would forget to text you back, but he thought you understood. It wasn't until he came home to find the shared apartment empty of your belongings. At first, he was frantic, searching for you everywhere, but that turned to desperation and then quickly turned to a broken heart. You wouldn't reply back to any of his calls or texts, and he tried to get Penelope to find you, which he gave him a hard no a stern glare before turning back to her computers.

He didn't understand what he did wrong until the team pulled him to the side and explained it.

You were hurt by him. The replies became nonexistent, and you gave up trying to make things work.

He was a fool. A stupid fool.

He was almost home when his phone rang from an unknown caller. He ignored it and continued walking from the bus stop to his apartment when the phone rang again from the same number. Sighing, he answered and put it to his ear. "Hello?" The voice that answered made his feet stop.

"Spence?" You called out after a few moments of silence, your voice breathy.

He cleared his throat. "Y/N?"

"Spence... I need help... Please come..." He heard a loud crash, his heart stopping.

"Y/N, where are you? I'm on the way." His feet had already started racing to his parked car.

You gasped out the address, as he started the car racing to you. He made it to the apartment within a few minutes, drawing his gun as he made it up the stairs to the apartment. He heard another crash from inside, and before he could think, his foot was kicking in the door, and he was clearing the room. He saw you on the floor, your back to him as he heard you cry out in pain.

He was by your side in a second as he turned you slowly over, your large belly coming into frame. His eyes went wide as you looked at him, tears in your eyes as you clutched his arm.

"What's going on?" His eyes searching your face for answers.

"Hospital. I need go." You said through gritted teeth as your grip tightened on his arms.

Spencer quickly shook his head, and then cleared his throat. He helped you up onto your feet, grabbing the purse and diaper bag by the door that you directed him to get. He quickly locked up to find you trying to make your way down the stairs, if he wasn't in such a shock, he would laugh at you as you waddled around.

You grabbed the railing and cried out. He was by your side in a second, picking you up bridal style and carrying you out the door.

"Any news?" Hotch asked, as he sat down next to Spencer in the hospital's waiting room.

"No, they're running some tests, so I stepped out." Spencer was crouched down, his elbows on his knees his eyes focused on his clasped hands and the ground.

He had been struggling the past three hours to come up with answers that were already answered. The baby was his and you tried so hard to tell him but when he stopped replying you left to start the next step in your life alone.

Everyone knew but him. They had visited you daily to make sure you were okay, and they became your family, the only thing that was missing was Spencer. You knew you needed him; you were still in love with him, but he hurt you and you needed more than just an apology.

"Has it happened?!" He heard Penelope's voice scream as he looked up to see a giant pile of balloons headed his way.

"Not yet they're running some tests."

"Oh good! I can't miss out on our baby's arrival."

Another hour went by, and Reid was called to go into one of the hospital rooms. He lingered by the door for a second before pushing the door in to find you lying in bed, a beautiful sweaty mess as you reached out to him. His hand quickly found yours and he brought it to his lips. "How are you feeling?

"I'm feeling better after taking the epidural." A minute went by before you continued, your voice a whisper. "I'm still mad at you. You left for so long and no word. But I can't do this without you."

Spencer brought your hand to his cheek. "I know baby. I'm never leaving you again. I've been a wreck without you. You and our baby are my first priority."

You just nodded. "We have a lot to discuss later but I'm getting sleepy."

"Get some rest, my love."

Seven hours and two broken fingers later, Spencer was watching his daughter and son swaddled as they slept, their hands holding each other's.

"They're perfect." JJ cooed.

Rossi wiped a small tear from his eye, as he gave a big pat on Spencer's back. The team had been watching the babies for about an hour as you slept.

"You're going to be a good father." Hotch smiled at Spencer before lightly touching Spencer's son's hand.

"I hope so." He looked at his kids, his daughter yawning slightly, tears filling his eyes as he realized how lucky he was. He never thought he would have kids, he thought he would never see you again, never thought you would allow him back into your life. He knew things were probably going to be rocky, a lot of conversations were going to be needed, but you had said you wanted him in your life along with being with his children.

"Spencer?" Your voice called out and him and the team looked up to see you with a big smile, your phone pointed at them as you took a photo of them. "Picture perfect."

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[wndaswife]

a change in you | wanda maximoff & gn!reader

A strong friendship had developed between you and Wanda after she moved to the compound, but ever since you'd gotten a girlfriend, she grew distant and abrasive without explanation.

Word count: 5228

Tags: smut, angst, jealousy, fluff, fingering, this was written in september and i needed to get it out of drafts, so there will be stylistic differences, sub!wanda maximoff, dom!reader. MINORS DNI.

gif credit to creator.

“What do you like about sitcoms?” you asked Wanda, looking over to her as you lifted a handful of popcorn to your mouth. She was leaning against you, your head resting atop hers as her eyes were focused on the black-and-white scene in front of her. Your cheek was pressed against the top of Wanda’s head, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo. 

Wanda shrugged, reaching up to take a few pieces of popcorn from your hand instead of the large bowl laying in her lap. “I’ve always liked them,” she answered. You loved hearing about Wanda’s childhood, the life she held so dearly to her heart. 

Beyond the Strucker experiments, beyond HYDRA and Ultron, beyond being an Avenger, Wanda Maximoff had an innate devotion to love and be loved in return. Everyone she had ever loved and lost were held deep within her. Wanda was driven by those lucky enough to be loved by her, driven to appease, to create a universe within your busy lives for the two of you. The reason she fought, dreamt, and lived was for the profound depths that laid beyond the guises of being a fighter, formed with the intention of filling it with a life surrounded by family.

Watching sitcoms became a tradition for the two of you at the end of the week, cuddled up under mounds of thick blankets and snacks that you introduced Wanda to. Tonight, it was something simple- Maltesers and popcorn.

“As a child, my family would drop everything to watch sitcoms together. My father worked all day. My mother homeschooled Pietro and I,” Wanda recalled. “We were poor. My parents tried their best to make a life for us. When we sat together in front of the television at the end of the day, it was one of the only times I felt like we were a normal family. Like a better future was plausible.”

She lifted her head from your shoulder and looked up at you. With a smile that never ceased to make your heart swell, she said, “And now, it’s a tradition for us.”

That was a month ago, and the last time you and Wanda spent time together.

Wanda left the communal kitchen and lounge area whenever you entered the room. She never answered when you knocked on her bedroom door. During meetings and conferences, she would choose not to sit by you, and if she had no choice but to take the seat beside you, she wouldn’t utter a word to you nor even meet your eyes. Sometimes she’d even choose to stand for the meetings entirety.

You’d gotten Natasha to speak with Wanda for you, and that seemed innocent enough until she brought you up.

Maybe someone detached from the Avenger life would be more effective in getting information from Wanda. You asked Marie to speak to her for you.

Marie was your girlfriend who you’d only just started seeing. She was funny and big-hearted, and insanely smart. You had met her on a mission while she was interning for the Avengers’ lead nursing team. Despite everything, Wanda hated her, and that wasn’t an exaggeration.

You’d heard from some of the others that she’d been talking badly about her ever since the day you got Marie to approach Wanda while she was making lunch for herself. The things you’d heard that Wanda said about her was entirely uncharacteristic of her. She was never like this before.

She’d done a complete one-eighty — one day she had been cuddling up to you on a Friday night like you’d always done with her, then avoiding you all at once and telling your mutual friends that Marie was a gold-digging whore who only wanted you for your title as an Avenger.

Wanda’s validation of your relationship was evidently important to you, yet you didn’t question why it was for a moment through the weeks you craved her approval of Marie. What lay in deep slumber like a sleeping dragon within you beyond layers of confusion and frustration was something you would’ve classified as heartbreak if you had paid any mind to it. You found it was easier on you to be shrouded in infuriated shadows rather than to feel the pain of having Wanda turn on you the way she had, like the flick of a switch as if you had meant nothing to her.

Months of movie nights and conversations and hours spent comforting her and making her laugh- was it no more than a fleeting memory? Had Wanda always intended it to be this way? 

Sightings of the Sokovian became scarce. She had taken up a significant amount of missions despite Steve’s advising against it as she volunteered to be dispatched for the smallest of expeditions. Even the Avengers had their working hours, and ever since she’d met Marie, Wanda had been working overtime. When she wasn’t on missions, she was out.

Always out.

Even while Wanda hadn’t been seen by you in days, Marie refused to come around the compound anymore. She was a particularly conflict-avoidant woman, and once she got word of what Wanda had been saying about her, Marie told you that she refused to intrude into Wanda’s territory any longer. The distance was putting a strain on your relationship with her.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen Marie since Wanda’s criticisms of your girlfriend reached you, because you had. You often met with her outside the compound in the city, or her apartment in Queens. But it wasn’t enough to patch whatever rifts had formed between the two of you. Perhaps it was also the tension Wanda had put on your relationship; the strange wire you were walking on while both evading confronting Wanda and wanting to defend your girlfriend.

Wanda was your best friend, and she still was, wasn’t she? If there was a chance to talk about what she had said about Marie as friends rather than people deluded by misinterpretation and blind anger, then you would take it. You just had to wait for the chance to come.

But as time went on, waiting for Wanda to apologise and anticipating to see her in the hallways one day, your relationship with Marie only continued to slowly fracture, from her cancelling plans to ignoring your calls entirely. Not only was time for Wanda running out, but you had quickly grown tired of waiting for her as it became clear that she wasn’t going to approach you or take her words back.

You weren’t sure why Wanda had stopped talking to you, why she had suddenly belittled your partner, or why she had completely flipped a switch on you, but you had no more patience in waiting for answers. You needed one, at least. If Wanda could tell you why she had given up on her friendship with you, things would be easier. If she refused to befriend you, even without rationalisation, you would build up from there. An answer — that was all you needed.

There were no missions today, no excursions, no errands that needed to be done that Wanda could take up as an excuse for avoiding you. When you asked her room neighbour, Vision told you she had left early in that morning and was yet to return. You had even asked him if he knew what was wrong with her, and he simply told you that she was concerned for you. Within his ever wise and omniscient advice, he told you that you should’ve considered how distressed she was, how heavy conflict could be for particularly-affected individuals.

Bullshit.

Wanda wasn’t ‘distressed.’ She was being a bitch, and you had enough of waiting for her to take responsibility for what she's done and be a good person, to apologise for what she said. Because she wouldn’t on her own.

You pushed open the doors of the compound’s training room. Clashing metal echoed through the illustrious room, filled with ever-updating technology and machines set up solely for training and practice. The newest addition to the gymnasium was the holopad. It was a four-dimensional holographic platform for hand-to-hand combat training. 

You rounded the training room’s equipment to see the holopad being used, a figure of flashing red and ivory white reducing Ultron bots to holographic pixels. His familiar robotic voice spoke gibberish as they approached Wanda from all angles. 

She was quicker than she had been during the battle in Sokovia. Her senses were peaked, her fingers flexing and her arms outstretched to take the approaching holograms by their heads, detaching them from their necks. Pixelated metal torsos were ripped from their bodies, robotic cries of defeat echoed against the otherwise empty room as their bodies dissipated and formed new training targets. 

One of the program’s more impressive feats was that the user could program for the machine to conjure any adversary. Sometimes, for Tony, it was Steve. For Wanda, Ultron. But today, you expected for the pixelated opponents to be of Marie’s face. 

You approached the holopad, standing at the base of its staircase before calling Wanda’s name out. 

The sudden noise made her flinch, breaking her focus and allowing the Ultron bots to reach her. Their holographic arms permeated her body, causing a myriad of colours to reflect against her before the holopad flashed red and reset to its blank state.

She looked down at you, panting as she steadied her breath. Wanda pushed her hair back and looked down to her hands to take her gloves off, sensory coverings that helped the pad tell where her hands were and the magic she was using as she fought. Wanda stepped down from the platform, velcro sounding loudly as she slipped the black gloves off and laid them on the control tablet’s stand. 

“What do you want?” she asked in vexation, placing her hands on her hips and staring straight at you. She was wearing black leggings and a grey tank, strands of dark hair slick against her forehead. 

“What the fuck is the matter with you?“ you snapped, taking a step towards her, demanding an answer even through the way you approached her.

Wanda feigned ignorance, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She turned to pick her water bottle up from the floor, but you took hold of her wrist, forcing her to straighten and face you again. 

“You called my girlfriend a gold-digging whore,” you reminded her with a scowl. Wanda forced her wrist out of your hold at the mention of Marie. 

“And?” she retorted, her head tipping to the side, daring you to argue with her. 

You scoffed, and Wanda bristled, almost disappointed you weren’t more angry. “And?” you repeated incredulously. Wanda’s eyebrows raised expectantly. “We didn’t do anything to you.”

Stiff lines formed on either side of Wanda’s jaw as she clenched her teeth, her eyes widening in apparent fury. She shouted as if the basic foundations of a relationship were unheard of by her, “We? Is that what you and Marie are now? You care about what she thinks?”

You shrugged with your palms upturned, your expression frozen in disbelief. “I don’t know, Wanda. Did you think things would be the same after we started dating?”

The muscles in Wanda’s neck flexed, her nostrils flaring as she exhaled heavily, her body trembling with restrained anger. She turned suddenly, picking up her waterbottle and speeding past you in a furious delirium.

You followed after her, picking up speed as Wanda did as she tried to flee from your vicinity. “We’re not doing this again! We’re not just going to stop talking for weeks, just for me to have to chase after you like this!” you called from behind her.

“Chasing after me? You’re such a mess,” Wanda scoffed as she pushed the gym’s doors open, not bothering to hold it open for you. It nearly crashed into your face and you stuck your hands out to catch it, pushing it forward and slamming it against the adjacent wall as you glowered at Wanda from behind. You followed Wanda into the hallway leading into the changing rooms and showers.

Your hand made contact with her shoulder and you pulled her back, spinning her around and causing her to stumble until she steadied herself to face you. The tears forming in your eyes made Wanda’s angry veil crack momentarily. “Why are you acting like this?” you asked her, your voice breaking. Having been masked with Marie’s company and utter confusion for the last month, the sorrow of losing Wanda from your life took seeing her in person to set in.

Wanda’s eyes flickered between both of yours. Her expression softened but her resolve did not. “I don’t understand why you care about me so much, Y/N. You have… Marie,” she whispered out, trying to meet your eyes through your glassy tears. The very act of saying your girlfriend’s name was an obvious struggle for her.

You wiped your eyes with the back of your wrists and laughed humorlessly. “Wanda…” you mumbled out. Your hands dropped to your sides and you met her eyes, the most sincere the two of you have been in weeks. “It doesn’t matter who else I have in my life. It never would’ve mattered. You’re you. Marie is Marie.”

She shook her head, her eyes not leaving yours for a moment. “What are you trying to say?” she asked you cluelessly.

“I mean that I missed you, and all you were doing was avoiding me no matter how hard I tried to get your attention. Do you regret getting close to me?”

Wanda inhaled shakily, her shoulders raising. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a hug and closing her eyes. “I missed you too,” she said into your hair, squeezing you tighter. “Y/N, you don’t understand.”

Anger scorched up your throat and you pushed Wanda away, causing her to stumble backwards. “What don’t I understand, Wanda? You can’t just keep doing this to me.”

“No, Y/N, I—“

“I don’t want to hear anymore bullshit.”

“It’s not! Stop interrupting me and listen.”

You pushed past her anyways, your eyes brimming with tears as your vision became clouded. To have Wanda see you like this, someone who was perfectly fine with pretending you didn’t exist for a month, was certain death.

Four words suddenly blurted out from behind you, attaching chains to your ankles and stopping you where you stood. 

“Y/N, I love you.”

Your chin met your shoulder as you looked back at Wanda. Her shoulders were raised, her posture tense as her fists clenched. 

“I love you,” she repeated, and you saw her shoulder raise when she inhaled sharply.

You turned around completely, your body facing hers. “I heard you,” you answered. Wanda might’ve fled the room in tears had it not been for the confused furrow of your eyebrows and the trembling of your bottom lip. 

“I wished—” Wanda’s mouth shut and she swallowed before correcting herself, “I wish you had never met Marie. I wish you had never started dating her.” The confession spilled from beyond her lips as if it was hastily scripted, her words’ intentions clear but her execution painfully poor.

“You really don’t like her…?” you questioned meekly.

An exasperated sigh escaped from Wanda, her entire body deflating as you continued to misunderstand her. “I don’t like her,” she said. “She’s not good enough for you. Not funny or that smart.”

Your hand raised to your forehead and you massage your temple with your thumb. Your arm fell to your side and you looked straight ahead at Wanda with helpless eyes.

She was taking steps towards you without warning after dropping her waterbottle to the floor, not giving you a moment to even stumble backwards before one of Wanda’s hands wrapped around the back of your neck, her other coming up to cup your cheek. She pulled you against her, crushing your lips against hers bruisingly. You watched her eyes screw together tightly before your own eyes fluttered shut.

Your hands found her hips and you pulled her against you.

Desperate groans and greedy moans were exchanged into your mouths between warm pants. Without conscious volition, your hands began to roam Wanda’s body, taking your best friend in ways you had never before as your hands ran up her back, gripping her sides with possession that made Wanda melt.

You disconnected from Wanda’s swollen lips and leaned down to bury your face into the crook of her neck, her soft hair shrouding your face as you peppered wet kisses up the side of her neck. You could feel the vibrations of her moans against your lips.

“Y/N,” Wanda whimpered your name out. Your tongue ran flush up Wanda’s neck, making her shiver and stumble in your hold before your lips reached her jaw and you sucked at her skin. You found yourself walking forward, leaving Wanda to stagger backwards in attempts to catch up with you and avoid tripping. She was led backwards until her back was pressed against something firm, and she was trapped firmly between you and the wall.

You raised your head and looked at Wanda, a small smile pulling at your lips at the sight of her dishevelled hair and flushed cheeks. “I love you too, Wanda,” you finally told her, your forehead pressed against hers as she looked at you.

Wanda was an enigma. Truly. Her eyes began to well in warm tears and her head hung as she cried into your chest. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” she sobbed. “I missed you so much. It was so painful to… But I didn’t know what else to do.” Your hands raised from her waist and you wrapped your arms around Wanda’s trembling shoulders, hushing her softly as she continued to cry. “I couldn’t stand seeing you with her, to know that I could never be what she is to you.”

Pulling away from her enough to cup her cheek and tilt her head up, you kissed Wanda’s tear-stained cheeks. “You are everything to me. With someone else or not, I love you, Wanda. I always will,” you said, your thumb stroking her cheekbone gently. “I shouldn’t have let you feel that way.”

“Don’t,” she argued. Wanda buried her face into the crook of your neck and closed her eyes. Her arms were wrapped around your waist and you wondered if she’d ever let go. You imagined that having Wanda hanging onto your waist until the end of time wouldn’t be such a bad thing. “I don’t want to think about that anymore,” Wanda muttered. She whispered, “Just be with me.”

“Always,” you replied. Your hand cradled the back of Wanda’s head, your other arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulling her into a tight hug. 

After a few silent moments of being embraced by one another, Wanda pulled away from you, slipping out from between you and the wall with a small sniffle. Her arm that was wrapped around your waist fell to her side before she took your hand in hers. With a smile that made your heart swell, as it had hundreds of times before like it would in your future, Wanda led you forward. She pushed open the door to the shower room and the two of you walked in, passing Wanda’s locker and handfuls of others while you followed behind her and watched the swaying of her long dark hair.

Once arriving at one of the showers, Wanda pushed the shower curtain open and turned the shower’s hot water on. While steam began clouding around the two of you, Wanda let go of your hand and undressed. Eye contact was only broken with you when she pulled her shirt over her head. Her ivory skin glistened with a thin layer of shower steam and she stepped towards you when she was simply in her bra and underwear.

Your hands rounded her body as you undid her bra while Wanda tugged at your pants’ waistband before it fell to the ground. Her bra slipped from her shoulders and it dropped on top of your pants. You wrapped an arm around her hips and leaned down to press a kiss to the valley of her breasts. Wanda looked down at you with a soft smile while she played with your hair. 

Slow fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and you pulled them down. Wanda stepped out of the garment once it fell to the shower room’s floor. 

Wanda undressed you next, her hands running up the soft plains of your body. Green eyes flickered over every inch of your bareness in attempts to saturate you into her memory forever. Her palms ran up your chest and she placed her hands on your shoulders. Wanda pulled the shower curtain back again and she led you in. 

Your fingers traced the stretch marks on Wanda’s hips as she walked backwards into the shower. The two of you were soon shrouded in its steam. “You’re so beautiful, Wanda,” you whispered, soaking in her bare body as a flower to the sun at the break of dawn. Her cheeks flushed pink and you kissed her when she tried to look away.

Neither of you bothered to close the shower curtain and you pushed Wanda into the shower wall carefully. Your hand found its way between her thighs and she let out a shaky breath against your lips. Both of your bodies became wet with hot water, but it was you who was responsible for the sticky slick that coated Wanda’s inner thighs. 

Your fingers delved into Wanda’s folds while your thumb drew lazy shapes against her clit. Wanda’s head was lolled back against the wall, moaning out in pleasure. Her arms were wrapped around your neck, pulling you ever closer as if frightened that you might leave without warning. Your other hand groped Wanda’s breast, your palm running smoothly against her hardened nipple. 

“Y/N, please,” Wanda pleaded, her eyes opening to meet yours, her emerald gaze seeping with desperation. Her hips jerked down against your fingers. Pride swelled in your chest as you watched her writhe for you, a sight reserved only for you. “I want to feel you,” she whispered against your lips. “I want to be yours.”

Moving forward to kiss Wanda’s cheek, you laid your forehead against hers as your slick fingers centred against her opening. You felt her thighs trembling against your own and pushed her further against the shower wall, holding her up. Smooth fingers delved past her opening and Wanda clenched her jaw, a restrained groan leaving her. With a fluttering heart, you watched as her eyes screwed shut, her mouth falling open to moan her hot breath against your chin.

Your lips captured hers, though it was short-lived as your fingers pushed through her velvety walls and Wanda panted out hasty exhales. Once before, you had discussed sex with Wanda. She wasn’t a virgin, although her first time consisted of a myriad of lazy kisses and disinterested fucking. From what you knew, Wanda hadn’t been seeing anyone, and although you had recently spent a month without speaking, the way she clenched around your digits and exhaled trembling breaths implied she hadn’t been touched like this in quite a while.

At the realisation, you ducked your head down and pressed openmouthed kisses to her neck, her wet hair sticking to every plain of skin it could find. Wanda's head was thrown back, her body arching into yours as her hips lowered in jerky motions. She craved more yet knew so little in what the tightening in her lower stomach meant with you. But you were receptive.

Fingers quickened and the Sokovian’s moans turned into what could only be described as squeals. She tried pulling back, pressing her ass against the wall at the sudden unfamiliar intrusion into her pussy, but your wrist surged forward, refusing to part from Wanda’s cunt. The heel of your hand met her clit and you flattened it against her sensitive nub.

Wanda whimpered in response, her entire body melting in your hold despite the juxtaposing quivering of her walls.

Leaving cold trails of saliva in your wake, your kisses reached the valley of her breasts and you let go of one to cup her cheek. At the feeling of your warm hand caressing her, Wanda’s eyes fluttered open. Her head tipped down and she met your eyes, audacious and unequivocal as you looked up at her from between her breasts.

With your hand still on her cheek, you made her look down at you when your lips wrapped around a rosy erect nipple. Shaky lips formed into a smile as Wanda watched the way you loved her. 

“Y/N,” Wanda whimpered meekly, “that feels so good.” Amongst the pleasurable writhing deep within her lower stomach as your fingers continued to fuck her pussy was the intertwining of something warm that only grew the longer she watched you suckle at her breast gently. “You make me feel…”

Your lips found her other nipple and Wanda struggled to maintain eye contact with you. You allowed her to loll her head back against the shower wall in mindless pleasure.

“... So good,” Wanda uttered, her words mumbled out from her mouth weakly. The shower fogged up with hot steam as hot water continued to stream down on the two of you, which was a partial reason as to why the rising and falling of Wanda’s chest was perpetually quickening. You hummed in response, the soft exhaling from your nose teasing at her nipple.

The sound of your thrusting fingers found an accelerating tempo while Wanda’s cunt squelched with the repetitive penetration of her tight hole. The soft hiss of the running hot shower behind you turned into a muddled hum as your senses were filled with nothing but Wanda’s moans, the feeling of her cunt wrapped around your fingers, the feeling of her soft creamy skin running under your hands.

A teasing tug of Wanda’s nipple from between your teeth made her yelp, and despite the reaction, she pulled you closer. You raised yourself up to her face again and began rubbing the heel of your hand against her clit side to side.

“You gonna come soon, Wands?” you asked her, a teasing smirk on your lips.

Through her weak haze, Wanda grinned in return at the use of the nickname. It’d been so long since she’d heard it last. She pulled herself against you, her head resting on your shoulder. “Gonna come,” she confirmed, hugging her arms around your neck tightly. “I love being with you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

Your arm raised to wrap around her waist, your hand pressing flush against her back and pulling her closer. You kissed Wanda’s temple and felt her smile against your neck. “I love you too, Wanda. So much,” you uttered against her wet skin. “Come for me, my angel.”

Despite the curling of your fingers deep within her pussy, it was your use of the pet name that brought Wanda to her high. She buried her face further into your neck when she came, but you raised your head, pulling back slightly to watch her screwed-shut eyes and parted lips. Her knees buckled and she fell forward against you, but you held her up. The raspy cries that left her from beyond her soft lips were comparable to siren’s calls, tempting and every moment alluring.

You had never seen her this way before, and no one else but you ever would. Wanda was every inch yours as you’d be for her from then on, belonging to her, your best friend and the only woman you’d ever love.

Wanda’s arms were limp around your neck as her orgasm washed over her in its final moments. Her arms slipped from your shoulders and dropped to your hips instead, holding you albeit weakly. Her thighs trembled as she held herself up, her hips buckling against yours. She panted against your neck, her warm breath travelling down your chest and hardening your nipples.

With a proud smile, you slipped your fingers out of Wanda’s cunt and she whimpered, hips jerking down at the empty feeling. After running the tips of your fingers through her folds, you slipped your hand out from between Wanda’s thighs. Hooded green eyes looked up at you as you slid your coated fingers past your lips, cheeks hollowing in as you savoured her tangy sweet flavour. Wanda flushed at the sight and you took your fingers out of your mouth to lean down and kiss her.

No resistance was present when you pushed your tongue past Wanda’s lips, spreading the flavour of her pussy through her mouth. When you parted from her lips to press a kiss to her forehead, Wanda mumbled out, “I love you.” The words gave her an instant high, having been burying it deep within her ever since she’d known you, the closest she’d ever gotten to bringing it to the surface being in platonic humorous confessions of love between friends. But now it was different. Wanda could love you without hesitation.

Your hand came to the back of her head, stroking her hair as you whispered sweet promises against her warm skin.

If given enough time, Wanda would’ve been able to fall asleep standing up as you held her, hot water encapsulating both your bodies. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Wanda,” you told her and she smiled up at you sleepily. 

For the next little while, you washed Wanda’s hair, scratching at her scalp gently as she leaned back into you. You pulled her backwards to run her shampooed hair under the shower, your fingers raking through her long hair as you washed it through. You pressed kisses to Wanda’s body at every given chance, on her shoulders, her neck, her ears, her shoulder blades.

It was true that things were different, and after that day, it always would be. But there was something so special about loving silence that both you and Wanda shared, and irregardless of the changes that would come about, your hearts would continue to swell larger than any spiel of words could at the stillness your shared love brought.

You’d never love each other from a distance again, no word gone unexchanged, no moment of time spent hiding the way every instinct screamed out with a fervent desire to reach out to one another, yearning for the embrace of the other. 

You could embrace Wanda in a way you’d never been able to before, or rather because you hadn’t ever known what your feelings for her meant —the tightening in your chest when she had avoided you, the fluttering of your heart when she took your hand. 

Throughout the years that would pass spent with her, one thing would always remain true; Wanda and you have always loved each other, in the longing stares and the hidden blushes, in the stabilising of your quickening heart when you took Wanda into your chest and listened to her steady breaths.

When you’d rinsed Wanda’s body of soap and her hair of shampoo, she turned to pull you close and looked up at you. “I’ll be yours forever, won’t I, Y/N?” she asked.

Without even a moment’s worth of thinking it over, you answered, “Always.”

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[mechaknight-98]

Caiju Clean-Up Crew (NSFW) Ft: Momo

When you first came to Earth you were surprised at how kind the Earthlings were, despite being in a constant war with the kaiju. It was endearing, to say the least, but that was two, or three no 5 years ago. Now you were fully integrated and couldn't leave all that cleanly, so you got a job at the Kaiju defense force clean-up team and lived with your friend Momo Hirai, a highly loved and popular anti-Kaiju fighter.

While at work a new employee approached you asking to go to lunch with you. You tell the lady politely that you already have plans to have lunch with your roommate and she sighs before leaving you alone. You finish cleaning up the pieces of Kero Kero, and check your watch,

“Okay, lunchtime,” you say. You wave your friends off and jaunt over to the office. Mono is waiting for you outside in her civilian clothes and mask. So she wouldn't be mobbed by adoring fans

“Ready?” she asked. You nod as you follow her.

The both of you go to the garden of the Anti-Kaiju Defense Force Headquarters. You open the lunch boxes you packed for the both of you. Momo smiled as you handed her food.

“You know what I love most about your cooking Dai-san?” Momo asks you

“The fact that I don't have to make it,” Momo said before taking out her chopsticks and digging in.

“Oh Daihouzan sensei.” you hear a voice come. You groan as if it were the new worker from earlier. She was pretty, too pretty she drew too much attention to herself and it didn't bode well for the flying under the radar you had been doing for the last year.

“Uh Yeah Mrs Chou.” How can I help you?” you asked Mrs Chou

“Oh so polite, but please call me Chewy everyone does.” you nod at Chae’s request

“Okay, Chewy how may I help you,” you respond

“ I heard you got the highest recorded score for the aptitude test in the history of the AKDF. I was wondering if you could help me as I'm retaking it in three weeks and I'd like to move from clean up to the frontlines and I figure who better to teach me than the prodigy himself.” Chewy says to you. You sigh seeing the optimism and hope in her eyes, but before you can dash little Chewy’s dreams Momo steps in.

“I'll work with you,” she says with a rare smile you recognize as a challenge. You cock an eyebrow at your roommate. “Besides you don't want Dai-san as a teacher, he will overload you with information you don't need.” Momo teased.

“Hey they had to change the test because of me,” you said defensively with pride.

Momo rolls her eyes and then faces Tzuyu. “We’ll get you in top shape regardless,” she says

Tzuyu smiles and then thanks the both of you before leaving. You turn to your roommate confused.

“Why are you getting her hopes up? You know how the AKDF are.”

“Because we need more lady front liners and you are too pessimistic,” she says

You tilt your head and reply, “Well if everything was not so engrossed in politics I would have helped her, but the higher-ups they'll eat her alive.”

“Good thing we're going to make sure that doesn't happen,” Momo stated matter of fact

“What do you mean we? You agreed to tutor her,” you called Ge

“Please Dai-san that big ole heart of yours is going help and you know it.”

You groan as the both of you finish up lunch and then head back to work.

The rest of the shift lacks considerable amounts of excitement so Momo and you are both able to head home rather easily and earlier than normal. You and Momo arrive home within seconds of each other. You sit on the stool by your shared countertop when she opens the door. She smiles at you seductively. She grabs you in a hug. You can feel the stress in her body intertwined with her body as much as her curves are.

“What happened today ?” You ask

“What?” Momo responded

“Your tension. It's like if someone injected cortisol into every part of you.” you follow up

“What?” Momo said

“The stress chemical,” you explain Momo nods.

“I always forget how smart you are because of how lazy you are,” Mom says.

“So you're just going to ignore my question? What's up? Is something wrong.”

“No big dog everything is fine. It's just I have been testing a new anti-kaiju weapon, and it's been quite…what's that word you use when something makes you tired tolling?”

“It's probably taxing. Or you could mean it taking a toll.”

Momo clapped and said “The first one.” you smiled at your roommate.

Momo yawns before looking to you for comfort

“I know it's my turn to do dinner and lunch but Dai-san can you do it? I am so tired Dai-san can you help me shower too? I'm too tired after today's fight,” she says with a teasing smile. You consider her words. Your roommate was gorgeous by both Hyperion and human standards so you couldn't complain seeing her body you were also drained from your work today so it was not as enticing a proposition, but when you saw her fall asleep standing you knew she was exhausted. You catch Momo luckily before she falls and she smiles at you. “Thanks Dai-San.”

you smile saying “Any time.” you pick up the slightly older woman and carry her to your apartment’s shared bathroom. You sit her on the toilet before readying the bath and boiling and grabbing all the ingredients for a quick 30-minute meal out. You head back to the bathroom where Momo is already asleep again. Her breathing is fatigued something you have seen before many nights when the two of you would study relentlessly during training camp for the AKDF. You smile as you get up and help her undress. As you leave her grasp to let her get into the tub she grabs you.

“Please stay,” she says.

“But.” You try to respond but Momo counters

“Please” You knew she had you when her eyes did that big pleading thing where she looked at you like a small animal. Helpless and vulnerable. So you relent. You undress as well which causes Momo to blush.

“What? I’m not wasting water if you want me to stay with you, we are showering together like old times.” Momo chuckled as you took your shirt off.

“Wow, you’ve let yourself go.” She teased.

You cock an eyebrow before saying, “Hey watch it. One more snippy comment and I’ll leave.”

Momo nods then shuffles slowly to the bath. As the two of you clean the other off she sighs and says, “I have been so tired lately.”

“Me too and going to sleep doesn’t help as well.” You agree

“Yeah, I keep having this dream of being chased by a giant kaiju.” Momo states

You turn to her, “Wait really? What kind?”

You ask her and she briefly describes the same Kaiju who had been chasing you as well in your dreams. You groan and get up. Momo looks at you confused.

“I’ll be right back.” You say

“Wait why?” Momo asks

“We might have an infestation.” You say. Momo snaps to attention and follows.

The two of you get dressed and head outside of your apartment. You notice every acting progressively more sluggish and tired. This serves as only more fuel for your theory. You walk out of the building grab a big rock and throw it at a window. When the window doesn’t break you turn to Momo. She nods and heads back to HQ. Not wanting to waste the time though you find a quiet place with no prying eyes and take out your rizer. You use it to transform into your Hyperion form where you see the leaching kaiju attached to your building. You grab the camouflaged kaiju and slam it safely away from your building. Without wasting any time you use your Special particle beam to kill it and fly away looking for a safe place to go. Change back into your human form. On the way back to your apartment you pick up one of Momo’s favorite sodas to allay suspicion.

When you arrive back at the complex Momo is there she turns at you.

“Where did you go.”

You hand her the soda and she takes it graciously.

“Hyperman showed up and killed the kaiju for us,” Momo says relaxed. You nod. “I know I was not a fan of his but I do appreciate his return. At least this once.”

You nod and say, “Well at least we can rest now.” Momo raises an eyebrow

“I’m feeling rejuvenated. We should spar.” Momo said shadowboxing your way. You smirked at her but eventually let her have her way. You follow her back to the HQ. The two of you badge to the surprise of the attendant waiting

“Oh, Mrs. Hirai good to see you.”

“Great to see you, Mina.” You wave at the attendant

“Good to see you Mrs Myuoi.” You say. The attendant who was also a frontline fighter on leave for mental health smiled

“Please Daihouzan you don’t have to call me that.”

“I do when you outrank me.” You tease

“Oh please we both know half our defense team wouldn’t be here without our “Friend-Father”” Mina fires back.

You shrug. “How’s Dahyun?” You ask.

“Oh, she’s good. She has been working hard for her next promotion so she can join us in the frontline fights. You should reach out she misses you.” You chuckle.

“She knows where my office is, and my open-door policy hasn’t changed.” Mina nodded and said that she’d tell Dahyun then. The two of you walk to a sparring room that should have been empty but was full with Drill Instructor Jihyo teaching a group of recruits. Jihyo’s stern facade instantly melts when she sees the two of you.

“Dai-San Momo Unnie.” Jihyo greets you and Momo with a smile. Momo and you hug Jihyo before she asks if you guys are looking to use this sparring room. Momo nods.

“Wow just like old times. I can’t believe it’s been 4 years since graduation.” Jihyo says. Momo and you have since reminded me of the slow creep of time never stops.

“Well I’m done with this class do the two of you have any advice for them?” You scratch your facial hair at the wide mix of students before saying “Learn Kaiju anatomy. It will increase your combat effectiveness with less expenditures of energy and resources. One well-timed hit at a Kaiju’s weak point will do more than 100 rounds of Arakami bullets.” Momo laughs at your correct statement.

“Stay well rested. Kaiju attacks can happen at any time and even though Hyperman has helped us with a lot of battles we can’t rely on him for every major battle.” Momo says Jihyo agrees with that more than your advice which stings a little since the two of you used to be so close. If you were the dad friend she was for sure the mom friend. but you didn’t hold it against her. As the class leaves Jihyo turns to the two of you and says, “Try not to tear the roof off this time.” You assure Jihyo that you’ll keep Momo in check

“Hey, it’s not my fault the new Kaiju weapon was so powerful,” Momo said defensively.

After that, it was just the two of you again. You get into a fighting stance. Momo looks at you surprised.

“That’s Hyperman’s fighting stance.” she says You shrug and Momo stops, “No you just can’t shrug that off,” Momo says. You worried your cover had been blown.

“Take this seriously. Hyperman’s style is sloppy and too showoffy.” Momo said. You stood there taken aback for a moment, not sure what was more surprising.

“Hey, he’s not lost a fight so he must be doing something right.” You challenge

Momo rolls her eyes again before saying “Fine have fun getting beat up.”

“You can try.” You say.

Her first attack is predictable. She opens with one of her famous kicks. You roll out of the way and trip her still-planted leg. She looks at you wide-eyed. You look at her and raise your hands. Momo's twin kicks to recover her footing. You back up and she does three flips to lead into a chop. You dodge and grab her arm before slamming her (gently) into the mat. You back up and retreat to your ready stance.

Momo was not lying when she was rejuvenated she came at you for 3 more hours of sparring. It went about the same as the beginning Momo would do an offensive move you’d block or dodge then gently reset to neutral. This frustrated Momo to no end making her sloppier and wilder as the match went on. Eventually, she grew tired of your guarded and defensive style. So she decided to adopt a mirror stance to yours instead of engaging she planted her two feet down. You smiled as she tried to taunt you into charging

“Come on make a move. You scared. See anyone can just durdle and play defensive.” She yelled. You smile and switch stances. Momo looks on in concern. You approach slowly. You make one strike which she guards but due to the sheer force, she still stumbles back. You give her time to recover. She makes a measured and calm strike. you block and make an open palm strike at her chest. She falls back. You wait for her to get up and change stances again. You begin to circle her slowly. She strikes at you with another powerful kick and you turn and return with a kick of your own, she received the hit and lands on her butt. She finally taps before you help her up. You turn back to see you have gained a crowd watching the two of you spar.

“Alright shows over,” Momo says as the two of you walk out.

The two of you arrive back at your apartment where you begin cooking again. Momo still having restless energy begins feeling you up while you cook.

“Ugh, I hate how good of a house husband you are,” she says

You turn to her confused

“It's an expression, don't they have those in America?” you hesitate as you nod as being “American” was your cover for the time being.

“It means you are good at doing stuff around the house. Considering how many times I haven't had to go hungry because of you looking out for me.

“So what's your point?”

“Oh come on. I'm not doing it for you. I have been practically throwing myself at you the last few months.”

“Oh well excuse me for remembering when you said. I like you but not like you as a friend.” You tease Momo. Momo smirks

“Can't a girl change her mind?” she cooks. You roll your eyes at her. Which causes her to smile before bringing you into a heavy kiss. What caused you to snap out of it was the burning sensation from the stove your hand was on.

“Ahhh. That hurts.” You grimace.

Mono smiles before saying, “I just wanted to give you a taste of what's to come.” to further her point she seductively puts her finger into the pan you are using where the food is and erotically takes a swipe before putting said finger in her mouth.

“Delicious as always.” Mom exaggerated before sashaying away. As her body moves you are mesmerized by the way her ass looks in her tight battle outfit. You feel the blood rush to your other head as try not to think about all of the less-than-virtuous things you'd do to her. You finish cooking without any disasters and set the table and food for Momo and you. “Momoring food is ready,” you say curious as to what she's doing.

Momo walks out of her room in her bra and underwear which isn't an uncommon occurrence. What she usually wears is a sports bra and boy shorts, but today she opted for a bold and brazen red and black lace lingerie set. You blink three times before your self-control shatters. You get up and kiss Momo with passion and emotional build-up you've had since you met her 4 years ago. When you break it her pupils have dilated so intensely there is hardly any brown left.

“Whoa someone is pent up.” Mom teases as she begins to caress your clothed erection.

“Shut up,” you say taking off your pants. Momo smiles. She even giggled when you picked her up, but that all changed when you put her in a mating press. She groans as do you as you penetrate her for the first time

“Ahh ugh.” she moans luridly

You begin to thrust and Momo yells “Oh god yes. This cock is filling my tight pussy so well.”

“Oh you like it?” you tease

Momo moans as you fill her, “God I love it. Why have you been hiding this cock from me for so long?” as you thrust her womanhood clenches your manhood with the clinginess of an anxious lover.

“You're so tight Momoring, why are you worried I'm going leave you.”

Mom turns to her face to you. Those gorgeous brown eyes glare fiery and passionate.

“I guarantee I gotcha.” she purrs before initiating a torrid kiss. She regains dominance over you by forcing her tongue down your mouth when you break the kiss she smiles caressing your face. “Cum for me honey.” she teases causing you to erupt violently within her walls. You scream from the intensity of the orgasm. When you regain your senses you set Momo down and you use the countertop to steady you. Mom stares you down as she dips a finger into her pussy where your cum is trailing out of her. She smiles and traces a line of semen with her finger before bringing it up to lick it.

“Hm, you taste good as well,” Momo says with a voice made husky by the overwhelming erotic pleasure she felt. You give her the time-out gesture which makes her laugh. She sits down to eat the food you made with a smug grin.

“Don't tell me you're all tuckered out,” Momo says with a mischievous tone.

“Listen when you have 4 years of emotional catharsis built up and then released by your unrequited lover then you can talk.” you fire back. Which causes Momo to take a step back,

“Wait we've known each other 4 years?” she says confused

“Yeah I know I've loved you since I first laid eyes on you, but how could I not? You came into my life like a battle angel, full combat gear the mecha suit wings. It was stunning.”

Mom smirks then smiles you sit down and begin eating with her.

“So you have liked me all this time?” she asks again. You nod before she gets up walks over to you and starts stroking you to hardness. When you're aching again she plants herself back on you. You groan still sensitive from the last time.

“Tell me what you love about me!” she demanded as she began to ride you with a tortuously glacial pace.

“I love your tenacity and enthusiasm for your craft. You work so hard and it just fills me with pride and admiration for you,” you respond. Momo speeds up

“More.” she moans

“You also aren't consumed by the job you still maintain your identity in all of this and it makes me ahh,” you say as you trail off her pussy is dripping wet but she is still oppressively tight if not tighter with each praise from your mouth.

“Come on I’m almost there.” she groans as she expertly grinds over your cock.

“You're such a good girl, you are so kind and helpful to all of those around you,” you say also nearing another climax as she continues to bounce on top of you. You do notice an intense string of tightness from Momo when you call her a good girl so you go all in

“Oh, you like being my good girl? (her pussy vice grips you driving you feral) well, I like you being my good girl too. (you squeeze her ass) My good girl has the nicest ass. My good girl has the prettiest brown eyes and the tightest pussy.” that last line sent her over the cliff and she exploded all over you.

“Oh god. Oh god, I'm cumming” she moaned as she came. You feel her squirt all over you and her pussy attempt to milk you for all its worth. As her orgasm raged on she continued riding you before saying “Come on baby cum for me I need it.” her words set off a cascading effect causing your second orgasm and pushing her into another one of hers. As the two of you cum for what feels like hours (it's actually like 7 minutes.) the two of you make out and paw at the other desperate to keep the high going.

When the two of your bodies finally calm down Momo asks, “Do you have any of your kaiju clean-up supplies? Because we made quite a mess.” you roll your eyes, and she gives a hearty laugh.

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[ssahotchnerr]

I know it’s cliche but I am SO in love with the idea of BAU!reader going undercover because she resembles the victims that their unsub is targeting.

It makes hotch so damn nervous. He’s been in the field for a long time and he knows going undercover is part of the job but he has a hard time maintaining objectivity when it comes to you and the thought of something happening to you while you’re undercover makes his stomach drop out from under him.

He’s always been a focused man but it’s hyped up to an 11 when you’re well-being is on the line. He knows your capable, of course. He wouldn’t have brought you on to the team if he didn’t believe in you but it doesn’t make it any easier, watching these vile men leer at you like a piece of meat and knowing he’s just supposed to sit back and watch it unfold.

breathe

cw; bau!reader, worried aaron 🫶🏻, takes place in a bar ps hehe i live for the aaron and dave playful banter 🤭

"breathe."

the words easily slipped past aaron, as his sole focus was on you and you only.

"hotch."

again, aaron provided no response. in it's place, his jaw only tightened, the arms crossed against his chest hardened in anticipation. dave was almost positive he hadn't heard an exhale escape from the start, or any indication aaron was in fact breathing.

"aaron. breathe."

aaron's eyes whisked over to dave's. there was a slight annoyance present, but lighthearted all the same. or, as lighthearted as it could be under the circumstances.

"i know." aaron mumbled, his eyebrows raising slightly as he held his stare onto you - navigating through the crowd of people in the bar, making yourself as subtly noticeable as you possibly could.

it was true - he had full faith in you and your skills, of course he did. aaron had no doubts you would manage to acquire the unsub's interest, bait him in, and finally put this case to rest.

however, it was the unknowns he was worried about, the things that weren't in your control. what if the unsub pulled a smart move, what if something didn't go according to plan.

whaf if, what if, what if.

"but i still don't like it." he stated bluntly as you found a seat at a lonely table. it's location could be within the view of anyone in the establishment, and as you were the definition of the unsub's type, it was only a matter of time now. he also tried not to think about all the other's eyes who had been glued to yourself all night.

you were his, he kept repeating to himself.

as you scouted the place, your eyes managed to find aaron's for a spilt second - he and dave were not too far away, same as the other team members, in favor of your safety - which caused his heart rate to instantly calm. just a bit.

you had given no indication you saw him, no visible acknowledgement to not give away your cover, but because he knew you, he knew what you were silencing voicing.

calm down. i'm going to be just fine.

aaron finally let out a breath. again, he had complete trust in you, and his heart warmed how you had managed to read him and his current anxieties over the present situation. if things were to go haywire, he was at a close enough range to act fast. you were in his line of sight. you were safe.

his want to protect you would never falter, and while aaron could never actually have full control of the concept, he would always do what he could. and besides, the fact you didn't always need him - you were strong and capable on your own - would always cause a surge of pride to ripple through his chest. he was in a relationship with a total badass, what more could he ask for?

"okay." he breathed out again, as a man made his way up to you. "here we go."

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[annaphoenix1994]

Thank God for this Mask

Masterlist

You and Simon are early to the briefing (hours early - being the room they were held in was the quietest place to "spend time." You have to hide from the others after this was only a briefing between Price and his team, deciding to give Simon - Ghost - a well-deserved blowjob from under the table.

You and Ghost had been intimate for weeks without suspicion. Keeping your lust towards each other at a minimum when you were around the entire team. To you, keeping your attraction towards him vague was sexy as it called for not only a slow-burn-type buildup, but great sex for when you two finally had time together.

For the last few weeks, you two had resorted to the briefing room to have sex for when the barracks became too noisy and threatening for suspicion between your teammates.

His balaclava was over his nose, hands on your hips as you rolled your hips into his lap, buckles loose on both of your belts, Ghost ready to have you bent over the table yet again.

It was a threat - always a threat to have you like this knowing that nearly anyone could enter the room at any given time. Even though it was a threat, it gave you the advantage as the walls were thin and any type of movement could be detected from further away, giving you both the amount of time to present yourselves without giving anything away.

Ghost was smart about it, always bringing a file of papers with him and his phone to show that he was going through paperwork or playing a game on his device to kill time as it was the only room with the best reception.

Although this time, he thanked Price for giving him a heads-up that an emergency briefing was about to take place in regard to the current missile crisis going on.

Ghost's warning fired you up, telling you that this was going to be a briefing between the 141 only.

But you had no time to exit the room to make yourself seem inconspicuous.

With a mischievous smirk, Ghost watched you disappear under the table. Fixing his balaclava back over his mouth, he moved his chair to where he was seated and ready to hear Price's words, fumbling with his phone to make it seem like he was the only one in the room as well as being the first.

Ghost didn't expect what you were about to do.

But he wasn't going to stop you, either.

He swore you sucked him off better than any female's mouth his cock had ever been in.

Even though you gave the best head, he was hoping you weren't going to use the erotic twist of your tongue on him. It felt so good - so fucking good that he could never shut up when you had him at your whim. They won't ever let me live this down if you do that and we get caught, love.

Gaz entered second, nodding towards Ghost as he took a seat across from him at the table, Soap entering next as he took a seat next to Ghost. "Texting your love?" He poked, seeing that Ghost had removed his gloves and set them on the table to fumble on his phone.

"No, she's on guard duty." He grumbled, even though the thought of you between his legs at the moment was more arousing knowing that everyone else that entered was oblivious to her about to take him in your mouth.

Alejandro and Rudy entered last, the pair toting a cup of coffee in their hands as they took a seat at the table to wait for Price. Ghost greeted them with a subtle nod of his head, nearly jumping out of his seat at the feeling of your warm hands unzipping his pants, removing his semi-hard cock from the restraints of his underwear, your hot breath blowing against the head of his cock in a teasing manner, hesitant on if you should continue or not, but his seeping pre-cum was too enticing for you to just put it away.

You smirked as you watched his legs part slightly more as if he were asking you to continue, his heels catching you behind your bent legs, pulling you closer towards him to trap you within the safety of his massive thighs.

You wanted to giggle, but you knew you had to stay quiet. Especially now that your chances of getting caught were getting higher and higher. You slowly took him into your mouth, the salty/sweet taste of his pre-cum on your tongue making you want to moan as you continued to take him, feeling his cock become more erect as it begged for relief.

You listened as Ghost kept conversing with his teammates, occasionally breathing a chuckle to mask a groan that threatened to leave his lips. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes were desperate to close shut to enjoy the warmth surrounding his groin, his hips wanting to thrust himself into your mouth as you made work on his shaft, using your other hand to cradle his heavy balls, gently using your fingers to fumble them throughout your palm as your pace became faster and teasingly slower at the same time.

You slowed your pace once you heard Price enter the room, removing your mouth completely from him to view his beautiful cock in front of you, pleased at how desperate it wanted to release itself.

Knowing Price held the group's attention with his PowerPoint presentation as well as his stern voice, Ghost made it appear that his hands were on his lap, leaning forward as he made himself appear that he was paying close attention to the PowerPoint when in reality, his hands were now tangled through your hair, coaxing you to continue as this threatening blowjob was more arousing than having to sneak away to have sex. His right hand lined your jaw, tracing the bone with his index finger as his left hand was cradling the crown of your head to keep it from hitting the bottom of the table.

Fucking hell, he sighed to himself, letting his eyes flutter shut briefly before opening them again. He thought he blew his cover when Soap made a comment.

"You falling asleep over there, Ghost?" Soap whispered.

"Shit's boring." He grumbled, referring to the PowerPoint.

"You got that right." Soap chuckled, extending his legs out in front of him as his knees began to ache, Ghost subtly hooking his legs around you to keep you close to him and to avoid Soap accidentally touching you with his.

You continued your sloppy assault on his cock, knowing he was close by how it twitched in your mouth. Smirking to yourself, you wanted to try his patience as well as his will to keep himself quiet by twisting your tongue against the bottom of his shaft as you sucked harder, knowing it was impossible to keep him quiet when you two were alone.

To your surprise, he did just that. Not a peep out of him as you made multiple strokes with the wicked twist of your tongue against his sensitive and rock-hard cock.

You knew you were doing a number on him by how his grip tightened in your hair, unable to control himself as his left hand pushed your head down against him slightly, begging you to continue.

Soon, you felt him pulsating in your mouth, his hot seed coating between your cheeks as you swallowed it with haste, pumping him with your hand as your mouth surrounded his aching head as it felt that you were about to suck him dry.

Swallowing as quietly as you could, you placed a gentle kiss to his cock before carefully putting it back within the confines of his underwear, slowly pulling up the zipper and waiting until Price began talking again to buckle his belt for him, knowing he would stand up after the briefing was over to save him the embarrassment.

I'm not done with you.

You stayed on your knees as you watched the rest of the men stand to their feet after Price had concluded the meeting. Through a sore jaw, you swore that was the longest half-hour of your life as your heart beat rapidly against your chest out of pure adrenaline.

If there was one thing you knew you could look forward to, Ghost never let you have to take care of yourself when it came to succeeding your own orgasm.

You watched Ghost's stature stay idle as the rest of the men made their way to the exit, watching his hand open towards you to help you to your feet before it suddenly disappeared, hearing Soap's voice linger as he hadn't exited yet.

"You meeting us at the mess hall?"

"In a minute," He replied, taking a pen out of his pocket and setting it on top of the table. "I'll catch up."

"Ay." Soap nodded, the sound of the door latching shut indicating that you and Ghost where the only two left in the room.

You took his hand when it was offered to you again, using his strength and massive form to cling to as you stood to your feet, your knees aching from having to sit on them for so long.

You smirked at the stark gleam in his eye, knowing he wasn't finished with you as the sight of you had him growing hard again. "Bend over. Right on this table." He pointed.

"Is that a demand, Lieutenant?"

"That's an order." He replied, helping you bend over on the table before making work of your pants, pleased that your belt was still unbuckled.

At the sight of your bare presented to him, he grew rock-hard all over again, not even having to pump himself to shove himself into you. Your cunt glistened for him, ready and begging for him as you had your own underwear soaked with arousal the entire time. From the time you were on his lap, to the time you were under the table sucking him off, and to now - it was an unforgiving puddle that constantly reminded you of how aroused you were for him.

And only him.

"So demanding, baby." You panted as he parted your legs with his foot, the warmth of his body coming closer to you.

"You almost made me blow my cover." He grumbled as the head of his cock disappeared between the confines of your walls.

"Yeah? What're you going to do about it?" You taunted, gasping as he didn't take his time with entering you, sheathing himself completely before you felt the heavy weight of his chest against your back, his left hand snaking around to clasp over your mouth to muffle the moan that was sure to escape your lips.

"To fuck you senseless." He grumbled in your ear as he continued to thrust into you, his right hand clamping down on your hip to keep you pinned to the table, the oak legs of the table threatening to glide across the floor with every powerful stroke of his hips.

"I look forward to it."

#simon riley #simonriley #simon ghost riley #simonghostriley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #callofduty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty #simon riley smut #ghost riley smut #ghost mw2 #ghostcod #ghost riley

[allyallyorange]

Round 2 of my Ateez Adventure Time AU is here!

Yunho and Jongho are from “Universe Z”, which has no magic and is basically just our world. They are cousins and have a 10 year age gap, in Jongho’s eyes, Yunho is the coolest person ever. In this world, Yunho had his own Mingi, who was his best friend until they were in their last year of high school and Mingi was a victim in a big car accident (also involving Jongho’s parents). Afterwards Yunho didn’t end up going to school and becomes a mechanic. Yunho has a hard time being around Jongho because the kid is so smart and Yunho's parents Love him. Jongho seems to be doing so well and Yunho knows that his parents think that he should also be moving on. Years later, when Yunho is 22 and taking his 12 year old cousin to the library for him to study and do homework, Yunho is reading through some old looking fantasy type book. Suddenly the book lights up and a portal opens up. A guy with pointy ears appears in the portal and Yunho is pulled through.

Jongho, who was 13 when his cousin disappeared, had a bad time. He became obsessed with trying to find him, and spent the next 10 years studying the book he disappeared through, as well as anything else that came up along the way. Over the years he finds that the relics that are talked about in the book are actually real, and then he works to become an antiquarian in order to further study the artifacts. Eventually, he manages to collect 9 gems needed to power the book Yunho had disappeared through, and he is able to travel to “Universe A”. Jongho is now 22, but only a year has passed within Universe A, making Yunho 23/24. When spawning in Universe A, Jongho is not automatically anywhere near Yunho, but he does eventually find a sketchy looking cave, which upon further inspection is the place where Mingi has been frozen in crystal for the past 600 years. Jongho accidentally frees Mingi from his prison, and they slowly become friends, Hongjoong joining them to become a little team (Seonghwa will also join this team at some point).

Wooyoung is a born wizard, about 900 years post-apocalypse era. He specializes in nature related magic. He grew up in a very safe but slightly boring town, practicing spells and fooling around. On a particularly boring day when he’s about 15 years old, Wooyoung decided to browse the forbidden section of the spell books and found a book on dark magic. Wooyoung, being an admittedly just ok wizard, figured he wouldn’t actually be able to successfully pull off any of the spells in the book, and decided to secretly borrow the book back home. He found an interesting spell on summoning a familiar, thinking maybe he’d at least get a cat or something if he did manage to succeed. Instead- for whatever reason- he summoned a full demon, not in the form of a cat or bird or toad or anything, named San.

(UPDATE: Wooyoung has a hobby of building things out of scrap metal, inventing little robots and such. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing most of the time but he sure does make things!)

San is an ice demon created by The Demon King about 800 years post-apocalypse era, who had been hearing about his younger brother’s little fire friend above, and wanted to make his own element creature. Thus San was born (made already physically aged about 14 years old because why would the king want an actual baby). San was a bit of a disappointment for The Demon King, because for whatever reason San was incapable of being evil, so he ended up being basically scrapped for about 100 years. Being a low ranking demon, and also a rather disposable one, when someone above suddenly summoned for a familiar, the demons pretty randomly chose to send San. This exchange also bound Wooyoung to dark magic, allowing him to cast permanent curses. San and Wooyoung end up getting along great, and decide they want to explore beyond Wooyoung’s home town (both around 15 years old physically). They live outdoors, camping in the wild and going on adventures while stopping to help anybody on their way (getting lots of rewards!). After about a year they find an abandoned treehouse which they decide to move into, and they become the local heroes! (Discovering Wooyoung’s ability to curse things was wild. They accidentally cursed some guy to be a tree for all of eternity. No take backs)

8 years later, San starts having visions full of fire and seeing a man with white hair possibly being able to help (his visions are very confusing so he’s not sure). Woosan begin a new mission to try and understand what San’s visions mean, and eventually Wooyoung will figure out how to build a portal that will allow them access to the cosmic dimension, where they will be able to ask for one wish. San goes, and is asks to find the guy with blonde hair who can help stop the fire in his visions. Because wish making is tricky business and San wasn’t clear on the description of this blonde guy, he is given Yunho, who is not the guy in San’s visions (it’s Seonghwa). Wooyoung and San don’t know how to send Yunho back so he ends up having to stay with them. Luckily they all get along and they become a little team. At some point Yeosang will also join this team after being separated from Seonghwa.

Ok that’s it for now! I’m gonna draw more though still because I have so many ideas man

#doodle doo #ateez #jeong yunho #yunho #choi jongho #jongho #jung wooyoung #wooyoung #choi san #ateez san #kang yeosang #yeosang #Ateez AT AU

[seneitut]

Seasons

[Autumn] [Winter] [Spring] [Summer]

[Yoru/Reader] [Gekko/Reader]

Words: 4.6K

Tags: Introspection, hurt/comfort, fluff, start of a friendship.

WARNINGS: Attempted suicide.

Winter

[Landslide - Oh wonder]

The first cusps of snow fall from the sky in a silent dance, dyeing the whole gardens and the city in a blanket of whiteness and a soft light blue enveloping the atmosphere gently. 

The breeze is chilling. Soothing. An immeasurable contrast against the warmness your face was radiating from your late running, but refreshing nonetheless.

Winter was your favorite season.

Is the only time of the year where you would hold onto your lover without any excuse, sharing body heat under covers and napping your time away without a worry in the world.

The time of the year where you would often get sick because of your weak immune system and Yoru would often come rushing to your aid despite the many complaints running from his mouth, contradicting his words with gentle tenderness when taking care of you.

This was the time of the year when you first got together, when you fell in love for the first time.

Things have changed over the course of two years, though.

Omega Earth was safe— people were living their lives without a worry in the world and the protocol was finally at rest. 

It was luck on their side that catastrophes had not developed in the time they’ve been out on missions. And if they were, the people were smart enough to work things out without their help and strive forward until your return.

The last batch of radianite that the team was able to gather from Fracture and distribute it throughout the program Killjoy created was enough to save them from trouble for a couple more months until it runs out. After that, they will have to go again and repeat the course of action until a new way to sustain the life system can be developed.

The story never ends, but for now, at least, they can rest.

Couldn't be said the same for you.

The beaches at this time of the year were bare of visitors and often forgotten with how freezing it gets. The waves roll in with strong bursts of water, creating splashes against the bigger rocks on shore and tiny droplets to rain against your face.

The atmosphere from today was gloomy and dark, with clouds flooding the sky in big scales and hiding the only bright star that could light up the beach.

“It's sad.” You whisper to no one, eyes set on the moving body of water coming and leaving from the shore.

It's a torture being alone at the place where it all began for you; and maybe you deserve to feel like this, defeated and weathered down to the core for willingly coming back and opening the wounds that weren't healed yet.

It's been a couple of months, but you haven't been able to move on. Is hard. Is difficult trying to heal by yourself when the object of your anger, of your sadness and longing, lives within the same space as you.

The silence that falls as night approaches rapidly doesn't help the spiraling thoughts invading your mind nor the drop in temperature when you decide to take off your shoes and socks.

The sand is icy against the sole of your feet, tiny icicles digging into the skin, starting to hurt the longer you stay still and unmoving to the current of water that was rising in length and moving dangerously close to where you were standing barefoot.

A chill runs down your spine when the water touches the tip of your toes, gasping in pain from the burning of having something so cold collide with the warmness your body still holds.

Despite that, you inch yourself forward until the foam of the water reaches your calf, wetting the end of your pants and feeling the wet fabric stick to your skin like a second layer.

You realized this kind of pain overwrites whatever thoughts are coming through, focusing solely on the burning sensation.

It didn't feel nice, but it was better than having an aching heart pounding loudly inside your ribcage and a headache with questions rolling in constantly.

With that in mind, you began walking inside the beach.

“If it gets darker, I won't be able to find my way to shore.” is what you think when the water licks the skin on your stomach. 

Nevermind you getting lost in the vast labyrinth the ocean was gifting you with, the idea of never being found was tempting and seducing, clouding your brain with the melee thought that everything will stop hurting if you were to take a dive and never come up for air.

When your breath hitches at the base of your throat, with the feet barely touching the floor and your hair melting within the back of your skull, you realized there was no coming back.

The waves were stronger at night, devastatingly crushing everything on its way and swallowing you entirely when you decide this is a mistake.

Your eyes burn when you try searching for a way out, gasping wetly with the water entering your system and suffocating you. You cough up not only the air, but the salty sea water choking your lungs and sticking to your nose; burning you with a deep passion and wanting to drown you that panic seizes you.

There is no strength left in your limbs, frozen to death and heavy as rocks, that you think perhaps this is how it's meant to be. Maybe this is something you should accept as your destiny, and let go.

Maybe it is time to give up.

Closing your eyes, you let the water engulf you completely, disappearing from sight, and cutting off the air in your lungs.

The crushing sound of the water hitting the sand and rocks are deafening in this quiet night when someone drowns in them, carrying regret and solitude to the depths of the sea.

But then, something pulls you up, someone, with a strength that no one should be able to perform. But by then, the darkness has already consumed you.

The water is cold, is so fucking cold Gekko wants to shout and scream while dragging your body out of the fury of the waves. 

His clothes are sticking to his skin in an uncomfortable way. It makes the task to swim harder since the weight has increased to double in size and he is starting to lose the little confidence he had from before diving in to get you out of there.

There is panic and clumsy actions while trying to get to shore and a safe spot before the raging water tries to pull you both back in. Gekko swears if you both get out of this situation he's going to start believing in god and going to church like his mother does because that is the only explanation for him to dodge death this stupidly.

Once his feet hit the sandy floor, he swims in earnest, trying to keep your head above the water and carrying your unconscious body,—not dead, because he refuses to think you've died this quickly— to shore.

Coughing up the remains of sea water inside his mouth, he crawls up with you slowly and onto the sandy shore, feeling his limbs heavy and tired, but not enough to give up on trying to save you.

“La putamadre, the fuck do I do?!” He exclaims, panic rising rapidly. You are not breathing when he lays you down on the sand, and he doesn't know shit about first aid when it comes to drowning.

He barely remembers what Harbor has taught him when riding the waves, just what is he supposed to do now?

There is a faint gurgling noise in the background cutting off his train of thought.

Wingman is right next to your body, looking over at your wet clothing and face and walking towards your head, leaning in to check for any signs of life.

“Wingman, I don't know what to do!” He exclaims in panic, eyes widen in size and trembling hands hold onto your arm. The little fella touches his arm in reassurance, gurgling a few sounds and motioning to your chest and lips.

Feeling his face warm with embarrassment, Gekko gulps and nods, understanding what his friend is suggesting. It should have been the obvious option, but he was way too freaked out to think straight and get to that conclusion by himself.

He breathes out heavily, shaking both of his arms to get rid of his chilliness before resting his palms against your chest and start making compressions, counting to three and timing it in his head.

Blushing furiously, he covers your nose with one hand and the other under your chin and locks your lip with his to blow air into your lungs.

Gekko tries to not think about how soft your lips feels nor the chill that runs down his spine that has nothing to do with the weather.

He repeats the motion of applying pressure to your chest and blowing air into your lungs until your body jolts wildly, coughing up sea water forcefully and crying in pain because of the rawness and soreness of your throat.

Gekko moves away, giving you space and time for you to compose yourself. He sees you puke the sea water, disoriented, sobbing softly and gasping when the air gets difficult to breathe.

Hesitant, he rubs your back to help the rest of your coughing and offer some comfort. Gekko doesn't know if that's helping whatsoever, but would rather know he's trying his best to soothe you after this deathly experience than to not do anything.

When he sees your body shivering and limbs trembling, he knows the danger has passed; but a new incognita rounds his head.

What now? The air is freezing, so deadly cold, he doesn't think the wet clothes are the perfect fit for you both to be resting without being alarmed.

There is a high chance you might get a cold or something worse with how fast the currents are picking up. This is dangerous, severe as time passes by and none of you move from the spot.

“I'll try to set a fire here to warm you up,” he mutters, starting to strip out of his sweater. “This will be faster than running all the way to the base, since is too far away.”

Choking in your words, you shake your head, dizziness starts to cloud your vision slowly, “L-Leave, I'll be…”

Gekko frowns, shushing you gently and ignoring your pleas to leave you alone. 

“Guys, look after her, make her take off all the clothes.” His little fellas burst out of his pouch after his signal, immediately floating to your side and begin nuzzling you to keep you awake. “Wingman, go back to the base and call for help, please. Sage or Omen if possible, please?”

The little fella nods and goes running towards where the protocol is located as fast as his little legs allow him.

Gekko has faith his friend will reach the facilities quickly enough and find someone to help them get back, but until then, he has to take action.

Right now, every second is precious and calculated. The longer you stay in the wet clothes, the percentage of you or him getting hypothermia rises dangerously.

He runs to the forest as fast as he can, taking the middle sized branches he finds and piles them up onto the side. He goes back and forth a few times, and each time you are one piece of clothing less and it makes him start getting slightly flustered.

Shaking his head, Gekko realizes this is not the time to be this shy when something as important as your lives are at stake. 

Building a small fort with the branches and making sure it is secured enough, he takes the closest two rocks he can find and begins smashing them to create a spark and, with hope, ignite the wood to start a fire.

The little fellas have been smart enough to insist you on keeping the underwear to save yourself some dignity and Gekko's sanity; he doesn’t think he would be brave enough to keep a conversation with you if you were to be naked.

Thrash is leaning onto your arm to keep you steady and sitting. Dizzy has started dozing off around your shoulder with Mosh on your lap keeping you slightly warm.

“Are you still with me, ____?” He hisses in pain, tossing the rocks onto the sand to check the fresh cuts on his open palms. 

Dizzy chirps, catching the attention of Gekko and the other fellas. 

You are barely awake, keeping your eyes half-closed and body leaning onto Thrash for support. His little crew were able to sit you comfortably on the sand, but now are unable to keep you still and sitting straight without them struggling.

“I know, girl, just a little more and I’ll help you.”

Breathing out, he takes the rocks once again to keep trying, failing miserably with every second passing and worsening the injuries.

“That won’t work…” your voice cuts through his little panic attack, catching his attention. 

“I don't have anything else to light up the fire,” he replies. He smiles warmly at you, “Is alright, I'll figure a way. Just keep yourself awake, yeah?”

Gekko fails at concealing the pain from the cuts when he tightens the grip, starting once over the flickering to ignite a fire. 

You move slowly from the corner of his eyes, feeling your limbs tired and having Gekko's friends protesting to keep you still, but you pay them no mind, gently removing them from you.

Snapping your fingers, a little bolt of electricity surges forward and straight to the moist wood. Is weak, barely perceptive to normal people’s eyes, but the little contact it makes is enough to start a spark and ignite it in a burst of flames.

“Woah!” Gekko watches in amazement the fire spreading through the rest of the wood, backing down to a safe distance and basking in the warmth it provides. “That was smart, didn’t think of it, heh.”

Nodding, you let Thrash lay on your lap. Her purring assimilates of a cat, soothing to the ears and warming your chest from her affections.

Gekko tries to move you a little closer to the fire, careful to not disturb you too much nor touch anywhere you might feel uncomfortable.

By the time you have warmed enough—with your limbs tingling after the cold effect, and your senses come back, you notice him wearing his soaking shirt alongside his pants, teeth chattering and trembling limbs hovering close to the fire to keep himself warm.

“Take it off.” You mutter softly. Gekko jolts in surprise when your hands go to the hem of his shirt and begin pulling it up. “Dry, or you will get sick.”

“A-Ah, yeah! You’re right!” Taking his distance, he bids your instructions and takes his clothes off until he is only wearing his underwear too.

Under the lit fire, you are unable to notice his warmed cheeks and blushing cheeks at being exposed so vulnerable in front of you. He shifts ever so slightly when he feels your sights on him, avoiding eye contact and to save you some modesty—and his heart.

The hilarity of the situation doesn't go past you. And if it weren't because you are one step closer to fainting and losing your consciousness, you would have barked a laugh at the silliness of your predicament. 

“I need you to stay awake.” Gekko says, interrupting your thoughts.

Dizzy has made her way to Gekko's shoulder and is currently nuzzling his neck. Her purring is soft, lightly sweet and adorable, and Gekko can't help but gently caress her side while she snuggles closer.

“Wingman will come back soon. But I need to make sure you are awake by then.”

You hum, nodding your head and watch the fire cackle strongly. 

There is an uncomfortable silence that envelops the atmosphere while you await someone's arrival. The only sound crashing through is the fury of the waves from the ocean, but you are not able to look at the body of water in fear of experiencing the dread of death once again despite being a good distance away and knowing you are safe from that fate.

Instead, you decide to close the distance between your body and Gekko's, interlocking your arms and laying your head on his shoulder while your sides press together.

He jumps, mostly from the skin to skin contact rather than the difference in body temperature. Despite being under the warmth of the makeshift bonfire, your skin is cold and rough from the water. 

With wrinkled fingers and all, Gekko accepts his destiny and takes your hand in his to lay on his leg, trying to warm them up by rubbing his hot palm on your skin.

By this point, embarrassment was not even crossing his mind. 

The quietness allows the two of you to be immersed in your own thoughts and about the after once you're rescued. 

Will Gekko ask? Will he be nosy enough to interrogate you about how you ended up almost drowning in the middle of the night? Will he tell the others?

Were you going to answer?

Gekko is not stupid, he might as well have figured out the intentions you had when asking him to leave you after he saved your life. It couldn't be more obvious. 

Would he know the reason behind it? 

You hope no. 

“You've warmed up rather quickly,” he mutters. His hand is resting above yours, thumb massaging the skin gently. “I'm glad the fire is helping.”

Humming, you close your eyes. 

“Quite the meeting we've had, huh. I feel like we haven't talked this much since I've joined. Perhaps we can use this as an anecdote for the future and our true moment of bonding!”

Laughing softly, you nod your head to indulge in his little chat. 

“Boy, Neon won't believe me if I told her we went swimming in the middle of winter just because we felt like it.” His laugh is funny, you find yourself smiling by just hearing him talk, “Damn, she might think I got you roped into this mess. But honestly? Worth it. Can check 'swimming at night' on my bucket list.”

“Mine too,” is your sleepy reply.

“We should do more activities often,” he continues, “perhaps not as dangerous as this one? I like surfing, for example. Harbor is a good coach, being a water manipulator or something like that.”

Gekko goes on and on, talking about this or that, his previous life, his hobbies and the story behind every tattoo framing his body like a canvas. 

He makes sure you stay awake through the whole conversation, mostly to calm his mind and worried state, since he knows you are not out of danger just yet.

And if it weren't because you were also curious about his tattoos, you might have fallen asleep from his soothing voice alone.

The tip of your fingers touch the swirls of his wrist slowly, following the pattern and admiring the colors under the lit light from the fire. You feel him shudder next to you, but think nothing of it for the weather is a good excuse.

The moment is broken when you both hear yelling from afar, raising your eyes and watching people approach rapidly to where you are seated.

Your breath hitches at the base of your throat when you recognize Skye amongst the little group running to aid you, fist tightening on top of Gekko's thigh and, with barely any strength left, you try to cower behind Gekko's frame. 

He notices this unusual behavior, but doesn't know how to handle it because he doesn't know what you are suddenly afraid of.

KAY/O is the first one to approach, scanning you both, “Objective found: injured, and with body temperature rising slowly.”

“Sage has sent me to aid.” Omen adds, kneeling in front of your form. His body is enough to hide you from Skye's eyes, and you cannot thank him enough for that. “Who is the most injured? I'll teleport you right away with her.”

Gekko chimes in, “She is, take her with you.”

Glancing over at Gekko, he smiles down at you and squeezes your hand, nudging you to stand up.

Omen stands with you in his arms, secured and making sure your arms are wrapped around his neck. None say anything when he suddenly disappears in a wisp of smoke, leaving behind nothing but his footprints as a clue he was once there.

“Can you stand, mate?” Skye kneels, helping him get to his feet.

He barely can hold his own weight, tired and limbs slightly dull from the weather. KAY/O steps in and carries him to make the way back easier and not straining for him.

“I'm a bit sore, honestly.” His little friends float to be with him, and Gekko thanks them silently before retrieving them inside his pouch resting onto the sand. “Could you please get our clothes? They are wet, sorry about that.”

“I will never understand humans.” KAY/O comments absently. Despite having Gekko's weight on top, he walks as if he weighed nothing. 

“Neither will I,” he replies. 

The trek back to the protocol is followed by silence and the ocean roaring in the background.

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Sage is like a mother hen.

Worries like one, and scolds worse than one.

Gekko knows what it's like to be on the end of worried words, twisted expressions and the need to understand why, why would you do something so dangerous.

“We were playing around,” is what Gekko says before you get the chance to talk. He sees you turn to him from the bed next to his, but he ignores it to keep his words as genuine as possible, “And we didn’t notice the water was rising so close to shore and, well, we tripped and fell into the water.”

Sage hardens her stare, “And you both got soaked from head to toe?”

Gulping, he nods. “It was dark, and I was disoriented. I almost drowned her amidst my panic.” Gekko looks at you, an apologetic smile on his features, “Sorry about that.”

Sensing this as your cue, you shake your head, still shocked and in awe at how easily he could come up with a story and lie to your superior, “It’s not your fault, it was an accident.”

Sage doesn’t say anything for a long time, seizing you both under scrutinizing eyes, and changing the temperature from the warm blankets she’s placed on top of you. 

Omen left as soon as he was given the okay that you were gonna be alright and KAY/O and Skye didn’t wait long enough for the news. Gekko noticed the sudden strain in the room where both you and the initiator avoided and straight up ignored each other’s presences. 

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out something bad has happened between you two for your friendship to end…this disturbingly. Since he’s joined through the time where you still talked and suddenly, only cold stares were shared, Gekko doesn’t have the full picture just yet.

Could she be the reason you dived in the water without regards to your own health?

“Please, be careful next time.” Is all Sage says, sighing tiredly. “I’ll be retiring to my room soon enough, take a rest and tomorrow we will do a full check-up before you are released to return to your activities.”

“Sure, Sage!” Gekko exclaims, excitedly. 

You only get to nod, tightening your first on top of the covers. 

The moment Sage deems that you both are comfortable enough to sleep without problems, she retires with a quick goodnight and closes the door to the infirmary behind her. The lights are still on, and you find that that is uncomfortable enough since you are bare for Gekko to see and judge. 

At the beach it was easier to conceal your own fears and expressions since it was dark and his focus was on trying to keep you safe and warm. But here, where there is no danger and only a soft mattress to cushion your heavy heart, the vulnerable part of you feels exposed and fragile.

The overthinking part of your brain was taking control over you, shifting uncomfortably on the bed and struggling to lay down without having to make eye contact with Gekko.

There is a gurgle in the background that snaps you out of your thoughts, startling you when blue covers your vision and you have to blink once, twice, to make out Dizzy’s floating figure in front of you.

Gekko giggles when Dizzy nuzzles your cheek, silently asking for attention while the two of you rest.

Being unable to resist her cuteness, you reach for her head and pet her, scratching the side of her face softly and stifling a laugh when she melts under your touch.

“She likes you,” Gekko says, sighing contentedly. His heart hammers inside his ribcage with warmness at the sight. “She says you smell nice.”

Humming, you grin at her, “I believe I smell like seawater from that little swimming, but thank you for being so sweet.”

Your eyes travel to the bed next to you, smiling at Gekko and feeling a little embarrassed when you catch him looking at you; tiredness edging at the corner of his eyes.

There is dread crawling its way to your heart when you think about him having to risk his life to save you, but there are no right words to address him without bursting in tears and spilling the truth behind your actions.

Your feelings are still at edge, and all you want right now is to take a rest and go to sleep.

“I know I own an explanation, but please, don’t ask me for it just yet.”

Gekko’s smile falters, and his expression softens slightly.

“You don’t have to tell me anything.” is his reply. “Just…if you need someone to hear you out, you can count on me. And it doesn’t have to be meaningful, nor important stuff if you don’t feel like talking about it.”

You nod, breaking eye contact unless you want to cry in front of him.

“I can do the talking if you wish, if you would rather listen. In any way, any form, I'd love to be your friend.”

The sincerity of his words is enough to let some tears spill from your eyes, nodding your head and thanking him quietly while rubbing your eyes to stop the leaking of water.

The kindness Gekko extends to you that night is right what you needed. Is more than you could ever ask for.

There is no way to thank him for everything, but to take up on his words and help build a good friendship with the initiator just like he's suggesting.

“Perhaps introductions might help?” Sitting comfortably on the bed, he extends his hand, a gentle smile playing on his lips, “I'm Gekko, and these are my little crew.”

“Wingman,” The named gurgles excitedly, waving at you from the foot of Gekko's bed, “Dizzy, you know her!” The little blue fella nuzzles you and chirps, “Mosh,” The green little bunny bounces on your lap, “and my little troublemaker: Thrash.” She grunts something, coming closer to your side to let you pet her before going back to Gekko. 

“They are my friends, hope you can rely on them too.”

Taking his hand from across the bed, you return the smile, a strong and firm handshake in between, “I'm ____, glad to be your acquaintance.”

“Nah-ah! We are now friends, _____, yeah?”

Friends.

“Nice to meet you, Gekko.”

“Nice to meet you, too.”

#gekko x reader #seneitut writes #valorant fanfiction #yoru x reader #valorant x reader

[russilton]

I don’t really understand what George is asking (dum I know) but he seems really switched on to strategy so seems like he’s made a good call.

Aaand on another note.. I have not missed certain LH fans coming for George for *checks notes* thinking about his race.

Alright sorry it took me a minute to get here, I wanted to give you a proper answer and I’m flagging from post race adrenaline droop.

So to explain what George was asking- in essence he was suggesting the team might want to consider the possibility of inverting the cars in order to stop Charles from catching him and getting within his five second window. The purpose of this was to prevent the TEAM losing points should George be demoted a position with Charles too close.

What George made clear was that he intended to stay within 5 seconds of Lewis, so that no matter what, Lewis would then inherit the position when George’s penalty was applied. Why would he suggest this? The bonk with Perez likely caused George some damage. None of them knew in what way, but with f1 hits like that almost inevitably cause some damage, and in the slick conditions that could be enough for an undamaged Leclerc to catch them and take the place from George, and thus lose the team a couple constructors points.

This was honestly a very smart idea from George, and if it became clear Lewis wouldn’t catch Ocon AND Charles was gaining, it would have been a good idea to employ.

You end up preserving the points for the team without taking away any points from Lewis. It wouldn’t really gain George much other than a helping hand staying away from Charles, which yes he isn’t entitled to, but for the sake of the constructors and team, it would benefit them.

It ended up not really being practical to implement- Lewis was managing to challenge Esteban and couldn’t be distracted, and despite the lack of damage Charles kept slipping away from George, making the swap a moot point. It’s also worth remembering George has no idea the state of Lewis’ car or tires, for all he knows Lew has damage, or none at all.

He poses it as a suggestion bc that’s what it is- a suggestion for the team to consider. This is why I called the idea clever-

While in the end there’s no reason for them to implement it, it’s seriously impressive to see George thinking on his toes as to how he can protect the team position. We saw a similar thing with Alonso’s penalty in Jeddah. And ultimately I think it’s worth considering that If George felt comfortable enough voicing the suggestion, then it’s probably a kind of driving style the team has discussed and agreed on- working together for the greater haul of points rather than keeping utterly divorced from one another for the sake of “their own race.

It’s a direct opposite to how Alpine handled a penalty the year before in Monaco, where Alonso’s choice to back Lewis up ended up backing up his teammate into a train and costing him multiple positions to a 5 second penalty.

At no point does George demand they implement it, it’s something for them to discuss, and when the team lets him know they don’t think it will help, He doesn’t push it. This is a kind of behaviour I’d like to see from George AND Lewis, it’s the definition of teamwork and thinking outside the box.

As for how fans are taking it-‘I’ve said it time and time again, George could offer to suck Lewis’ dick on live tv and twitter would find a way to be angry about it. Some people jump to ridiculous conclusions very fast, but a couple of the dumbest ones I’ve seen are:

“This is George’s way of trying to cheat and gain a position”

It’s not, that he made clear, and if he had, it would be an idiotic move. The team would never trust his calls again and he would destroy any chance of being helped in future. Only an idiot would try to play that game. It comes back to radio behaviour- they don’t say perfectly worded things. George is chatty, he makes lots of suggestions and trusts his team to decide for him. Even I’ve occasionally gone “George mate that’s not practical, if you want that place, go and take it” but most of the time he’s just thinking out loud. That’s not a crime. Secondly:

“Thank god Bono stopped that idea cold”

I love Bono but Bono did nothing. Bono is an expensive jacked microphone that can also perform calming techniques. It’s not his job, He makes no solo strat calls, nor does he get to choose what he tells Lewis. The ONLY persons in the team with the ability to to reject stratergy calls are the strat team itself, Toto, and the Drivers (no one can make them do anything.)

I was listening to Lewis’ radio the entire race- it’s never even mentioned to him, meaning it’s never told to Bono. At best the idea would have passed from Marcus to strategy, and then either strategy or Toto ruled it out. Simple as that. And that’s fine, I really think it’s good for George and Lewis to pitch ideas for consideration without the expectation of implementing, and those kinds of unorthodox moves will take them above rival teams in future.

Look at Ferrari, they kept impeding each other all weekend and dragging themselves down. Merc want the opposite.

This is so not news it’s not even funny, it’s nothing; something truly mundane we should step straight by, but thanks to the true boredom that is Monaco and an already over hyped fanbase that needs to be given a sharp reminder by Lewis that he likes George, it’s been blown up beyond what’s necessary.

The boys did great today, that was the best result they could have secured. They both drove sensibly under pressure with very new very finicky cars, George did great to get a handle on his drive finally and Lewis did incredible well considering he said last night that he got his set up wrong. A win all things considered

#asks #anonymous #mark talks britcedes #marks driver meta #wank/rants #george russell #lewis hamilton

[the-torchwood-archive]

Toshiko Sato, you break my heart.

We spend two seasons watching her, seeing a woman who is beautiful and smart and clever and funny never be able to have something lovely for herself. Toshiko has no life outside of Torchwood. It's a statement intended to be cruel. It's also a statement truer than any of her teammates could have ever known.

She never learns Spanish, never dates, never learns the piano. Makes plans she has no intention of fulling. She stagnates because what's the point in doing otherwise? Why try to change when you're not the one in control of your life?

I wonder if she and Ianto spoke about that in the days after Lisa. Spoke about a life beholden to someone else. Living with a hand on the back of your neck, guiding you. It's okay because he's keeping you safe. It's okay because she loves you.

Did she look at him, his confidence growing, becoming important to the team, important to Jack and wonder why she couldn't quite bridge that gap? Why she couldn't take those first steps into building something for herself.

And yet, you have to wonder, where are those restrictions? When she has her own space, her own work, the ability to travel, to date, to see her family, where exactly is Jack exerting control over her life? To a woman whose freedom to make choices led to her rotting in a cell, maybe pretending that someone holds your leash is a comfort.

And so she never moves forward with plans. Never tries to make big changes. Because it's safer. Safer to stay within her box. Safer to bury herself in her work. Safer to love Owen, who will never love her back. Safer to pretend that things can't change, so why even try?

Who knows how close she was to the end of her term. Months, weeks, days. She wouldn't have left, of course. Too much wonder, too much beauty to ever leave. But she should have. Should have been given the chance to run and run fast. The safest place in Torchwood is as far away as possible.

Five years in exchange for your life. Your life to protect others. But who protects you?

#torchwood #toshiko sato #meta #s2 #fragments #tw spoilers

[dand-elle-ion]

Genshin Impact // He saves you

With: Xiao x gn reader

Words: 2,1k

Warnings: Display of (nearly) drowning, vomiting, but everyone lives ^^

“Oh, for Archon’s sake. Really now?”

Well, commissions have been easy today. Real easy even. And maybe it should have made you at least somewhat suspicious, how quick the hilichurls were to just give up and vanish. Maybe if you hadn’t spent most of your energy in running errands earlier that day your mind and body would have stayed more alarmed; And maybe you should’ve listened to your gut and be smart enough to not cross the thin bridge above the river, in a situation like this at least. Just maybe.

But that would have been really way too easy, right? Apparently, the two Abyss Mages that sneaked on to you thought the same; Because now they stand right in front of you on the bridge, blocking the way to the other side. That explains why the hilichurls have left the field so effortlessly, they knew they’d have a stronger backup.

It would usually be child’s play for you to beat them if it were under other conditions, far away from water for instance and preferably not while standing on a bridge. Moreover, they’re gathered in their most annoying combination ever –hydro and cryo - you just know it’s gonna be ugly.

The Abyss mage clutches its mask and disappears, only to reappear right behind you the next second. You swirl around, sword steady in your grip. Eyes switching between the two mages to your left and right, who without a doubt are aware that they’ve got the upper hand. With you surrounded in the middle of a bridge with no way to run and not much room to fight, there definitely is a slight concern arising within you.

Their giggling and cackling turn louder and more obnoxious with every passing second. But it is only once their little dance begins, that your heartbeat starts to rise. You clench your jaw in annoyance and take a careful step forward, summoning your sword into your hand.

“Well, then. Let’s get over with this,” you murmur, moving into a steady position. 

A sudden movement to your right. Your focus shifts away from the cryo mage timely to dodge the sudden icicles falling from above. You roll over and jump back up, right to water bubbles encircling you. One swift movement and they’re bursting in the air. Before you can even blink the hydro mage itself pops up, merely inches away from your face. You shriek, stumbling back from the sudden force of its shield.

They obviously didn’t come to play around; you notice that now. A personal consequence for destroying their schemes and shelters earlier, now they’re out for blood. Your blood. 

The main goal, alongside staying alive that’s it, is to get passed their shields. Once you manage to break their protective barrier, to reach their vulnerable bodies, you can finish them off quickly. And as long as you don’t get caught up between them both, you should be at least somewhat safe.

But that’s easier said than done as usual.

Abyss creatures, while quite small - one should never make the mistake of underestimating them. Especially when they work in teams, the chances of getting sliced up or cooked to death are quite high. You try to dodge their attacks as best as possible, their stupid bubbles, and their damn icicles dropping directly above you or slicing you up from beneath. There’s barely any chance to attack them yourself, let alone enough room to back off on this damn bridge! They clearly have a big advantage in this situation. And it’s utterly frustrating.

Your sore muscles soon begin to ache with every movement, and some injuries - while small - still ache and pulse painfully. But there is not even a second left for you to think; just pure instinct and adrenaline leading you forth. Ducking, defending, attacking, sprinting and holy shit they are everywhere! 

Somehow, though it takes a long time and some painful hits, you manage to break through the hydro mage’s tough shield. It’s with high satisfaction when you finally finish the abyss mage off for good. Enough with these fucking bubble traps everywhere. But there it is where you make your mistake. A moment where your focus is occupied, your concentration loose and an opportunity the cryo mage doesn’t let pass… 

It hurts, is what crosses your mind. White, hot pain suddenly spreading through your whole body and the next thing you register is falling through the air, wind whirling all around you. Then – a hard splash and the air being painfully knocked out of your lungs. 

.-o-.-o.-o.-o-.

You are fighting for breath. Gasp for air, gasp out of pain. But there’s only water filling up your lungs. You’re choking. Trying to swim up; Up, up, up. 

But where’s up? You don’t know.

You don’t know. 

It’s dark and so, so incredibly cold. Pressure keeps pushing you from every direction. Deeper down. Or higher up? You don’t know.

There’s only pain. And panic.

You can’t feel anything. Why can’t you feel anything? Your muscles don’t listen to you, your mind loses its focus.

Then – the current sweeps you against something solid. The ground?

No, no there’s sunlight shining through. Ice. But, why ice?

Pictures of abyss mages somewhere way above you. Dancing, snickering, condensing, and freezing up the water surface. Ice.

You’re trapped. Trapped, trapped, trapped!

No air.

Somewhere subliminal you register your hands sliding across the icy surface. Pushing, hitting. It burns.

Pathetic. You feel pathetic and utterly helpless. 

No air.

Dizzy, and so incredibly cold. Black dots start to fill your vision.

No, no, no. Not like that. Please. Not like that.

A face crosses your mind.

But it feels strangely comfortable, doesn’t it? It’s suddenly even warm and cosy. No more pain.

What a kind soul he is... 

You smile. At least it feels like it. 

.-o-.-o.-o.-o-.

Somewhere, in the back of your mind, some still conscious part of you registers something dragging you even deeper into the water.

But you don’t mind anymore. In fact, you barely even feel anything by now. Just this… warm, cosy state. Until-

Air!

An explosion of air, painful, hard, and shocking. It burns.

With a force you try to inhale it deeply, but your lungs are completely filled with water. It burns.

You feel hands reaching for you, grabbing your wrist. Your eyes flutter open and in the next moment you find yourself kneeling on wet grass, bend over, choking and coughing the soul out of you.

Out of reflex you reach for the nearest thing to stabilize yourself, which happens to be a shirt. A shirt that belongs to the pair of strong arms that’ve been holding you up all this time.

Xiao.

You hold to the cloth, the material clutches tightly in your fist while you keep throwing up, emptying your stomach and lungs of water and all sort of other things. Your head pounds vehemently, it’s hot and loud and incredibly nasty. But there’s finally some more amount of oxygen in your lungs, your brain.

You feel a hand on the small of your back, steadying you, while another keeps brushing back your hair, out of your face and away from your mouth.

Once it seemed everything has finally left your stomach and your lungs you lean your head against his shoulder. Mouth dry, and utterly exhausted

“Can you breathe again?”

You nod dizzily. “Hmm…” Your throat feels horribly sore, force of the cold returning all at once; Limbs shaking, and your hands practically numb from nearly ending up as an icy décor. They’re also pretty bloody from punching against the ice, you notice with a grimace.

“I’m taking you back to Wangshu Inn.” You hear Xiao say, causing your eyes to flicker back up to him.

His gaze is hard to make out. It reminds you of the way he looked once in Wangshu Inn, when he found you bruised and nearly bleeding out in his rooms after a particularly hard fight.

He doesn’t wait for a response. In hindsight you’re not even sure if you had been conscious enough to answer anyway. Overwhelmed, one might also say.

Gently Xiao adjusts and with ease lifts you up into his arms. A strong breeze arises and the next breath you take is inside Wangshu Inn, hands holding you close and protectively.

There is an agitated tension in the room. Xiao is quiet, his lips pressed into a hard line, but his movements are gentle and careful when he helps you sit down on a couch and wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. Then he kneels down in front of you, and you notice how hard he tries to prevent any worry from showing in his eyes, it causes your heart to clench a little.

“Tell me where else you’re injured,” he asks in a low voice, his fingers carefully grazing around the bruised and bloody skin of your hands. That’s when you notice that he too was soaking wet, but it doesn’t seem to bother him at all right now, perhaps another perk of his resilience.

“I can’t really feel anything right now, to be honest,” you answer and add a shaky chuckle to try and lighten up the mood a little. “My head hurts. Aside from that, I’m fine.” You nibble on your bottom lip to keep it from shaking.

Xiao draws his brows together, clearly not believing that you’re in any stance of ‘fine’. He supresses a sigh when he stands up again. “You should change your clothes first. I’ll be right back again.”

He makes sure you’re more or less okay to be left alone before he vanishes. Meanwhile you gather some spare clothes and head to the bathroom to change. You even consider taking a warm shover, but the thought to be in water again sends shivers down your spine that are not caused by the cold. Instead, with incredibly shaky fingers, you remove your wet clothes, leaving them hanging in the tub and change into fresh and wonderfully warm ones.

.-o-.-o.-o.-o-.

“I talked to Verr Goldet,” Xiao explains later once you’ve returned back into the bedroom. Now you are sittinh huddled under layers of blankets on the bed, a hot, steamy cup of tea in one hand, and enjoying the feeling of warmth filling you with every sip.

“She’ll send for the nearest healer as soon as possible,” he continues. Your eyes meet for a second, but he is quick to turn his focus back to your wounded hand in his.

These past minutes he’s been attending to your still bleeding and bruised hands with carefully, feather-light touches. The numbness and cold hasn’t left your body yet, and still - somehow his fingers grazing your wounded skin, sets your frozen limbs ablaze.

But he’s been quiet nearly the entire time until now, barely even met your eyes.

“Xiao…,” you softly.

He doesn’t look up, doesn’t react, too concentrated in his work. Or so one would assume; but you know him better.

When the defeating silence went on for another minute you extend your index finger out, gently tilting his chin to face you.

And there it is. The emotion he’s been bottling up ever since he saved you – guilt.

Though your headache seems to want to kill you and you feel nothing but complete and utter exhaustion you still manage to give him a reassuring and tender smile. “Thank you for saving me,” you whisper, softly running your fingers down through his strands of hair.

Xiao’s golden eyes flicker between yours, and you could nearly see the million thoughts running through his mind right now. For instance, he admires how talented you are in combat, how you deal with missions and danger - smart and independent. But sometimes he wishes you would rely more on him. Just a dot more, so he wouldn’t have to worry too much. But then again, he thinks, being with a mortal, or generally someone you love, always comes hand in hand with worry.

“Speaking of, how did you even find me?” you cut off his trail of thoughts. You reach for a pillow and place it on your lap.

“You called me.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “I did? Wow, honestly, I don’t even remember.” You really can’t recall to even have the chance of calling him. Was it maybe your subconscious?

Xiao sighs, rising up to his feed, contemplating you with an indefinable look. “That was a close call.”

“Literally,” you add, pulling the blankets closer to you.

You feel him pressing his lips upon your forehead. It’s just a small, soft kiss, but it warms your entire body. “You need rest now. Are you warm enough?”

“Hmm, not quite yet,” you muse softly and lean forwards a little. A cheeky smile grazing your lips. “One more kiss?”

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[toasttt11]

introducing maleah

Maleah Elise Barzal was born July 31, 1999, the second born of her parents Mike and Nadia. She has an older brother Matthew and a younger sister Liana.

Maleah has always been extremely smart from a young age and she seemed to just pick up knowledge easily, she got accepted into Harvard University at the age of 15.

She joined her first year of college in 2016 where she met her absolute best friend in the whole world, John Marino. He was a few years older than her but they hit it off completely.

Maleah has loves anything to do with fashion, since she could hold up a crayon she was drawing out outfit ideas, she got a sewing machine at a young age and would always make her own clothes.

She started her own fashion business and it blew up right away, she had hundreds of modeling agency’s wanting her to be their designer and many fashion companies reaching out wanting her on their design teams, but she denied all of them and continued to have her business grow.

Her business grew extremely large and became one of the biggest companies in the world within just a few years.

She started her own modeling agency connected to her fashion business and many models left their old agency’s to join Maleah’s. After she got her degree from Harvard she decided it was time to invest in large building for her business, she had many smaller shops across the county but she chose New York and bought a skyline building and that is the city she moved to after College with her son.

Maleah growing up had always played hockey and she loved playing and she was an insanely good hockey player but during the end of high school her business started to get bigger and she didn’t have time to keep playing hockey so she stopped playing but will still get on the ice to play with family.

Maleah had met John in 2016 and Mat had met Anthony in 2015, Maleah and Mat had both met their best friends and of course they introduced them to each other, and then most vacations or summer plans the four of them spent together.

Maleah feels like she has three brothers not just one. Anthony quickly adored Maleah and told everyone he adopted her as his little sister and Maleah didn’t have anyone she wanted to be the godmother of her son besides her sister so Anthony was her son’s other godfather.

She had been in a relationship for a few months in 2018 before she found out she was pregnant and her ex immediately signed off all of his parental rights and was never on her son’s birth certificate.

Malakai Jules Barzal was born July 13, 2019 to his mother Maleah Barzal, He joined her for her last year in College before they moved and lived permanently in a penthouse in New York.

John was the one who was by her side for the whole birth and took care of her throughout the pregnancy and let her almost break his hand while she was giving birth, he was without a doubt the one she named her sons godfather.

Malakai looks exactly like his mother and their is nothing about him that looks like Maleah’s Ex, Maleah loves her sons blonde curls as it reminds her of her own.

Malakai has always been on the shyer side and doesn’t like being around a lot of people unless it’s to play hockey, he seems to picked up his hockey and art skills from his mother.

Malakai really likes to cook in the kitchen with his mom, which helps her out a lot because she hates cooking but cooking with her son makes it enjoyable.

Nico saw Malakai for the first time in 2017 when the Devils were playing at the Islanders and he thought he just saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, when he went to try and find her she had disappeared from where he saw. From them he always looked extra in the crowd when playing the Islanders hoping to see her again.

#maleahbarzalau #nhl x reader #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #jh86 #nico hischier #nico hischier x oc #jack hughes x oc #quinn hughes x oc #luke hughes x oc #john marino #john marino x oc #jm6 #lh43 #qh43 #mat barzal #new york islanders #nj devils

[movedmovedsoup]

Bruce Yamada x gn ! reader

“sore loser!”

i think we can all agree bruce needs some love on here😭💕 but first off i just wanna say thank you ! to @robinsrelic who helped me a whole lot with this prompt !! you should totally go check her out her writing is incredible !! //

@an34l your ask was similar to this !

you were new to the denver area. originally from arizona, you had moved across the state because of a job opportunity your aunt had about two or so weeks ago. you lived with her since you were a baby, you didn’t question anything about your parents. it was the least of your concern. but what was the number one concern for you, the number one priority for you. was baseball. you had been playing the sport for quite a while, from classes to little league, to some type of professional team. and the moment you heard that north denver had something to offer, that being a baseball team you almost wasted no time signing up for try outs, that happened to fall on today. the few new friends you had would describe you as a all around good person. you were all the basics, kind, smart, helpful. but one of the many human flaws you had was that..you were kinda of a sore loser. you absolutely loved to win, no matter what. despite the love you had for winning you always tried not to play dirty. knowing it was basically cheating and you couldn’t stand that. sure, you could be annoying and cocky but it was only on the field when you got fired up. outside of the game you were a good natured person. well as good as you could be. everyone had flaws of course. but today was the day, try outs of course.

you could feel pride swelling within your chest as you did some last minute warm ups to make sure you weren’t rusty one bit. once deeming yourself un-rusty and presentable, you ushered your aunt to drive you over to the park. to which she happily obliged, aunt alice loved watching you play, as she was the one who got you into baseball as a pastime in the first place. before it became all that you could live and breath. once hitting the ball park you could feel yourself slightly clam up. sure this was always, always, always going to happen. when coming to a new environment of course you were going to be nervous. checking in with the coach he sat you down in one of the cages with the rest of the people who were trying out. you kept a sharp eye on each and everyone of them who were going before you. seeing the flaws and mistakes they made with their form, batting technique and how fast they were. until it was you up there, almost like those rats you dissect for science in fourth period. being watched from every angle on how you look and the abilities you have. adjusting the smallest bit of attention onto who was being the pitcher you raised the smallest brow, the expression wasn’t noticeable under the baseball cap. you weren’t to judge but the pitcher was a rather scrawny boy, with frizzy curls popping out of his cap. despite putting the smallest bit of attention into him, once you saw the baseball in mind air you immediately went into action.

gripping the bat so hard your knuckles turned a slight white, you aligned yourself with the bat and the hurling ball. praying that the good hand to eye coordination would come to show in your moves. the minute you hit the ball and when the aggressive noise made it to your ears you wasted no time dropping the bat and running for it. but from the corner of your eye, realizing the ball was nowhere to be seen and a grin and the realization had hit you.

you had struck a homerun.

oh how you absolutely basked in that mini moment of glory. now the smirk was undeniable, everyone who looked at you could see it as you sped walk to the bases. looking over at the coach as he looked back at you, nodding with a light smile of approval before yelling out something to the other team. “this kid is already pretty good!! watch out bruce i think you got some competition!”

your world seemed to very quickly take a halt as you looked over at the coach with a more, confused look per say. with eyebrows furrowed and that grin getting slapped silly off of you, you didn’t like the idea of someone being as good as you. but at the same time, ‘competition’ the word made the grin slowly come back onto your face. it meant you were better and greater than this bruce dude. who was he anyway?? as break time was called for the coaches to decided who and who they didn’t want on their team, you dug through the duffle bag you brought with you. bringing out a bottle of water as a voice from behind started to speak to you. “god..your arm is mint..! you definitely had me right there, giving me a run for my money…?” the boy, who you concluded to be that bruce guy from earlier trailed off in his sentence. probably just then realizing he didn’t know your actual name. with a sharp turn to look over at him, your back originally facing him. “y/n” you started. “my name is y/n you are bruce right?” you asked with a raised brow. the boy seemed to immediately brighten up more, if that was even possible considering he was beaming at the fact you knew his name. but it wasn’t the cocky, ‘oh yeah you know my name’ but more of a ‘oh! you know my name!’ type of beaming. with a small sigh you returned back to your bag, throwing it over your shoulder as you soon tried to walk away from him.

only to hear footsteps quickly following after your own. as bruce quickly went to your side, sticking by it. he looked at you with a confused expression as he semi-expected you to at least speak a little. which..you some what did. “yes bruce ?? is there anything else you need?” you asked curiously as you sat down on the bleachers. subtly surprised as bruce quickly took a seat next to you. “er…i was wondering how’d you get into baseball? you’re pretty amazing at it ! you definitely impressed the coaches-“ “flattery doesn’t work on me bruce” you cut him off with a shake of your head, the two of you quickly put your attention back into the coaches as they announced who was on the team and who wasn’t. of course your name was announced for being on ‘high mountain lions’

you thought the name was stupid but didn’t complain a whole bunch. now you had something to waste time on. as you got ready to leave bruce had walked over and congratulated you on earning a spot on the team. his opponent team. when your lips curled into a grin he took this as a friendly gesture, quickly returning the smile before you let out a small laugh and shook your head. “ pretty boy bruce you can’t be all chummy with me..” you paused for a moment looking straight at him. “who knows maybe the coaches might wake up one day and decide i surpass your skills?” you knew exactly what nerve to hit him with, he seemed shocked by your words as you simply sighed. “have a nice day.” and with that, you walked off to home.

now that was about a month ago. from there on bruce had been giving his absolute all in the games against your team, which you definitely didn’t mind he was giving you the same energy back. yet he was absolutely persistent in going against you specifically. and he got his wish. but it ended up with your team loosing the biggest game of the season. and you felt like it was all your fault. you went up to the batting cage ready to bat, you hit the ball as per usual and ran to the first base, as you were running your glance had lingered to bruce. his eyes already on you and extremely unexpectedly. he had winked at you, with his usual sunny side smile. the action had definitely caught you off guard. making your jaw go slack for a minute before making contact with the grass. tripping over your own feet and sliding on the grass, staining your crisp white uniform pants with grass stains. you were supposed to be the tie breaker and here you were. on the ground, baseball cap slightly dropped down on your head. as the enemy team lifted bruce and cheered him on.

remember how you hated loosing? yeah, well this was definitely not your day. you just got finished shaking hands with the other team, admittedly a little aggressive. it was smeared all over your face, from the furrowed eyebrows, clenched fist and the mixture of the pouting lip and strong frown you had. there was no hiding you were absolutely bummed out. as you shook hands with bruce he chuckled slightly at the attitude you had. “seems like the coaches might not swap me out will they?” he whispered over to you. to which you simply rolled your eyes and scoffed, yanking your hand away from his before getting dismissed and grabbing your equipment going into the changing rooms to get back into your normal clothing. as you stepped out taking a sharp turn before almost bumping into bruce. who seemed equally as surprised. you crossed your arms defensively already not in the mood.

“now what is it now bruce? god you just don’t give up do you?“ you asked with a hint of amusement in your voice. adjusting the stance you had, leaning on one of the polls of the bleachers. you didn’t know why but you found yourself fighting a smile. as much as you were up his neck bickering at him for anything he did, you oddly found it enjoying. quickly scattering your attention back to bruce as he spoke. “i was thinking..to make up for your horrible-“ he quickly cut himself off once seeing the scowl on your face. “i mean your unfortunate win.” oh now he was just teasing with you. chuckling he shook his head dismissively, a stray curl resting in the middle of his forehead. “no need to get hostile” “oh i’ll show you hostile-“ not allowing you to actually show him what hostility really was, he swiftly slung your equipment bag over his shoulder. “i was wondering if..you’d like to go to that arcade off of 18th street..?” his voice was hesitant and his eyes slightly closed. possibly expecting the worse from you. he was never like this when he asked out any of the other girls or when he just casually spoke with them. it took you a minute to actually realize what he was saying. you blinked twice to comprehend it. with an exaggerated sigh you pretended to think about it and nodded.

“now you are so glad you are growing on me pretty boy bruce.” you teased, letting the smallest smile slip out. to which bruce seemed to get a kick out of. before sighing and shaking his head. “didn’t i tell you to please stop calling me that?” you simply shrugged with a sly smile, before taking his arm pulling it along as you walked. trying to fight off the burning sensation you felt in your face. before tugging him down to your level. “next game i’m gonna win and you better not try to play dirty.” unlike your usual semi-empty threats this one definitely didn’t sound like one at all. from all the giddiness you had felt dancing around in your stomach you couldn’t help but turn away and laugh a little as bruce watched in admiration. as the two of you started to walk again, hands inching towards each other little by little . admiring the nice sky above you two, accompanied by finney blake’s rocket shooting up into the sky.

maybe loosing wasn’t exactly bad this time?

#bruce yamada #the black phone 2022 #bruce yamada x reader #the black phone x reader #vance hopper x reader #the grabber #billy showalter #robin arellano #vance hopper #vance hopper x you #finney blake #finney blake x reader #finney the black phone #bruce yamada the black phone #gwen blake #the blackphone

[natsuki208]

Paradis! A World without Titans - Character infos 🏫

Here’s a summary of the 104th Squad within my AOT Modern AU, hope you enjoy. (Spoiler free for my friend)

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Eren Jaeger (15) - A teen boy who’s hot tempered but meaningful towards people he cares for. He lives a normal life from home to school, but he always seeks the thrill of adventure. But he won’t unless his friends are dragged along for the ride.

Mikasa Ackerman (15) - She’s strong as an ox, best student during gym classes, yet doesn’t know how to open up emotions to others. Mikasa’s been friends with Eren since they met as kids, and I think she’s starting to grow feelings for him.

Armin Arlert (15) - The childhood best friend of Eren before Mikasa. Very smart and is relied on by everyone at school. His parents are off working in another country so he’s currently living with his grandpa. A book nerd with no shame.

Jean Kirstein (15) - Has a temper like Eren yet he despises him most of the time. He sometimes comes off as an arrogant jerk but deep down cares for people. The captain of the school’s soccer team. Currently dating his old friend, Marco.

Marco Bodt (16) - An angel personified. This freckled boy is always kind and thoughtful and basically the voice of reason within his friend group. He has a part time job at the local library down town. Currently dating his old friend, Jean.

Connie Springer (15) - Even though he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, he’s fun to be around and can often be a prankster. Spends most of his free time playing video games, which results in him sleeping halfway through his classes.

Sasha Braus (16) - This fun loving girl comes from a country background; her family moved to the town a generation ago. She likes food a bit too much, whenever people see her, she always has some snack or meal in her hands. Hangs out with Connie.

Christa Lenz (15) - She comes across to most people as ‘the star pupil of the school’ with her well-mannered behaviour, but she’s really not the pure image they all believe. She’s in charge of the school dance club. Currently dating Ymir.

Ymir (17) - Not much is known about this sly, sarcastic girl, hence why she barely has people to hang out with (except Christa). She does often show a caring side, but she quickly brushes it off with more sarcasm. Currently dating Christa.

Reiner Braun (17) - The ‘big brother’ type of guy and aces at any physical activity, in and out of school. Strengths are soccer and giving advice to friends, his weakness? Dogs. Mainly the big ones. Childhood friends with Bertholdt.

Annie Leonhart (16) - Just like Mikasa, she’s a very skilful and athletic girl, but is a lot more shy and quiet so prefers spending time on her own. Although talks to Reiner and Bertholdt occasionally, only because she knows them more.

Bertholdt Hoover (16) - Unlike Reiner who’s an extrovert, Bertholdt is an introvert. Spends most of this time reading at home or talking with animals outside in the school gardens. Childhood friends with Reiner and has a secret crush on Annie.

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[yonkimint]

Without You [Yoongi x Reader, Hobi x Reader]

11. Meanwhile ✎

y/n presses her palm to her stomach, wondering if the flutters are from nerves or the baby. Realistically, she knows it’s too soon for even her to be able to feel the baby but she’d rather believe that than that Hobi — no, Jay — is the cause.

He sits across from her and rolls his iced coffee cup from palm to palm. She can’t stop staring at him or the roundness of his cheeks or the glow that seems to emanate off his skin. His eyes are bright and his lips curl in an easy smile. Sunshine. How had she forgotten how bright he is? How had she lived in darkness while he’d been gone?

“Hi,” she says for the fourth time, propping her elbow on the table and dropping her chin into her hands. She feels a little dizzy, either from nerves or pregnancy — again, she doesn’t know.

“Hi,” he repeats, laughing.

y/n blinks herself out of her stupor, “Sorry! We can’t just say one word back and forth all night! It’s so good to see you! How was New York?” Every word out of her mouth feels too loud, too overly excited.

“It was good,” he tells her and then amends, “It was work.”

y/n nods. The boys are always traveling for work and she knows the drill. Jay must be extra busy though. She knows he’s been hustling since he left Bangtan and the safety net of a management team. She also knows he’s been highly successful here in America. He sells out shows within minutes and his concerts are legendary. And he’s been doing it alone.

“Recording?” she asks. Jay shakes his head.

“Press. It’s exhausting,” he admits.

She takes a sip of her coffee, nodding, “I bet. You must be glad to be home!”

Jay only shrugs but then gestures to her, “What about you? How are you settling into LA life?”

y/n wonders if she should tell him everything. There’s a part of her that wants to but what kind of person puts all of that on a friend that she has basically abandoned for the last two years? Jimin had coached her to be gentle with Jay, to go easy on him, and telling him that his ex-best friend knocked her up and she’s planning on raising it as a single parent seems like a lot of drama to spring on a person in general, much less in this specific situation.

“Honestly, it’s not going quite how I imagined it would,” she hedges, leaving enough of an opening for him to coax it out of her but not overtly enough that he can’t gloss over it. He nods sympathetically.

“Clearly not if you reached out to me,” he says.

“I didn’t know you were here until Jimin told me or I would have done it sooner, sir!” she scolds him gently, her nose scrunched at his unvoiced accusation. He’s still hurting from losing the Bangtan family.

“Okay, okay,” he laughs, “I believe you! But really, I never thought you’d leave Yoongi’s side. What made you move halfway around the world?”

y/n’s cheeks flood with color and she trains her gaze on her coffee cup. How much should she tell him? How much does he actually care to know? His hand slides across the table, his tapered fingers drumming the wood to get her attention.

“You can tell me, y/n,” he says, the words soothing and gentle on his tongue like he already has an idea of what has happened. y/n presses her lips together. Her eyes have started to smart with tears. This has to be the pregnancy. She is not a crier.

“It’s so stupid,” she whispers.

Jay’s fingers creep closer to her hand until his fingertips brush her bone white knuckles to loosen her death grip on her coffee mug. Tears spill over at the softness of his touch. It’s the smallest gesture but y/n realizes suddenly that no one has been this gentle with her without expectation in a long time.

“Yoongi is stupid,” Jay teases, prying her fingers off the mug, “Tell me what happened.”

“You don’t really think that, do you?” y/n asks, peering up at him through tear-soaked lashes. Jay presses his lips together. He’s not happy with Yoongi after all this time and it’s unfair of y/n to ask him to lie for her own comfort. She shakes her head, catching her mistake, “I mean, he is stupid. It’s just investing all that time in him makes me stupid too, doesn’t it?”

Jay shakes his head, “Of course not! Well, maybe a little. Tell me what happened and I’ll decide!”

y/n can’t help but laugh because if she tells the full story, he’ll know she’s a lot more than stupid, “Well, I didn’t move halfway around the world just to get away from a boy but it was pretty good incentive! I actually got a really great job offer with a media firm that operates in both Seoul and LA and they asked if I wanted the experience in the US and I would be stupid not to take advantage of an offer like that.”

Jay nods, “That’s true. Experience in the States is gold in Korea.”

y/n is glad that Jay understands the way that no one else back home seems to. Even Jimin and Irene, who have been the most supportive, still haven’t made it through a whole conversation without asking her why she didn’t just stay in Seoul.

“Exactly! But I guess no one else saw it that way… especially Yoongi who threw a huge tantrum about it and now I’m here and I thought it was going to be a fresh start finally but I guess life doesn’t want to give me that,” she sighs.

“Yoongi still won’t let it go?” Jay asks.

“No, he blocked me.”

“Oh.” A silence stretches between them while Jay tries to piece together the story from the bare bones she has given him. He shrugs, “Is that a good or bad thing?”

“It’s a thing,” y/n grumbles. She sees the question in Jay’s face and she knows she has to explain the whole story for any of this to make sense, “I’m personally fine with it. Like I miss him but it’s easier to move on knowing he’s not following me and it would have been fine except he left me with a… present that kind of changes the whole trajectory of my life.”

“That’s not cryptic,” Jay teases, “What did he give you? A ring?”

y/n laughs sardonically and lets the bomb drop, “No, a baby.”

Jay’s mouth drops open. For several long seconds of shocked silence, they just stare at each other. y/n winces after five seconds. She shouldn’t have told him. It was too much too soon. She’s the first to break eye contact but Jay is the first to break the silence.

“Dumpling baby,” he breathes.

y/n, whose thoughts have raced on to how she can politely excuse herself and how soon it would take an Uber to pick her up and take her back to her apartment so she can bury herself alive, blinks at him. It takes several more seconds for his words to register but when they do, she bursts out laughing.

“What?” she cries between belly aching giggles, “Did you just call it a dumpling baby?”

Jay is laughing now too, tears springing to his eyes at the image of a little baby with fat, dumpling cheeks that take up its whole face. He swipes at the excess liquid after he’s calmed himself, “Yoongi’s mom always tells him he looks like a steamed dumpling. I’m sorry, it’s the first thing I thought of that wasn’t ‘what the fuck?’!”

y/n breathes deeply through her nostrils until she’s calmed down too, pressing a calming hand to her belly where a microscopic baby who probably doesn’t even have cheeks yet is growing inside her. She didn’t realize how heavy she had been feeling until she was able to laugh. She smiles at Jay.

“Oh, I didn’t know how much I needed this. I feel like I’ve been in this horrible pit of despair since I found out about this,” she admits.

“I can see why,” Jay says, his eyebrows furrowed now that he’s sobered up from the dumpling baby image. He squeezes her fingers which are still tangled in his, “You’ve been dealing with this all alone, haven’t you?”

y/n sniffles, her throat suddenly tight again with Jay’s gentleness, and shakes her head, “I mean, Jimin knows and I told Irene a few days ago.”

“But?” 

Even though she’s uttered a complete sentence, he can sense that it’s not a complete thought and he nudges her to say the rest of what’s on her mind. He promised himself he was going to remain aloof at this meeting, keep her at arm’s length after everything that happened back in Korea, but Jay has to admit he’s always had a soft spot for y/n and even now — especially now — he wants to comfort her.

“But they think I should tell Yoongi and I don’t want him to have one more thing he can manipulate me about even if he deserves to know, you know?” y/n says all of this in one breath but Jay nods.

He has been on the receiving end of Yoongi’s manipulation more than once. Not that Yoongi has ever done it on purpose. He just knows how to work a situation to get what he wants and he always gets what he wants. Except for Jay. And now, maybe, except for y/n.

“I know,” he says.

“I’m sorry for putting all that on you,” y/n says suddenly, pulling her fingers free of his and taking a long drag of her cooled coffee, “I’m sure the last thing you wanted to do was get dragged back into Bangtan drama.”

“It sounds like you don’t want to be a part of it either,” he replies.

y/n lifts her gaze to him, caught by surprise by his astute assessment. “Am I heartless if I don’t tell Yoongi?”

Jay shrugs, “He’ll think you are. What’s your plan if it gets back to him? Are you sure Jimin and Irene won’t tell him?”

“They won’t. I threatened to not let them see the baby either if they did,” y/n says, her cheeks coloring in shame at her own manipulative moves to protect this baby’s existence from its father, “And before you say anything, I do feel bad about that.”

“I think you need to do what you think is necessary for you to be happy and for you and your baby to be safe,” Jay says, his answer political and neither endorsing or condemning her actions.

y/n nods, “Agreed.”

“So you’re keeping the baby?”

“Of course!”

“Didn’t you just start a new job? How are you going to handle a newborn by yourself on top of all that?” he asks.

y/n purses her lips, a little furrow forming between her brows, “I still have nine months before I need to worry about that.”

“Doctor's appointments? Baby clothes? Food? Furniture? Childcare?”

Is he trying to overwhelm her? y/n can’t tell but she knows he’s right. There is a lot she needs to work out if she’s really going to have this baby all on her own. She knows it would be easier to go back to Korea, to get help from her family, from Yoongi but she came to the States to carve out her own path and the baby, though unexpected, is a part of that.

“I’ll figure it out,” she hedges because she doesn’t have answers for any of this.

Jay rolls his eyes, “It’s okay to ask for help, y/n. Even if it’s just to have someone go to your appointments with you or keep you company while you build cribs and shit.”

y/n presses her lips together, “I couldn’t ask you for that, Jay! I don’t want you to think I met up with you today just for your help with the baby.”

“No, you met up so we could catch up and it’s obvious that you need a friend out here and you seem to not be understanding that I would also like to have a familiar face in my life again and since you’re going to spend every moment you’re not working preparing for that baby, I’m here for that too. If you want me to be, I mean.” he says.

“I—I want that very much actually.”

“Then when is your next doctor’s appointment? I’ll come along!” he offers.

Feeling a little bit of hope that this situation wouldn’t be totally helpless, y/n pulls out her phone, scrolling through her calendar for her initial appointment with her highly recommended OBGYN.

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[16bruises]

Victims of Time

Vampire / Kas(?) Eddie x gn Reader

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“Love bleeds you dry until the red organ ceases to beat.”

-Sonya Watson

When Eddie died in the upside down he never thought he’d wake up and never go back to sleep.

Every day is just a continuation of the day before. Every day was March 27, 1986.

He died to everyone who knew him but he didn’t really die. Whatever venom that was within those demo bats did this.

The world seemed like it was mocking him when The Lost Boys came out in 1987; teasing him for being lost —for basically being a godforsaken creature with a thirst for blood.

He hated seeing how the people he loved move on from his death, or at least attempt to move on, and in one case; not move on at all. He hated that he left his people.

The one, unfortunate person, who wasn’t able to move on was his Uncle Wayne.

Wayne loved Eddie. Nothing would ever take or change the love he felt for his son. Certainly not death.

Eddie watched in horror over the course of 2 years, his uncle slowly falling apart from the inside out.

Wayne passed away on March 22, 1989. He had a nice funeral. Eddie watched it from far away, not like anyone was searching for him or would notice his presence.

Nancy Wheeler had made it a priority to check in with Wayne every Monday and Thursday, she was distraught when she heard about his death, she hadn’t noticed any sudden changes, no startling decline in health or anything.

Nancy and Wayne had an unlikely friendship, so in honor of him, she wrote a genuinely lovely article about him. Eddie still holds onto that newspaper and rereads that article from time to time.

The three people who tried moving on were Dustin, Lucas, and Steve.

Eddie’s chest tightens when he thinks about how horrific and traumatizing his “death” must’ve been for Dustin.

Dustin tried to stay positive and even handed off the guitar pick necklace Eddie once wore to Wayne, thinking it’d give him closure. But it didn’t. Nothing seemed to.

Eddie doesn’t really know if Dustin ever moved on. He moved away though, that he knows for certain.

He moved to Utah, presumably to live closer to Suzie.

-

Lucas, while battling the grief of losing Max, was trying to battle the loss of Jason, Chrissy, and Eddie.

Lucas doesn’t like to admit it, in fact, he hates coming across little crumbled up and ripped pieces of notebook paper that contain the neat handwriting that once belonged to Chrissy Cunningham or a dusty stack of Polaroids showing him with the basketball team.

He hates that he knew them. He hates that he knows how much Jason adored Chrissy and was completely head over heels for her. He hates that he can remember the countless times Jason would just talk and talk and talk about Chrissy.

He hates how he, deep deep in his mind, feels like to an extent Jason’s actions were justifiable —redeemable even.

He hates finding little notes from Chrissy in his bag or in his pockets, especially the ones from right after he and Max split because Chrissy would pass him notes in class asking how he was handling things and if he was doing alright.

And he hates more than almost anything how he was so sure he was going to be able to talk to Eddie after everything.

Lucas Sinclair is somewhat of a shell of the happy boy he once was. It hurt to watch him go visit Max every day until her body was no longer held in the hospital. Then to watch him visit her and bring her flowers, that almost hurt more. They were both only kids.

Lucas was smart though, always was. He got a good job, as far as Eddie could tell. He always bought really really nice flowers for Max and made sure to keep her headstone as clean as possible. He always wore nice clothes to visit her.

-

Steve had a hard time moving on but he also didn’t stick around for too long for Eddie to tell for sure.

Steve felt like shit about Eddie. He was always quick to judge Eddie, quick to talk shit about him. Steve watched Eddie be so himself so easily and it pissed him off.

Steve left in the early months of 1990, he and Robin left together and moved to New York together.

-

Nancy moved on from Eddie’s death. Yes, she was sad, especially for his friends and family. She wasn’t in either of those groups to him though.

Eddie appreciated her though.

She didn’t stay hung up on him and was able to help Wayne during the little time he had left.

-

You, however. Tore Eddie apart. He’s no stranger to being selfish when it came to you. He just despises how often he finds himself trying to justify why he didn’t want you to move on.

The thought of you falling apart as Wayne did brings Eddie to his knees and tears to his eyes.

At times he wishes you would’ve just left before you had been able to move on. But you never did. Kinda

Eddie watched you grieve, for a long long time. But sometime in the summer of 1988, you started to become who you were before. Slowly but surely you recovered from the grief.

Eddie watched you cry for Wayne, the process of grief starting all over again, but a little different this time. Yes, your heart broke at the news of Wayne dying, but not in the same way your heart shattered at the news of Eddie’s.

Eddie watched you recover once again, he watched you make new relationships, he watched you grow and loved you consistently the entire time.

When you were 46 you were diagnosed with lung cancer. Figures, you used to smoke with Eddie and picked up chain smoking for a few years after he “passed”

you didn’t make it to 50.

Eddie felt like he was going to flip his body inside out when he found out you died. He had never, and hasn’t since, cried that hard before.

He found out about 2-3 days after you had actually died. Which almost made it worse for him.

He had existed for a few days, not even knowing you weren’t there anymore.

-

While you never made it to your 50th birthday, Eddie did. He wrote you a long, long letter and left it folded (as neatly as he could manage), at your headstone along with the pretties wildflowers he could find.

He hated thinking about birthdays, it makes him realize how much time has passed. How long he’s been dead to his loved ones.

Eddie’s most recent birthday was his 95th- stings.

He doesn’t like how he’s begun to recognize more and more names while he walks through the cemetery to visit you every night.

-

Eddie only likes one thing he did over the course of the past 75-ish years he’s been cursed.

He remembers everything about it…

He loves that this curse seemingly tattoos some memories in every corner of his mind.

It was just past 8, it was a warm night in 1987. It was September 28th.

You were trying to clean up your room, but you came across a box that had a ton of old pictures, letters, gifts, and cassettes from Eddie.

He watched your neutral expression fall into one of distress, then to one of pure sorrow as you carefully lifted the contents of the box close to you, holding a photo of you and Eddie to your chest as you shakily placed one of the cassettes into your cassette player before hesitantly continuing to sift through the box.

Eddie could hear the sound of his own guitar playing fill the room. He’d been so strict with the rules he harshly laid upon himself but something about this situation hurt too much.

It hurt to watch, to hear, to be the centerpiece of your suffering.

He couldn’t control himself when he heard a sob break from you. He yanked your window until it was fully open, catching your attention with the sounds of his heavy footsteps.

He remembers the light gasp that escaped you when he looked back towards you.

You still held the photo to your chest as you hesitantly stood up and stepped closer to Eddie.

He could see the tears that hadn’t yet escaped your lower lashes.

“Hey Baby”

Your eyebrows furrowed, you didn’t understand what was happening. You thought maybe this was a grief thing. You thought that maybe you were so stricken with grief your broken mind is now resorting to hallucinating Eddie in your room.

But no, he was there.

He reached out and held your face, bringing you closer to him.

”What is this?”

Eddie kissed you, repeatedly in an attempt to silence to the confusion you were feeling.

“Don’t worry about it- don’t worry about any of it right now” He kissed you probably a million times that night. He held you and told you he loved and missed you and cried with you until you fell asleep.

He brushed the hair away from your face, leaned over, and pressed lingering kisses to your face and your lips.

He slipped out the window and slid it back shut the way it had initially been.

-

He stole quite a few things from your home after you passed away, so he’d always have some parts of you, but he gave you two final gifts to try to make up for it before your casket was closed forever and put in the ground.

Even though he was only 20 before he “died” and you were only about 19 at the time- he knew he wanted to marry you, without a doubt.

He saved up, Wayne even pitched in as a way to show his support for Eddie, and Eddie bought you a pretty ring he was going to propose to you with.

He slipped that ring onto your ring finger and slid a guitar pick into your palm before closing your fingers around it for you.

He pressed his lips to your cold knuckles, taking in your face for the last time.

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