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ahgasegotarmy116 · 5 months

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Do it for Him | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and your husband can't conceive but you will do everything in your power to make it possible to pacify his father's wishes. Little did you know your father in law is a little too willing to help. Pairing: fem!reader x Father in Law Jungkook Word Count: 2.8k Warnings: Yändere, and manipulation into cheating and explicit language. a/n: This is my first time writing something like this so I'm not really sure how I did. There's gonna be a part two for sure so this is more like the introduction part of the Yandere aspect and setting up the plot. And a special thanks to @coralmusicblaze for the request <3

"Wait please, let's talk about this" I say running down the stairs after my husband. "You heard the doctor yourself, we can't have children" he rushes to say but decides to stop in his tracks, his back to me still. "They didn't say we can't, they just said it would be more difficult. There are still options available to us" I say hoping to reassure him.

"First I'm a shit son for wanting to marry someone I love instead of marrying for money" he says bitterly looking towards me. "A now I'm an even worse son because I can't 'continue the family line' so his corporate empire can continue or whatever the fuck he talks about" he says as he continues to beat himself up about something that isn't even his fault.

"We'll work through this. We can keep trying and we will continue going to the doctor to see if they can help as well okay?" I say rubbing his arm. "It'll all be okay as long as we stick together" I say holding the side of his face softly encouraging him to look at me. "Okay?" I question, waiting for his agreement.

He looks in my eyes, seeing my dedication to him and he nods his head, whispering a quick okay before placing a soft kiss on my lips. "Everything will work out, I promise" I say wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him close to me and he returns it right away, holding me in a firm embrace until the car pulls around, the driver opening the door for us.

"Where are we going?" I ask, seeing that we've missed the turn to go home. "We have to go tell my parents" he says with a clenched jaw. "What? Now? We only just found out, shouldn't we at least take some time to think about this?" I ask concerned with what might happen if we tell them while he's still in a vulnerable state of mind. "I would rather just get it over with so they won't pester us about it anymore. Let's just tell them that we're having trouble conceiving and we're going to go to a doctor to see if they can help. That way the blame can't be put on either of us" he reasons and I nod my head in agreement.

"Hey" he says grabbing my hand making me look up at him. "You know I love you right?" he says and runs his thumb along my knuckles. I nod my head and give him a tight lipped smile, putting up a strong front for him. Truth is, this is just as upsetting for him as it is for me, if not more. No one wants to admit that they need help with something that is supposed to happen naturally, between a man and woman that love each other. A child made with love...

"So basically your dick doesn't work" Mr. Jeon says, not pulling any punches. "Honey please" Mrs. Jeon says, trying to reign him back in which helps a bit. "My dick works just fine" my husband says ultimately taking on a defensive stance against his father. "First you beg me to give you my blessing to marry her, and now after all of that you're not able to do the one thing that I am asking you to do for our family. We need an heir to inherit the company and I want to see that happen now" his father says standing up and walking out of his office that we all had gathered in. "Let me talk to him" my mother in law says with a pained expression, "No, it's fine I'll go" I say standing up and giving her a kiss on the cheek telling her not to worry.

"I'm not interested in a lecture about the children" my father in law says with his back turned to me, clearly thinking it was his wife who has come to reason with him. "I'm not interested in doing that either" I say walking closer to him where he is standing on his balcony, over looking the city. He turns to face me and takes in my form for a little longer than I had hoped he would, his eyes dragging up my figure, lingering on my chest before turning back around. "I'm sorry you had to see that" he says not bothering to spare me a second glance.

I decide to walk up to the railing next to him and take in the view as well, breathing in the fresh air and trying to regain some sense of peace before I try speaking again. "It's his fault isn't it?" he questions, still looking out at the scene in front of him. "It isn't anyone's fault" I say mirroring his posture. "It has to be someone's fault" he says, upset that no one wants to tell him the truth. "It's funny, you both put up such a fight to be together and it turns out you aren't as compatible as you thought you were" he laughs bitterly, pushing himself off the railing and turning to walk back inside.

"That's not fair, it's not our fault" I call after him. "Life's not fair sweetheart. Get used to it" he says and closes the door behind him. I let out a sigh and turn back toward the city and look up at the sky, trying to clear my thoughts and hold back the tears that I can feel are moments away from falling. "Hey" my husband says, placing his hand on the small of my back making me jump not realizing that he had already come to find me.

"How did it go?" he questions softly and when I go to open my mouth in response only a soft whimper comes out, now finally feeling my heart start to crack while tears stream down my face. "Come here" he says wrapping his arms around me, pulling me in as close as he can while I start sobbing into his chest, not being able to hold it in anymore. "It's okay baby, it's okay" he says softly coaxing the tears out of me. "We'll figure it out just like you said" he whispers and I nod showing him that I haven't lost hope. I guess at the end of the day, I'm not as strong as I thought I was.

"How long are you going to be gone?" I question him as he finishes packing up a suitcase for his business trip. "Only a few weeks" he says as if it's nothing. "Weeks? What about the doctor? What about me? What about-" I ramble but am cut off by his lips on mine. "It's already all taken care of" he whispers against my lips and rubs his nose against mine before pulling back to continuing packing.

"You talked to the doctor already?" I question and he nods his head. "Yep he says things are looking good and he's hopeful that we'll be able to conceive soon. We could even conceive now if you want to try" he says turning back around, drinking me in before pulling my body flush against his and giving a few light kisses on my neck already making me breathless from his touch on my sensitive skin. "How much longer until you're done?" I say trying to keep my mind straight. "Give me five minutes" he says and comes back up to give me a urgent kiss before running back and getting a few more things.

"Text me when you land" I say walking up to the car while the driver places his bags in the trunk. "Of course" he says giving me one more kiss full of longing, making me not want to let him go. He pulls back a few moments later and nudges his nose against mine again before pulling away. "I love you" he says softly and rubs his thumb over the dark purple hickey he gave me on my neck, one to 'remember him by' as he had said proudly while I tried to scold him.

"Don't take a test until I come back okay?" he says turning towards me one more time before getting in. "I won't" I laugh and shake my head at him while he gets in the car. "Bye" he says rolling down the window to give me one last goodbye before the driver pulls out of the driveway. I wave and watch as the car goes down the street until it turns the corner. "Be safe" I whisper under my breath and go back inside.

After closing the door I head back into our bedroom and look down at my phone seeing a missed call from my father in law but he didn't bother leaving a message. He never calls me and since our last interaction wasn't the best I have no idea why he would even bother getting in touch with me now.

"Y/n" he says simply when he picks up my call. "Yes?" I say waiting for him to get on with what was so important that it required a personal call from him. "Has my son left for the airport yet?" he questions and I'm curious as to why he would be asking me that instead of him. "Uh yeah he just left a few minutes ago" I say deciding to forward the information anyways. "Great, I need to speak to you about something, in person" he says which confuses me even more. "Why can't you just tell me now?" I question.

"This is a personal matter and I would prefer it if we could just talk about it privately and have a civil conversation" he says and now that I take note of the background noise I can tell that he's probably in the car. "Okay that's fine" I concede without much of a fight and he tells he'll be there soon and hangs up without another word. I would prefer to avoid all conflicts with him since he's already not too fond of me to begin with but I might as well not give him another reason to be upset with me.

"Hello" I say opening the front door for him and he walks in like I am simply 'the help' letting him into his own home and makes his way over to my husband's office. 'Sure make yourself at home' I think to myself and roll my eyes at him while closing the front door. "And to what do I owe the pleasure?" I question walking in with my arms crossed in front of my chest and leaning against the doorframe. "Y/n please sit down. I promise, I mean no harm" he says in the softest tone I've ever heard come out of his mouth which leaves me furrowing my brown and doing as he says, being caught off guard by his demeanor.

"I wanted to discuss something with you" he says sitting on my husbands chair behind his desk. "So you said" I say lifting a brow at him. He's not usually one to mince words or beat around the bush, an example being the last interaction we had in person. "Why is it that you can't conceive?" he ask, coming back to his normal self somewhat but keeping that softer tone still. "I don't think I'm obligated to tell you that" I say simply, keeping my walls up despite his sudden change of character.

"I just wanted to know if this is a situation that I can somehow...remedy" he says putting a strange emphasis on the end. "Meaning?" I question, not fully understanding what he could possibly mean by that. Or more like, I hope his thought process isn't just as twisted as mine is. "Well if the burden is on my family, mainly on my son then wouldn't it make sense that we would be the ones to help solve this problem?" he says standing up and walking around the desk to lean on it in front of me, still at somewhat of an appropriate distance.

"Right" I say waiting for him to get to the point. "And seeing as I'm the one who is desperately awaiting an heir, shouldn't I be the one who is putting in the most effort find a solution?" he says never breaking eye contact. "Mr. Jeon what are you trying to say?" I say sitting upright in the chair, my body language showing clear discomfort. "Don't call me that" he says lowering his voice an octave catching me off guard and almost sending a current running up my spine.

"What should I call you?" I say crossing one leg over the other, shifting around, suddenly feeling warm under his gaze. "By my name, or would you prefer something else?" he says with an eyebrow raised. "I would prefer to call you Mr. Jeon" I say in defiance, continuing to keep my walls up. "I guess that's fine, as long as you remember that it's me you're referring to" he says bending at the waist to meet me at eye level.

"Referring to while what?" I ask feeling my heart rate pick up with this new proximity. "While I do what my son should've been able to do in the first place" he says looking down at my lips for a moment before straightening back up, providing me room to breathe again. "Mr. Jeon I think you should leave" I say after clearing my through and getting up to walk out of the room but before I'm able to get far he holds me back by my wrist, pulling me towards him.

"There's no need to run sweetheart, we're just talking" he says and brushes my hair out of my face that had been moved out of place by his sudden movements. "I'm not running" I say through clenched teeth trying to stand firm though I feel my defenses crumble with every honey coated word that drips from his lips, leaving me conflicted. "Good, then why don't you sit back down for me." he says and gently guides me back by my waist to do as he suggested.

"Let's just say this, I have a proposition for you" he says leaning back on the desk again. "There's nothing to propose, your son is my husband" I say trying to show him how crazy this all is. "I am aware" he says plainly waiting for my further reasons to decline his offer. "Shouldn't that be reason enough?" I question, not understanding how he doesn't see how sick and twisted this arrangement is that he is proposing.

"You duty to your husband is to always want the best for him correct? To do anything to make him happy? Don't you think that he would be happy coming home from his long trip away to find you pregnant with his child?" he says circling around the chair I'm in, dragging his finger along the back of it and stopping to rest his hand on my shoulder. "But it wouldn't be his child" I say looking up at him which was a huge mistake as his gaze has got me feeling breathless from the intensity. Pupils dilated and eyes forever trained on my entire existence, tracing every curve with his eyes, desperate to see what is hidden underneath everything I'm wearing.

"He doesn't have to know that. He would share his DNA, and that's good enough for me" he says brushing it off. "Well then why don't you and your wife have another child?" I question, "Then he can take over when my husband retires. They would be the same age anyway if I were to have a child now" I say quickly offering a solution. "Haven't you always wanted to be a mother? Have a child to call your own?" he questions now holding my jaw in place, maintaining eye contact.

"Yes" I say now nervous from the intimate contact. "And my son has always wanted to be a father no? He knows it would take a lot of pressure off everyone once you do have a child right? I would pull back and we would have our heir. Don't you want that?" he questions. "Not like this" I whisper barely holding on, the last of my defenses finally diminished. "Do it for him. No one has to know I promise." he says, rubbing his thumb against my bottom lip.

"But I love him" I say, my eyes welling up with tears, knowing that I don't have the fight in me to stop this anymore. "And you're doing this because you love him" he says closing our proximity and bringing his lips close enough to touch but holds back for a second. "It's your call" he says and waits for me to take the next move 'I'm so sorry' I think to myself, begging for my husband's forgiveness and close my eye while also closing the distance between us.

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kaeyacollection · 2 months

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Who's ready for my Master Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss Crepus Theory!!

I originally posted this over at Hoyolab and people there seemed to really like my favorite joke theory that Crepus just tries to gaslight the whole of Mondstadt right after obtaining Kaeya

Majority of this will be the same but with little tweaks for the wonderful tumblr audience

This joke stems from Kaeya's introduction:

and the use of the word "rumored"

Cause it's not like it said beyond Teyvat or the seven nations just Mondstadt

And I mean like c'mon how many families are living off the grid in Mondstadt

(Actually... Don't answer that I forgot Glory's boyfriend is just

Out there in the bush with Razor...)

Initially I had the idea of Crepus walking around the markets one day carrying Kaeya with Diluc beside him running into Varka who asks:

"Who's the boy?"

"You mean my son?"

"Not Diluc the boy you're carrying"

"I have two sons? You know this??"

But then the Caribert quest came out mentioning Kaeya ran away from home near immediately and was dragged home by Crepus just as fast and it became even funnier

Cause imagine you're by the docks one day and richest man in town gets off the boat with no cargo but instead a tiny child you may not have seen before that Crepus seems to be very cross with at the moment and threatening to turn him into a leash kid if he runs off again

In a small town that loves gossip do you know how fast that information is spreading? Cause I do and Varka's knocking on Crepus's door 30 minutes later like:

"Is this what we're doing? We're just taking kids now?"

Both paths lead to Varka asking where Kaeya comes from and getting hit with a

"I think you're a bit too old to still be confused about the birds and the bees Varka"

Varka getting frustrated to the point he just starts demanding Kaeya tell him what's up

Love to see him following in his fathers footsteps of stressing Varka the fuck out

And upon hearing how his birth father left for juice and didn't return Varka went

"Good! That was ALL I needed to know!!"

Follow ups on if his father intended to abandon him or got lost in the storm and needed a search party?

Don't care!! You weren't kidnapped!!

Welcome to the knights! 🤝

Which bringing it back to it only being a rumor

In a town of alcoholics, who's gonna call out the one guy with the winery?

Here's some add ons that got sparked from the comment section 😘

Bonus panels would have included Varka showing up with Rosaria one day mimicking Crepus about "wHaT you ForGot I haD a Kid" sparking a trend within the community of just adopting random children to the point posters are made saying "In Barbatos name: See a child Take a child"

Alice seeing it and pulling a "when in rome" tucking both Albedo and Diluc(who is yelling he is an adult) under her arms and telling Klee if she ever sees someone in need of a mom let her know she'll send over the paperwork right away

And then the last bonus: Venti wakes up, walks in through the gate while playing a tune, and stops when he sees the poster, not sure if he needs to start yet another revolution, or if this one is fine actually

I imagine the posters had to be taken down because visitors were losing their kids left and right and the solution of parents pinning a note saying "not dead & still want custody" to their kids shirt didn't catch on but the saying still lives strong in the hearts of Mondstadt's citizens I mean look Bennett and his 27 dads Mondstadt may have a lot of orphans but the demand is even higher

Comment on original post:

"I have a headcanon where Kaeya fooled first Crepus, then the rest of Mondstadt but.this is too funny!! I want to see this happening!"

Which prompted one of my new favorite lines at the end:

"Wait by fool Crepus first do you mean like Crepus finding him out in the storm bringing him inside to ask him where he lives and Kaeya's just

"? I live here? You adopted me? Are you feeling okay?"

Cause I'm absolutely cry laughing over this that's so good but that also means when Kaeya runs away Crepus is just

"hey no no l'm not misplacing you a second time come home" "

#Kaeya may have wandered away from his last family (believes Crepus) but that sure as fuck wasn't gonna happen a second time #Kaeya #kaeya alberich #crepus ragnvindr #Crepus #dawn family #genshin impact #Genshin #thats right now I get to be the one with the many tags trying to get this out there lmao #dont worry I wont do this often here this blog is primarily a trap to get you guys to check out a very talented lore blog #uh I mean...#to show you various fan works of Kaeya?#hey what's that pinned post up there?#god I hope this is formatted right I havent made a tumblr post since we had post headers #and god damn did it keep fighting me #also it's like 5 a.m. if you see any mistakes...#that's tomorrow's problem

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hotchners-wifey · 2 months

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Save Her

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader, Platonic!BAU x Reader, Morgan!Sister Reader

A/N: Helloo yes i know it's been a while since i've updated something but life has taken a turn so, i had this idea while on the way home from work. So sit back relax and enjoy. Y/F/F means your favorite flower. these might also be two chapters a day type of story

Summary: Y/N has a past she's never told anyone about, she was involved in some heavy things when she lived in England with her Aunt and Uncle. Things she thought were murdered along with her best friend, things she thought went missing with her boyfriend. Things that followed her to Quantico, Virginia.

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Warnings: Cursing(once), talk of death and near drowning

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Five days before Y/N disappears

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Y/N's POV:

Being an FBI agent wasn't easy, but having no significant other outside the job made it so much better. You never have to worry about missing date nights, but after a while it gets lonely. But as I said this business isn't easy, I'd rather be alone than have to curse someone to live with my inconsistent schedule. Emily, JJ, and Penelope on the other hand do not like the idea that I like being single.

"Come one Y/N, you never want to go out with us." I nod keeping my focus on my computer, "There's a reason for that Penny, you all know I hate parties." JJ cuts in before Penny can respond. "But it's not a party, its a club. There's a difference." I look up from my computer to give her a sarcastic smile, "Oh really? I didn't know that." Emily cackles at my sarcasm, "Y/N just come with us, please?" I sigh.

Looking back at my computer in defeat, "Fine, I'll go out with you guys tonight." Penny squeals in excitement and happiness which catches the attention of Spencer, Morgan and Rossi as they walk into the Bull Pen, "What's got you so excited Mama?" Derek asks, she rushes over to him and hugs him. "Y/N said she'll go out with us tonight." He looks around her at me surprised, "Really?" I rolled my eyes and turned back towards my computer.

"Oh there's no need to get so hostile Y/N/N, you're gonna have so much fun tonight." I sighed, "Now you of all people know I hate parties Derek." He smirks and walks past me, "Whatever you say, Katara." I sigh and hang my head. "I thought I asked you to stop calling me that Morgan. That only happened once." He laughed loudly at that. "What only happened once?" Spencer asks, just as confused and the others. "When we were younger Y/N binged Avatar The Last Airbender and thought she was a water bender, and the next time we went to the pool she thought she could control the water, so she jumped into the deep end knowing she couldn't swim and I had to save her from drowning." Emily burst out laughing and I turned away in shame. "And to remind me of the most embarrassing moment in my life, my parents and siblings decided to nickname me Katara." Emily couldn't stop laughing while the others had slight smiles and smirks, I cracked a smile and looked at the clock. "Alright it's time for me to head home since I've been peer pressured into leaving the comfort of my home tonight." Penny rushes over to me. "Wait we're coming with you because we have to make sure you have the proper attire for the club tonight." I sigh and nod as Penny runs back to her office to grab her stuff. Emily and JJ grab their belongings off their desk and we walk to the elevator and wait for Penelope to return from her office. When she gets back we get into the elevator and down to the garage. JJ and Emily get into their cars and Penny and I get into mine and we drive to my apartment. ________________________________________

Time Skip to arriving at your apartment building

________________________________________ When we arrive I can see the shock on Penny's face, "Woah I completely forgot how fancy this place is. You're so lucky to have rich family." JJ and Emily join you both at the entrance and we're greeted by the doorman George. "Miss Y/L/N good afternoon." I smile at him "Good afternoon George." "Would you like me to grab Benny, Alex and Drew to drive you and your friends cars to the garage?" I shook my head. "Not at the moment George we're only going to be here for a few hours but thanks for asking." He nods and holds the door open, "Well just give us a call if you change your mind Miss Y/L/N." I smile and walk through the door, "You know I will George." Emily and JJ look shocked by my apartments fanciness. "Y/N you have door holders and chauffeur's. Next you're gonna tell me that there's a dining lounge on the roof." I laugh. "Of course not." I turned towards the elevator, "It's on the 10th floor." I smirk knowing her jaw is on the floor and walk towards the elevator and they follow. I press the number for my floor and just listen to the sounds of the elevator. When the doors open we walk down the hall until we reach my front door. I stop in my dead tracks, in front of my door is a bouquet of Y/F/F, with a note in blue ink that reads. "See you soon."

There's only one person in this world who knows what my favorite flower is and he's dead, right?

#spencer reid #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #derek morgan #penelope garcia #spencer reid x reader #fem reader #jenifer jareau #david rossi #criminal minds fanfiction

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 2 years

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OKAY OKAY...hear me out— Monster au braintot,

Cheka having a lil play date with Mini!Yuu

Like— NRC will be in complete shambles. Peace? pftt—what's that? Don't know her–

it's probably gonna be like the the disaster girl meme

Crowley: *sitting in a burning office* "...this is fine."

Narrator: It was, in fact, not fine.

Pfft, oh my god, I love seeing all this brainrot silliness and cuteness you guys have! It enables me to create sweet scenarios or unleash pure chaotic gremlin shenanigans on Twisted Wonderland! 🤣

Honestly, the only reason the ida of a play date even happened in the first place was because Cheka snuck into the school to see his uncle and he wound up playing with mini!Yuu the whole day. This was a blessing in Leona's book...at first.

Then the researchers approached him to arrange more playdates after seeing the positive connection the two had and stressing the importance of the child's developmental skills and emotional growth. "Whether they're monster or human, it's important for Yuu to have someone close to their age to grow and develop," one told him when he first tried to turn down the idea of his nephew visiting more often.

Needless to say, he didn't have much room to argue once Cheka asked his parents and his sister-in-law made the call. And so the first of many supervised playdates was arranged.

At first, the kids were perfectly content to do arts and crafts in a small part of the library. Paint, glitter, pipe cleaners, puff balls, glue, popsicle sticks...anything creative that could be done, they made it. Cheka had fun drawing and painting stuff for his uncle and parents while Yuu had fun creating a masterpiece they thought the staff and their favorite big brothers would like (which later do get put up in their rooms/on the fridge). Everything was going smoothly...

And then the supervisor stepped outside, and when they came back...wellllll...

"How did you two get glitter on the walls?!"

"Forget the walls, how did they get footprints on the ceiling??"

"I was only gone for five minutes! How could they have made such a mess in that short amount of time?"

"Look Uncle Leona! We're really close now!"

The two toddlers were giggling happily as the researchers looked around in pure confusion. Leona, who had come to pick Cheka up to send him home again, couldn't help but stare. "How the hell did you two get stuck together with regular glue?" he asked.

"We were trying to make our own slime goo," Cheka told him, lifting his hand up and pulling Yuu's hand up with the gesture. "But...it grew legs and ran away somewhere."

"...please tell me you're joking..."

"His name's Mr. Sprinkles!" Yuu chirped happily. "Can we keep him?"

It was later discovered that somehow someone accidentally mixed up a container of animation powder with glitter, resulting in the little science project literally becoming animated. By the end of the day, "Mr. Sprinkles" had terrorized quite a few students before eventually being caught and kept in a glass jar where little hands wouldn't be able to easily access and free the artificial monster.

Yuu is already asking when Cheka can come over to play again. This time there is going to be much more supervision to ensure nothing like that happens again though! 😂

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #twisted wonderland mini!Yuu #twst mini!Yuu

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starbvrr · 9 months

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𐃘 sanemi shinazugawa x fem!reader

When saving a girl in the forest became something way more for Sanemi

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You run as fast as you can. After seeing that moment when your family was on the floor. Nothing could erase that from your mind. You couldn't believe that your family was attacked. This was the last thing you expected to come home to. You look over your shoulder to make sure that the demon wasn't close enough to catch you. You suddenly bumped into someone. You look up and see a man with white hair.

"Help me, please help me" you beg.

"What the hell" he looks down in disgust.

He sees a demon in the back running towards you. He grabs your arms and drags you through the forest at this point you don't care that the branches of the trees are cutting your skin. you want to be as far away as possible. even if that means leaving with a couple of scars.

Suddenly you trip over a branch and fall on top of him.

"I'm so sorry please don't leave me to die" you cry grasping his robe.

"Hey get off me! Get off me!" He starts pushing her away "Don't think you can trick me into helping you! I'm the wind, and the wind doesn't care for dead leaves like you"

You feel his hands pushing you and feel the power, they're hard like rocks, and his muscles are tough, if you're not careful he might end up hurting you.

"Hey, you're hurting me" You wince in pain.

"I thought you'd help me and get me out of here."

"You're gonna get yourself killed, it's people like you who make me want to kill demons more than anything" he was getting more and more angry as he yelled at you.

"Why are you yelling at me!" you yell

"You're acting like an ass right now" you murmer to yourself

He eyes the mark and returns his focus to you. he chuckles "Oh you shouldn't have done that, look around, what do you see? We're miles from the nearest village and demons are everywhere! Who's gonna help you now?"

You glare at him. which sends a shiver down his spine. "I'd rather die, I have more of a peaceful death by a demon than being killed by you."

He rolls his eyes "You have 2 options, you either come with me and I guarantee your survival, or you can stay here and I'll watch you get eaten alive by demons, make the smart choice". he was starting to get annoyed by your attitude.

suddenly a gust of wind passes through the woods, which causes you to jump and look around.

He lets out a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose "Are you sure you want to come with me? You should probably be scared of any person who's willing to help you after trying to attack them. I won't hurt you don't worry, I'm a demon slayer, not a psycho. But this is your last chance to make the smart choice."

you reach out and grab his hand to make sure he doesn't leave you "Is this fine, I know you're not a fan of physical touch but I don't want to get lost and die." tears begin to stream down your face "I'm really scared"

He looks down and blushes, he doesn't remember the last time he's held another person's hand let alone a girl "Uhmmm... okay fine"

He then helps them up and then holds their hand tightly, he starts walking with them still holding hands and walks in silence, it looks like his hand is a little sweaty, and he seems to be nervous.

after a while of walking in silence you decide to say something "Thank you so much again for helping me, I appreciate it". he turns back to acknowledge what you said "Of course, I can't just leave you here to die, now can I"

You continue to walk and talk for a while, the night begins to get dark and the trees start looking scary. But he just keeps walking, talking about random things you don't care about, and holding your hand. Eventually, he starts to relax and doesn't seem mad anymore. Maybe what they needed was some company?

#sanemi shinazugawa x reader #sanemi shinazugawa fic #sanemi shinazugawa x you #sanemi shinazugawa x y/n #demon slayer x reader #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #kny x reader #demonslayer x reader

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mikkokomori · 3 months

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aoasgukfhoijfdif i wanna hear your Omari thoughts period especially more abt how kel, hero and aubrey is doing

ua......... aheem...... I'd love to........... I don't ever have the courage to talk about it unless someone asks, which is really rare......so.... thank you.......

I'll probably only provide as much information as I can remember for those three, so if you have any questions, just send them in :3c...... I'll answer as best as I can ehe....

Kel Montoya: The Melancholic Replacement

Made to handle the burden of his brothers role as the golden child, Kel must now take on the responsibility of becoming a doctor. His cheerfulness has been dimming for quite some time now, and thanks to Aubrey one day finding him breaking down in the secret hangout before helping him back up, he's more mellowed out and honest with his feelings-- to a certain extent.

Despite constantly finding himself on the receiving end of both praise and degradation, Kel often finds himself lamenting over the old days. If you try to bring up anything related to his interests, hobbies, or his school subjects, expect him to give you the stink eye before stomping away. Being forced away from the things he once loved and into something that's expected of him is something he doesn't like to talk about. Especially when it ends up with his nose bleeding out in the dead of night under piles of books.

"Hey, are you alright? You've been looking a little pale as of late...." Kel felt his face flush at her worry, turning away from embarrassment. He was too ashamed, and as if she knew what his reaction meant, then that meant she wouldn't be taking too kindly to what the implications meant. "Have you seriously been staying up all night again? I thought you learned from the last time, Kel!" The pink haired girl shook her head in disbelief. "Rather than almost landing yourself back in the hospital again, why don't you take a break?!" "I- I did!!" His voice cracked in a high-pitched tone. "Just-- just give me a moment- I'm almost finished with this!" That was what he said, though they both knew that he would end up face-first bleeding onto messily scribbled on notes. Through a silence filled with disagreement, her gloved hand pulled him away from the desk and threw over his winter garments at him. "Get dressed. We're gonna go visit Mari today! She's back in town!" Kel felt himself slightly cringe at the mention of her name. Had it not been for the fact he did not want to disappoint Aubrey or come off as rude, he would've instantly refused. He had never been as close to Mari as he once believed to have been... so while it was a surprise to hear that she was here, it did not mean he wanted to see her-- especially with how distressed his brother seemed to appear after he had asked him about her after what happened. Leave it to his mind to begin overthinking things for him. With a grimace and a sigh, he meekly responded. "Fine..... only if you bring some snacks next time you visit...."

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Aubrey Lee: The False Comfort

Once upon a time, a young blonde, hot-headed girl found a small boy crying alone in secret. Realization having struck her, she vowed to herself to take on the burden of being a beacon of joy and hope for those around her, to lessen the burden of the boy before her. Thus, no one will ever feel saddened around her again-- even if the anger boils underneath the mask.

Dolling herself up, she's made quite a reputation for herself- though you'll never know if it's good or bad. Packing her things up and carrying BunBun in a cage, she disappeared from her home and now resides in Basils abode, much to the aforementioned boys distaste. With the freedom to do as she pleases now, she runs around with her new group of friends around town when the others are busy, curating experiences for everyone to enjoy! She can be quite a handful for those who lack in the self-care department though, so be careful! You wouldn't want to end up like her, right?

"Oii... remember what your grandma said about the black hair-dye, Romeo...." She grinned at seeing the boy stiffen like a hair-raised cat, dropping the dye on the floor. "Why do you have the nerve to sneak into my room uninvited? Mind your business Aubrey!" Basil hissed out, face flushing red either from being flustered or perhaps angered-- maybe even both. "I'm just throwing this away! There's nothing left inside the thing..." "You must've used it to hell and back if that's the case," she threw herself onto his bed, an irritated grunt in response from the boy, "not surprised though! It was obvious you did it on your own with no guide." She grabbed on to a random book he had on his nightstand and flipped through pages, ignoring the way the other angrily muttered out curses as he swatted off Aubrey's shoes. Whatever books Basil read, they always had some sort of bitter ending for them... guess it matched up with how he's like currently. There are times when she wishes things could go back to normal. Watch Basil and Kel live off like how they used to, one always rambling about his favorite things and the other running around, excitedly looking for cool bugs. Though, she could not blame them. With how things ended up being, it was only fair that both of them closed themselves off, especially the boy in front of her. She wondered though. Would he have been happy to see her trying for the both of them? "Do you think it would've been better if things were different?" She muttered quietly. Basil watered the tulip on his desk quietly. "....maybe if we had never gotten the violin." Aubrey hummed after a few seconds of silence. "I wonder if he's proud of us right now."

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Hero Montoya: The Mourning Charmer Traitor

Why did he do it? Why did he do it? Why did he do it? Why did he do it? Why did he do it? Why did he do it? Why did he do it? He was supposed to be the big brother of the group. Why did he do that to him? Why would he ever listen to her? Please, O' God, let him fall to his knees and drop dead to repent for his sins.

You're close to the truth, but not quite. It's alright, big brother will help you out. I'll tell you what happened, but there isn't enough evidence for you to use. I'm sorry for lying.

"Since when were you an obedient dog following her lead?" Hero meekly looked away, feeling the shame and guilt crawl up his back. It was only a matter of time he was closed in on, especially when Mari hasn't been here in so long. "I....I just.... you all were so young.... I didn't want you to know....." "A cover up is still a cover up. You realize things will only get worse from here, don't you?" He mournfully glared down at the ground. "Even so...... it's a fitting ending for the both us."

#OMARI AU #A Sisters Mourning AU #omori au #omori #omori basil #omori aubrey #omori kel #omori hero #omori spoilers #anon asks #miko talks

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~"I Prefer You"~

Charlize Theron x Fem Reader.

Mostly fluff and a little bit of smut and angst.

"I Prefer You."

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Y/n's P.O.V

"Okay, you're good. We will give you time to yourself then after 10 minutes I'll be back to get you. Is that okay?" My manager, Shain, told me and I just nodded at her. After she leave the room I sighed and calm myself.

Being back on stage not to perform but be interviewed is kinda overwhelming. I'm a performer and will be on tour later this year, after being on hiatus for a year.

Being on break gave me lots of time to be with my girlfriend and myself, though we are not out yet. We want to savor this relationship with ourselves first before we tell the world. Well that's what atleast I think what Charlize is thinking.

I'm ready to tell the world because it's hard to go out and not be able to hold her, not able to be affectionate towards her. For example now that we're gonna be interviewed by Graham Norton with Emily Blunt and Sabrina Carpenter, I have to be aware of my actions and words to not be suspicious to everyone.

"Y/n?" I heard someone whisper outside my dressing room door and got followed by three knocks. I told them to come in and after they opened the door I see my beautiful girlfriend in a casual suit. I swear her beauty is just ethereal.

I immediately got up of my chair and run into her arms. The idea of being interviewed with people who I technically don't know are keeping me on my feet. I hate it.

"Love, I missed you." I said then I nuzzled my head into her neck which earned a giggle from her. I feel her arms wrapped around me and I can't help but sigh a relief. Her arms is where I feel the safest.

"We just saw each other earlier, but I miss you too." I hug her tighter and she reciprocated it until she push me away gently. "Are you okay?" She asked in a low tone, almost a whisper and laced with worry.

"I... I don't feel at ease here. I'm too comfortable with our little bubble back at home." I said with my eyes looking at hers. She cupped one side of my cheek and I leaned into her touch. Wanting to just disappear with her.

"I'm sorry love but we have to do this. I'll be with you all the time." After saying that, sadness etched into my face knowing that even if she is with me, I will still be restless.

"You are with me, and yet when we go out of this walls, even a touch of your hand... I can't do. This sucks." I voiced out my concerns hinting her what I meant.

"Love... I'm sorry, I..." Charlize is speechless. Well it shows that she is not yet ready so I dismissed it.

"It's fine, just remind me that you're there." I said with sympathy in my eyes.

"I can post now and say something about us if that's what you want-" I put a finger on her lips to stop her.

"No. It's clear that you are not yet ready and it's okay Charlize. I'll wait for you until you're ready." She smiles while almost tearing up. "Hey! No tears or your make up artist will be pissed!" I said and we laugh at my words.

"Gosh, look at you my love!" She said while shamelessly running her gaze from my head to toe. I blushed at her actions and she grins. Not just any grin, it's a grin where you'll know something sinful will be out of her mouth in any seconds.

"Let's go home shall we? Let me remove that dress out of you." I giggled at her and unconsciously rubbed my thighs together which made her grin go wider and her hands to roam my waist, hips, back and butt. "What do you say huh?" She whispered.

"That will be nice love. But... " I pulled away from her before I crave into her naughty desires. "We have an interview to do." And as if on cue, Shain knocked at my door.

"It's time Y/n!" I yelled 'coming' at her then look at restless Charlize who made herself turned on. Gosh she's such a flirt, and that's what she get!

I offer my hand at her. She look at it first with a frown then me, she waited for at least three seconds. I raised my eyebrows at her before grabbing my hand. I slyly grin at her and whisper before getting out of the room.

"Too turned on to even touch me?" I quietly laughed at her stunned state and left her on my dressing room. As I get out of my room I see her manager approaching me in a hurry.

"Have you seen Charlize? He asked and I pointed at my dressing room and smiled politely at him.

...

"So we don't have any news on who is Charlize dating right?" Graham asked. He was reading his paper but after he finished his question, he looked at the audience. And with that everyone is screaming. Now that is uncomfortable.

"Well I told her at chat just yesterday I know a lot of models but she just laughed at me!" Emily said and I hear everyone laughing so I just smiled. I don't wanna seem rude.

"Someone asked at twitter in a thread and I'm gonna read it... 'I wonder what is Charlize Theron's type. She looks so hot to settle for less.' Well we know that this one is a simper." He said and that made me laugh genuinely. Well I can't argue with that tweet, she really is hot.

"Well... I guess I really love someone who's spontaneous, mature and smart." Everyone awed but Emily and Graham mocked the audience awe.

"We know we know, now letvs go to a real deal what really are you looking for someone." We laughed at Graham's teasing.

"Taller or smaller? With beard? Hairless? Or wait, wait... Blue eyes?" Emily asked dismissing what Charlize said that made us laugh.

I sipped my drink and I hear Charlize's answer. "Well, I prefer someone taller I guess, then probably with hair since I like to play with someone's hair, you know just having something to fiddle with when they're close at you and... Yeah blue eyes is nice." I can't help but gulped at what I am hearing. Thank god she's not beside me or else she'll probably notice my uneasiness. My seat is close to Graham then Emily then Sabrina and then Charlize on the other side of the couch.

I don't know what to say to that respond of hers. I felt insecure because with the physical attributes that she said are far from mine. I small but not too small, just enough for Charlize to kiss my forehead without leaning down. I like shaving so I should probably grow my hair more. And my eyes is far from Blue. Infact they are Black. Well that's understandable because who would really prefer Black eyes than Blue?

...

We got in our apartment later in the evening. I'm not really talking that much, too consumed with what I found out about her preference on someone. She assumed that I was just tired so she let me be. Whenever she ask me things I answer it shortly and try to hide my growing insecurities.

I'm at the shower trying to relax after this mentally exhausting day. I heard the door opened and I sigh. I forgot to lock it. I just want to be alone for now, but what can I do? I see her all naked, jumping into the shower with me. I turned around and face the shower to not look at her.

"Love? Something is bothering you. What is it?" She asked in a whisper. Not in a seducting way but in a gently sympathizing way. She puts my hair on one side of my shoulder and spread kisses on my other shoulder ones. For the 100th times today I sighed but now in a relief way. With just one kiss, one touch, one word, she can make my worries go away.

"It's fine, I'm fine love. Just make me forget everything for now. Can you do that?" I ask in a gentle but seducing voice knowing that is probably what I need.

"That definitely I can do for my baby. Turn around for me will you?" She told me and I open my eyes to turn around and meet her blue green orbs. She raked her eyes in all my glory admiring everything I can offer. Her hands roam from my side hips then her fingertips glide upwards until it got into my side breast and she cupped it.

She earned a gasp from me because of that and I see her smirk. I kissed her desperately and really tried to match her height so I tiptoed. She pulled away from me with a frown.

"What are you doing love? Relax yourself, you seem... restless." I give up and relax my feet going back to my original height. I look down with my lips quivering and my tears are trying to escape. I removed my arms off of her and fiddle with my own arms instead.

"Hey, hey hey, love what's going on?" She put her one hand on my arm and one on my chin to raise my head.

"I'm sorry Charlize. I'm sorry if I can't be taller than you. I'm sorry if my eyes are black and not blue, I'm sorry but I really doesn't want to feel any hair on my limbs that's why I shave them but I promise to grow my hair longer so you can still play with it. I'm sorry if I can't match your preferences. This is all I am and all I can offer, It's nowhere near what you prefer but I'll try my hardest for you I promise." I said from just tearing up to full mess sob. I felt her hug me tight, tight than her past hugs and I hugged her back.

"Don't you ever say sorry for being who you are. It's you who I love. I love your height than suits perfectly to mine. I love your shiny legs and arms because they are so smooth that just by touching them I get turn on." We giggle at her choice of words. Even in a middle of something she never fails to include her naughty self. But she continues.

"I love how unique your eyes are. Your black eyes that whenever I look at them I can see myself smiling idiotly because of how inlove I am at you. You are perfect and what I said earlier meant nothing to me. Those are my preference before I met the one perfect woman that everyone want for themselves. And I got lucky to be chosen by her."

Her words melt me and weaken my knees. I don't know that she felt like that towards me. Oh how lucky I am to be with her. She's so great and gorgeous and just perfect for me.

"Now let's clean you up and take you to bed. We can put on a movie and cuddle." She said and I kiss her passionately. I wrap my arms around her neck and one hand roam into her hair and one roam into her back. She snakes her arms to my waist and taps the side of my thigh. I get that as a signal to wrap my legs to her hips.

She squeezed my butt cheeks that earned a sigh from me so she put her tongue to roam my mouth. When air is needed we pulled away and she found her way to my neck and nipped at my sweet spot. She walked towards the wall so when I felt how cold the wall is and how she suck into my neck, I can't help but moan at the sensation she's bringing to me.

"Ahh my baby, your moans are driving me wild." She said before capturing my lips again.

"You, you Charlize drives me wild." I said in between our kisses. When we pulled apart and connect out forehead, a wide smirk is plastered into her face.

"Well, I guess movie and cuddles are out of the window already."

"Yeah, I don't feel like cuddling and watching movies."

"What do you feel like doing then love?" She ask while she's walking towards our bedroom with me still in her arms, legs around her hips.

"I feel like... eating dessert." Her eyes are really dilated with nothing but lust is written. She threw me gently to our bed and she crawled slowly into me.

"Hmm, yes, eating doesn't even begin to describe what I'm gonna do to you tonight. I'm gonna devour you until all your insecurities go away. I'm gonna let you feel and know that you are the one. I prefer you Y/n."

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A/N: Ahh the love of my life!!! I posted this on my oneshots book on Wattpad. Add me there!

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Michael wants to stay on their honeymoon.

Part 2 to a previous short fic.

This takes place after the events of season 4. This is about how everyone treated Michael season 4. 💖💖

Michael buried himself deeper into Alex's neck, sighing softly.

His husband's hand wrapped around him tighter as his other hand ran through his curls, " So, how much longer are we going to be cooped up in here until we tell everyone we're back?"

" Forever." He muttered against the damp skin.

" Michael, " Alex chuckled softly. "We've been home for a week and half now. They're gonna find out eventually."

Michael kissed his neck, then cheek, "I don't care, we're still on our honeymoon."

"Our honeymoon has last 5 months,"

"So?" He muttered, continuing to place kisses along Alex's neck, in hope to distract him. It worked a little until the other man caught on.

"Michael," Alex started as he sat up more. " What is going on? Why don't you want our friends and family to know we're home?"

Sighing, he sat up himself now looking off to the side. Alex held his hand waiting patiently for him. He gripped his hand tight, looking down at the ring, " I know at the wedding I was all fine and dandy. But I was just so focused on you I didn't feel anything but love. And their family, they are but they hurt me while you were…gone."

"Hurt you how?" His voice dipped in concern and a hit of anger. Michael smiled, knowing that Alex would defend him immediately when needed. Just like after they'd gotten back together at the Pony.

He stole a quick kiss before elaborating, " Well, two days after you left I pitched an idea to get Bonnie to trust me and Clyde. But Max shot me down, in a very dickish way. No one really stood up for me. Liz stopped him but still. And I ended up being right though. When I went undercover I was treated like an idiot about it. Liz accused me of cheating on you. Which hurt worse than anything."

Alex sighed, pulling him closer, " You know I'd never ever believe you would cheat on me right?"

"I know," he said, leaning into him. "I just…I was already feeling guilty for Bonnie kissing me. Even though I stopped her immediately, I felt awful about it. Then she accused me and it hurt like hell. Obviously at the time we didn't know Bonnie's original plan with that and she felt guilty too for kissing me but still. It just hurts, knowing she'd think I'd do something like that."

Alex hummed, rubbing circles into his hand comfortingly as he continued, "Then them lying to me about you missing. God the lying hurts like hell. You are so damn important to me. I deserved to know, no matter how I'd react. But then watching Max go into a dangerous mindscape to rescue his person and no one. Not one person saying anything that was a kick in the gut. I've watched everything do anything they want for the people they love, but I couldn't sacrifice everything for you. Then Rosa threw the whole blowing her up in my face to stop me…"

He sighed, rubbing his face, " I just…I've felt so good being away. Being with someone who doesn't expect me to be 100% all the time. You know me. My missteps and everything and you love me anyway. You understand me differently than them. I love Izzy but even she expects certain things from me."

"Why does it seem like when I'm gone they have this instinct to hurt you?" Alex sighed, shaking his head.

"I know they love me, but it just hurts sometimes the way they act towards me. I just…I wanna stay in our honeymoon bubble a little while longer. Can we, please?"

His husband smiled softly, pulling him in closer, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, " Yes, we can. Let me know when you're ready. But when that happens I'm having a very serious talk with them."

"Oooo, like last time? Can I be there? Because that was hot as hell!" Michael smirked, eyes darkening.

Alex grinned, pulling him on top of him, " Yes like last time. And definitely, especially if you fuck me after like last time."

"That can be arranged." He muttered before kissing Alex deeply.

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reidsashleyy · 2 years

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One and Only || Spencer Reid

Chapter 26: Glad you’re okay

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Series Description: Juliette Luciano was fifteen when her parents were arrested by the behavioral analysis unit after being double crossed by someone in the Mafia they were apart of. When Julie, her twin brother Matteo, and best friend/sister-in-law Valeria turn twenty they decide to run, leave the life of crime and change their way of life. After seven years of running they realize they were officially in more danger than anticipated when they received surveillance pictures of themselves. But they weren't the only ones who got some. After the BAU decided it would be safe for them to go into witness protection they decide to send in none other than Doctor Spencer Reid in with Julie for extra protection. These two form a bond that will quickly lead them to get into a relationship. Will the relationship be all love and happiness all will it all go dark like everything else in their lives.

Pairing: Spencer Reid X fem!OC (Julie)

W.C: 1.3k

C.W: Mentions of drugs, hospitals, pregnancy.

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I quickly grabbed Julie when her eyes fluttered shut. I kicked the flowers away while I laid Julie down on the couch. She didn't lose consciousness for long before her eyes opened a little. I picked up the small note that came with the flowers and opened it.

Happy birthday Juliette,

My brother couldn't enjoy his after your boyfriends team killed him so you aren't going to either. Enjoy the GHB you just inhaled.

I read it out loud while Penelope called for an ambulance. I looked back over at Julie who was in and out of consciousness, "Hey I know you're gonna want to go to sleep but you can't okay? Stay with me."

"After Angelo died she decided to get rid of her approved visitors list so Santiago, Angelo's brother, could've easily gotten up here." I said.

"I'll have Garcia look over the security footage, we're going to head back to the headquarters while you go with her to the hospital." Emily said as they all left.

The medics didn't take much longer to arrive, when they did they immediately rushed her down the ambulance, "How far along is she?" One of them asked.

"She's thirty two weeks with twins."

She nodded and put patches on her chest to track her heart rate. I grabbed her hand and held it in both of mine as the ambulance started to move to the hospital.

"She's obviously high out of her mind so do you know what she's on?"

I nodded, "It's Gamma-hydroxybutyrate, it was in a bouquet of flowers she got and she inhaled it by accident."

When we arrived to the hospital they took her to a patient room while I waited in the waiting room. My leg bounced as I waited until her doctor came to find me in the waiting room.

"Doctor Reid?" She asked.

I nodded, "Is she going to be okay?"

"Yes, we mildly sedated her until the drug wears off. The drug could cause complications with the babies but we are carefully monitoring them and they are doing amazing right now, if anything changes we will give her an emergency c-section."

I nodded, "Okay, can I see her?"

"Of course, come on."

I followed her to Julie's room, she looked over at the door and waved at me with a tired smile, "I should've known something was in the random flowers left at the front door." She said.

"If it makes you feel any better I wouldn't have suspected there being something in the flowers either."

"I know. What was in them anyways?"

"A high dose of a date rape drug, did the doctor come in to talk to you yet?"

"Yeah which is why my bump is covered in patches and wires."

"I know you didn't want a c-section but if it comes to it they're going to have to do one."

"Yeah they told me and as much as I didn't want one if it's for the safety of our kids than I'm fine with it."

She pressed the button to move the bed so she could be sitting up a bit, "You should go home and get the hospital bags just in case they have to take these babies out."

"I'm not leaving, I'll just have someone bring them to us."

She shook her head, "No go get the bags and on your way back you should buy me some food because this hospital food is disgusting."

"Okay, do you need anything else?"

"Can you please bring me my shoes, the ones I wear whenever we go on walks?"

"The black ones?"

"No the white ones, those are more comfortable."

I smiled as walked to the door before I turned to look at her, "You know one time I had this conversation with Emily, JJ, Penelope and Derek about why women have tons of shoes that they don't really need."

She smiled at me, "They need to match everything in our closet that's why."

"That's exactly what they told me. Anyways, I'll be right back. I love you."

"I love you too."

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Spencer walked out the door and I let my head rest against the bed, "What a great way to spend my birthday." I whispered to myself.

I looked down at my bump that had patches placed everywhere which were connected to a bunch of wires and monitors.

My nurse came into the room and gave me a smile, "How are you feeling?" She asked as she checked the monitors.

"I've been better."

"We have a monitor tracking contractions and there have been a couple but they are Braxton Hicks so there is no need to panic."

"Be honest with me, am I going to need an emergency c-section today?"

"Unless something goes wrong or your babies go into distress because of the drug you were dosed with there will be no need to do a c-section. We are strictly keeping you here for observation and when we see everything is back to its normal levels you will be discharged."

"Thank you."

She nodded as she wrote some things down on my chart before leaving. I got comfortable and turned on the small TV and started flipping through the channels while I waited for Spencer to come back.

When he did he set a white plastic bag on the small tray connected to my bed before placing our hospital bag on the couch inside the room.

"I got you some chicken ramen from that sushi place we order from all the time. I also got you some of their bread that you love and a hibiscuses tea."

I looked at him and puckered my lips, he leaned down and placed a kiss to my lips, "I love you."

"I love you too, now eat."

I carefully took the two containers out of the bag and looked over at Spencer, "Want some?"

"No I'm okay."

I took sip of the tea as I watched Spencer fiddle with something in his hand, "I know I told you were acting weird earlier but I thought it was because of the party but now you're acting weirder."

He looked at me, "I just feel useless here, I should be with the team trying to find Santiago so we can arrest him."

"I know but I also know how protective you are especially because I'm pregnant so I think it's best for you to stay here and not be out there trying to rip his head off."

He nodded as he focused on the TV mounted in the corner of the room. I did the same as I continued eating what was in front of me.

When I finished I put the containers inside the bag and Spencer stood up to toss it away, "Do you need anything else?"

"Not right now, I'm just really hoping these babies stay in there for the next month like they're supposed to."

"I think they will and even if they don't I think we're prepared for the most part."

"Their nursery is still filled with boxes we haven't unpacked, the only thing we have ready is their cribs."

"Well they'll at least have somewhere to sleep."

I let my head rest against the pillow and reached my hand out for him. He sat on the edge of the bed and took my hand in his, "What's wrong?" He asked.

"I'm just now realizing I almost died."

"I know but you didn't and that's all that matters. Why don't you get some rest."

"Will you read to me?"

He smiled, "Of course."

He got up and went to our hospital bag where we had packed a couple books. He grabbed one and I scooted over on the bed so he could lay beside me. He placed a kiss on my temple as I laid my head on his shoulder and he started reading quietly as my eyes slowly shut.

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anonymooseforever007 · 10 months

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Random Life Ramble under cut about this weekend. You can skip this entirely or just cut to the last two paragraphs (in italics) to get the ghist of it if you want! Anything's cool!❤️

Ok, so I really planned to try to catch up on fics I wanted to read tonight and tomorrow, but I honestly don't think that's gonna happen until maybe Sunday now.

Because today, we moved my twin sister into her apartment and I honestly am not sure how I feel about it. It's not because she's been disowned or hates out family or she's leaving in a negative manner. She's literally moving 12 minutes away and I'm still going to see her all the time until I leave for college again. She moved to college back home after her freshman year elsewhere and has been living at home again. And while she loves my parents and is so much happier back here than where she was, she just wants to be able to try living out of the house like so may of our friends are and that's totally fine. My parents agree that like we're twenty and it's normal for people to want to do that during college and it could be a good experience for when we're out of it and we're both good kids. So that happens today and it all went well and I really an estancia for her that she finally gets to do this. And I think that this will be something she enjoys and will be good for her to be independent like she wants to be a bit more of. She'll still be super close to everything she knows but she also gets to try stuff she hasn't before. And I think she'll do great. Because I adore her so much and I want her to be happy so badly. She is my twin and my other half in every sense of the word. Which is funny because we look nothing a like and 80% of the time we are the literal definition of the whole "The Brawn and The Brain" one athletic and one nerdy twin stereotype. My parents put us in separate rooms at like a year and a half old because she'd fall asleep like sleeping beauty and I'd take much longer to fall asleep and would keep her up too much while just messing around in my crib and it just wasn't working out at all. But as different as we are I wouldn't change a single thing about her for anything in the world. She is and always will be my best friend and I know without a doubt I would choose her above anyone else right now. And I'm so happy to see she's happy....But there is a part of me that fucking hates this. And I'm not really sure what to do right now.

Because if it hasn't been noticed, I really am not good at expressing my feelings out loud. In life or when reading things I'll have so many thoughts in my head about it and how much I feel about it and what I think. But when someone asks about it or if I want to tell them how I felt about it, I have a very hard time saying more than "it was good" "it was fine" "I loved it." Because really in the backwards way my brain sometimes works, those words are all that's needed to express exactly how I feel and anything else just wouldn't make sense or would be repetitive and my brain also gets on to be about being too repetitive or rambley especially when I'm nervous or excited. And so while it isn't always a bad thing, and I am able to control my emotions relatively well in many situations, I also tend to bottle the worse things up and I know that's not always good.

But I have briefly cried at least five times today when I made sure no one was looking. And I really don't cry a lot. I don't like crying because honestly nine times out of ten it's doesn't makes sense to me to do. Either my brain says that crying would not be productive to the situation so let's find a better solution or I would rather set aside what's bothering me and make myself focus on something different because I don't want to be sad. I like being happy and I really would rather just forgive and forget most nonmajor inconveniences instead of letting them bring me down. I like being a glass half full kind of person and I don't think that's a bad thing. And once again, bottling things up isn't good even if I can't help it sometimes.

But when it comes to my sister I don't have that issue at all apparently. I like to joke that she's the biggest reason I ever cry and not because she's tossing the remote at me from across the couch. But it's also true because when it comes to her I can't actually hold stuff in and just the thought of something happening to her worries me so much at times even if I know she's going to be fine. I think the biggest thing this time is that she won't be as close to me anymore. Like us going to different colleges was one thing, but it also wasn't too bad because on top of texts and calls and stuff, I knew that when I came home from the holidays she'd still be sleeping right down the way like she'd been quiet literally since ever. And now that's not gonna happen anymore and while I understand that it will even have to happen one day and we will both move out and not live in the house we've grown up in. There's something about it that just makes me uncomfortable. Because I think the last thing in this world I want is to lose anything with my sister because we've move apart.

But yeah. So honestly today has been a good day. Work was good and her move in was easy and my family had pizza dinner at the apartment and this day really couldn't have gone smoother. And I've talked to a lot of great people today too. I think the biggest issue today has been the ten minute power outage that happens while writing this and tumblr being a little ass about me trying to edit a post and organise it the way I like. Like really? Why is it shoving over my bolded text to stuff I didn't chose and why is it shifting where my hyperlink? Though again. In the span of things those aren't really big deals. They won't affect me forever and all in all they didn't do anything to dampen the good that happens today.

But something about today has just drained me and so I want to wait until Sunday or Monday to read things when I can fully focus on them without my anxiety in the background. And I feel bad about it because I like everything y'all do and I want to see more of it but I just can't do that today and I don't want anyone to think I'm ignoring them or am not interested. I am, but I just don't think I'll be able to fully focus and respond and process on what I'm reading tonight and stuff.

Finally, I do however, have two things in my queue for this weekend but haven't gotten around to it until now. Mainly because I wasn't sure if anyone would be interested or if it would be worth it. But I've made them and I've been meaning to post them for a few days and don't want to let my self chicken out about it again But the first post is a WIP list of the stories I haven't published, the ones I've started writing, and some ideas I have planned next. I think it would maybe help people seen what I'm working on, and also be a place for me to semi store ideas that I make up. The second post is just something about tags list I'm going to start making. Because I haven't actually form that yet, and while I've had people asked to be tagged in stuff before, an actual for stuff didn't occur to me until recently and I was always worried that I would forget someone who asked. And I'm not sure how may people would want to be on them but I figured it could actually help me organise things a bit!

And yeah! That's it. If you've read this all or even a bit I'm sorry for rambling. But I love all of y'all, all of y'all are brilliant and amazing and I can't what to see what happens next with all of y'all lovely people! ❤️❤️ Have a good weekend!!

#Addy Rambles

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elithingswell · 1 year

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Hi I've OFMD-ified Slumberland

who can i hire to write this pls

so Alma and Stede live alone in a lighthouse on a small island. They're very close and every night he tells her tall tales of sailing with the great Blackbeard. One night Alma has a terrifying Kraken nightmare, and wakes to find Stede is lost at sea and presumed dead. Alma, now orphaned, has no choice but to move in with her dad's former best friend, Ed. They used to be sailors together and were super close until Stede married Mary and settled down in the lighthouse. Neither Stede or Mary had any family, and as surprised as Ed is that he was in Stede's will at all, he can't send Stede's kid to the state so he very reluctantly takes her in.

(maybe there was the option to send her to Stede's Dad, a cruel grandfather she never met, but his will asked that Ed be contacted first and when Ed was faced with sending her to the state or THAT MAN, he said fine i'll take her i guess).

He's absolutely horrible at it. Not kid friendly, cant' connect with her and his very misguided in his "efforts". He's pretty immature and refuses to "grow up" or "Deal with feelings". he's basically a hermit, sticking to the safety of his pillow-fort-like apartment and his fridge full of marmalade.

Meanwhile Alma's been slipping in and out of slumberland and she actually meets the blackbeard of her dad's tales, and he actually seems to know her dad and validate all his tales. i'll be honest i was only half listening to the plot but i think they both wanna find pearls to achieve their respective dreams right?? (Blackbeard remembering who he was in the waking world and Alma seeing her dad again)

So plot happens and they're navigating slumberland while being chased by Alma's nightmare Kraken, and also dream cop Izzy Hands who's been hunting Blackbeard for 30 years but is actually really kind to Alma and urges her to give up on her search for the pearls so she doesn't get stuck in slumberland and become someone like blackbeard. All while in the real life, Alma finds the map/lies to her school/fights with Ed/finally runs away back home in the little sailboat Ed got her in an attempt to bond ("Ta-da!!! It's named the revenge, after the ship your dad and i used to sail on"). She also figures out Ed is Blackbeard after he casually mentions the silly nicknames Stede and Ed had for each other while on the job (the gentleman pirate and blackbeard obvs) and everything clicks.

Anyway final scene happens. Alma uses her pearl to wake up Blackbeard. I reeeally dont like character death and i so far have avoided it in the OFMD fandom so this can go two ways. if its really character death she can have a final dream convo with her dad where hes like "i taught you everything so you could explore the world not live on an island" and "please look out for ed hes a wild man on the inside".

OR. Alma only gets one pearl and decides she can move on with her life without that final convo with her dad, which is really how i thought the movie was gonna go.

EITHER WAY:

Ed gets his groove back and saves Alma from drowning. Ending is picking up Alma from school in a leather jacket, looking much more cool and relaxed, and flirting with her teacher who is probably Lucius tbh cos he'd be the only one running around going "can someone PLEASE care about this child's mental health?!" and b e g g i n g Ed to please talk about his feelings for the love of G O D. Bonus at the end maybe lucius is like "hey we've been missing you at the gay bars we're waiting for you to come back" and ed like yeah i think i will, like signifying his return to community and him leaving his pillow fort life behind idk lol.

OR. Bonus not charater death ending cos i dont like that: at the very end, instead of or maybe after flirting with the teacher, Stede is actually found at sea and returns to Alma and Ed.

or maybe spanish jackie is the dream cop and izzy is the pig L M F A OOOOOOOO. oh wait hes not a pig hes a capybara LOLLLLLLLL

*OH also i want the reason for Stede to marry Mary is that Mary was ready. Maybe they were old family friends and had family pressure to settle down, which honestly is what Stede really wanted to do, he was excited to have a family. Maybe he bought a lighthouse and asked Ed to live with him in it, but Ed was terrified by the permanency of everything and Stede ended up leaving with Mary, who he really did love and was bffs with. So Ed absolutely spiraled and stopped dreaming. and started to be an immature brat loll.

ANYWAY YEAH SOMEONE MAKE THIS HAPPEN PLS THIS IS THE LITERAL EXTENT OF MY WRITING SKILLS THANK U :))))))

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buckysgirl325 · 4 months

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Light of the Night (Bucky Barnes x reader)

This is my first draft on tumblr, I hope you guys like it:)

This is a Bucky Barnes x you which includes 40's Bucky

It was a cool, dark night in New York of May, 1943. You and your friend Samantha had decided to go to Coney Island to top the night off with some fun. Samantha grabbed your hand, and pulled you out of your dorm door.

"Come on, y/n! We'd better leave now if we're gonna go at all."

You were pretty tired, on the other hand, and didn't really want to go. But you also didn't want to upset Samantha, you didn't want to start a fight. So you agreed. You stood up straighter, looked in your mirror one last time as you fluffed out your curled y/h/c hair. After putting on a bit more red lipstick, you followed along behind your crazy best friend.

"Okay, fine."

Once you were seated in her car, she looked at you like you did something wrong. You rolled your eyes, and sighed.

"What, Samantha?"

She laughed.

"You know I'm gonna make you ride the Cyclone, right? It'll be fun!"

You bit your lip and rolled your eyes again. You were not very much of a roller coaster person, but you were gonna face your fears, anyways. You didn't want to look like a baby in front of everyone.

"I know, I know." you responded, laughing a little.

~~~

Once you and Samantha arrived at Coney Island, it seemed like the perfect night to be there. The cool breeze was shifting your and Samantha's curled hair, as you tried to keep up with each other in your new high heels. You were wearing matching bright red mini dresses that matched your bright red lipstick. The guy at the ticket stand seemed happy, too.

"Two tickets please, my ladies." he smirked at us.

You rolled your eyes while Samantha laughed, handing him your tickets. Once you entered the park, you felt a bit overwhelmed. So many people were laughing, cheering, dancing, singing, and screaming from the new roller coaster. You bit your lip and smiled.

"Crowded, but still fun!" you said happily staring at everything in sight.

That is, until you looked to your left, noticing Samantha walking off with two guys her age, leaving you behind.

"Hey boys, I didn't think I'd see you here tonight." she purred in their ears as they walked on either side of her.

Off they went, leaving you alone standing in the middle of everything, as you hear them laughing with each other, skipping towards the diner. You gasped, full of anger, knowing your so called 'best friend,' just betrayed you. She used you so she wouldn't look like she's 'alone' walking into the park.

You sighed, and palmed your face with your hands as you felt a small tear slip down your cheek. How would you get home, and what was there to do now? You knew there was something up with her. You could sense these things easily, but never expected it from your best friend. You searched around for the nearest bathroom, maybe to hide in.

You ran through the crowds of many people, loud, abnoxious, and all you wanted to do was go home. But suddenly, you ran into someone. Someone tall, and charming, with a big smile on his face. Until you bumped into him. His grin changed to a look of worry. You gasped, and flattened out your short, red dress.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry, excuse me." You said, your eyes welling up with tears, while you tried to stop them.

He bent down to help you up, and his look of worry changed to a smile again.

"Don't worry about it, doll. Are you alright?" he asked with a passion.

He was so...charming. Strands of dark hair fell into his face as he smirked at me, his lips tugging at the corners. I noticed he was wearing a light brown army suit, with his cap slightly tilted to the side. You, noticing his charm, fell almost speechless.

"I, um," you stuttered.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Just as you turned to walk away, you felt warm, gentle, and sort of comforting hands grab your arm. You blushed, and turned back around.

"I'm James Buchanan Barnes. You can call me Bucky, though." he said with another smirk.

You finally maintained eye contact with him, because it was too tempting not too. Once your eyes met, something felt very different. You felt a strong sense of comfort, like everything was gonna be okay. You noticed how beautiful they were, bright blue, especially with the moon light hitting them. You smiled a bit, wiping away a tear.

"Y/n." you said, shaking a bit.

He smiled, and nodded happily.

"Beautiful name, y/n!" he said.

His voice sounded gentle, comforting, but most importantly, hot. You noticed you was staring into his eyes for too long, and had to force yourself to stop. Bucky glanced down at your dress, and then back up to your eyes, making you blush. Bucky smirked.

"Um, so, can you tell me what happened? I would like to help you out, doll." he said in a way that made you blush.

"Oh, um, it's really nothing..." you froze.

You couldn't help but notice how close you were to Bucky, and how you two could not stop staring into each other's eyes. Bucky glanced down at your dress again, and then back up to you, making your heart skip a beat.

"You sure, doll?" he asked with wide eyes.

You decided it would be best to tell him, since for some reason, you felt a sense of trust with him.

"Um, well, my friend...I mean, best friend, or well she used to be...betrayed me tonight. Went off with some stupid guys who she's never told me about, leaving me here alone, and-" he interrupted you as a couple tears slid down your cheek. His voice was so comforting.

"Hey, shhh, don't cry, it'll be alright. You're not alone anymore." he said comforting you.

You watched his hand as he moved it up to wipe away your tears. You felt your heart flip, as it led into him caressing your cheek.

"Just so you know, doll, I'm here for you. Who cares about some stupid betraying jerks?" he said, causing you to giggle.

You stood up straighter, as you and Bucky got closer and closer. You no longer felt sadness or stress, but something you hadn't felt in a while.

"Bucky, you're so good with words." you finally managed to spit out.

Bucky chuckled, and intertwined his fingers with yours. You no longer felt the cold breeze of the night, but warmth from being with Bucky. You could hear the sudden music playing from the center of the park, slow dancing jazz. Bucky looked you up and down before turning you around to face the music.

"Come on, doll, let's go dance."

You felt your heart skip many beats as you two walk the night together, you forgetting everything that happened earlier because you were with Bucky. Safe and comfortable with him. And you liked each other.

Bucky's little friend came running up behind him, having watched everything. He sighed, finally catching up with you two.

"Bucky?" he yelled.

"What are you doing?"

Bucky still coudn't take his eyes off you as he answered the smaller guy.

"Spending the night with my girl, Steve."

You blushed and giggled at this comment. He just called you his girl. You were his. And he was yours. Moments later, Bucky wrapped his strong, gentle arms around you're waist, leading you two to feel the warmth of each other again.

~~~

Hours later, still dancing with each other, you found that your feet were more sore than ever from your new high heels. Although, you had just had the best night of your life, spending time with Bucky. You told each other everything. Serious things and funny things. You two shared many laughs that you would never forget. Thinking over the night while swaying side to side, facing each other, Bucky's eyes flickered down to your lips. He cupped your face, while you tangled your fingers in his hair.

He pressed his lips against yours, while mumbling against your lips.

"I love you, doll."

Your heart humped in your chest as you took in his comment. You mumbled back against his.

"I love you too, Buck."

#bucky barns x y/n #bucky barns imagine

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sadomas0chist · 3 years

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perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 2.4k

tags/warnings: dom jean, simultaneous masturbation, penetrative sex, oral receiving (female), fingering, swearing, casual sex, partying, make-out session, brother’s best friend, breeding kink, belly bulge.

synopsis: despite being Connie's sister, you were never half the party animal he was. at the moment, getting good grades on your last semester took all your time which made one of your good friends, Hitch, drag you out of your room to the party your brother hosted. what could possibly happen, other than sleeping with your brother's best friend?

a.n. : i was thinking about turning this into a short series but i’m still debating whether i should go for it or not. anyway, enjoy!!!

update: i actually turned this into a series ;) part two is up!!

Being the sister of one of the most chaotic human beings on earth had its drops. I was supposed to be studying for my last semester which was pretty difficult and needed a full-time concentration.

Instead, I was getting dolled up by one of my best friends, Hitch, who was practically begging me to get out of my room and party. "Don't be so nerdy, it's not like you need the extra credit. Connie will be sad if you don't show up. He's been whining to Sasha all day long how his own sister didn't want to attend his own party." She applied some red lipstick to my lips and popped hers as a sign that she was done.

"Hitch, I really appreciate y'all getting worried about me going crazy, but I'm fine really. You know I'm only going because I missed you and the girls." I stood up from my bed and walked to my vanity, gasping at how sexy I looked.

Hitch smacked my ass in response. "Your ass looks good in this dress. Get some tonight." I raised my eyebrow at her. She knew I wasn't in the mood to mess around and get attached again. I shrugged it off and opened my bedroom door.

"Wait, why didn't he invite them to our house?" I stopped, watching her make her way in front of me.

"He needed more space. And a pool. Now come on we're going to be late." she reached out to grab my hand and dragged me out of my house.

***

"Oh goodness..." I mumbled to myself when I noticed how crowded the place was. Some people were already drunk and throwing up on the grass and in garbage cans, others were shamelessly rubbing on each other, while the rest was either in the pool or at the bar.

"Oh, there's Connie." She pointed at my brother who gave her a tight hug. "Look who's here!" she cheered shaking my shoulders.

"Hey," I smiled and hugged him. "All good?" he smiled down at me and pat my head. I nodded and threw him back a smile. "Aight then, I'm gonna get going. Take care." he pointed at me jogging backward and eventually turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

A pat on my shoulder made me turn around, a grin instantly forming on my lips when I noticed that this hand belonged to Sasha. She jumped in my arms, squeezing me tightly. "Jeez I thought you were dead, never isolate yourself like that again." I chuckled taking a bite of her hot dog. "Hey!" she smacked my arm almost making me choke on the meat.

We caught up on a few things, our conversation getting steamier as Hitch began to mention her sex life and how we should be taking notes.

“No, but really, all jokes aside. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re not getting laid. I don’t even think you know how to pull men anymore babe, full offense.” She took a swing of her beer and shrugged her shoulders. I scoffed, clearly offended.

“Working my ass off for college doesn’t change anything in my flirting techniques.” I scoffed “You know what? I’ll prove it to you right now. Your pick.” I raised my hands up, challenging her. Sasha jumped in excitement next to me while Hitch was inspecting our surroundings.

“Him.” she pointed at the bar. I scrunched my face when I saw a guy who looked musty and crusty. “Girl, not him. Him.” she held my jaw with her hand and tilted my head. My eyes landed on a tall male, manspreading on the stool as his back was leaning against the wooden bar, watching everyone’s move. His elbows were resting on the wood, his right hand holding his drink, swirling it around.

He looked delicious with his tight black shirt and chinos, squeezing him in all the right places. His hair was slicked back, almost dropping to his shoulders. His facial features weren’t clear enough due to the distance I was standing from, but his jawline looked good enough.

He didn’t look like he was expecting company or was here with someone. I smirked and shook her hand, accepting her challenge. “What do you want me to do?”

“Make out with him. You’ve kissed strangers before. I’d like to see if you still have the balls to do it.” I shook my head with a grin. Frankly, I was expecting her to task me with something much worse.

“Done.” Sasha jumped in excitement and Hitch shook my hand. “Watch, and learn.” I turned on my heels and walked to the bar where he was sitting.

“Hey you,” I hissed, getting his attention. “Don’t move,” I whispered as I positioned myself between his legs and grabbed his jaw, placing my lips on his.

From here it could go two ways: he either pushes me off and tells me he’s into guys- yes it happened before, not a pleasant memory- or he kisses me back.

At first, he was shaken. However, it didn’t take him too long to snake his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him, deepening the kiss. He freed his hand from the glass he was holding and wrapped it around the back of my neck, pushing me closer.

I parted my lips, his tongue gently sliding in and toying with mine. When I finally decided it was enough, I let go of him and pulled away, a slight trail of saliva hanging from our lips.

Without adding any other word, I grinned at him and left. He didn’t say anything and sincerely I’m glad he didn’t. He clearly enjoyed it as well.

“Oh my God you actually did that.” she squeaked, shaking my shoulders.

“Hitch, it's not the first time. Also, he was a good kisser. Now, do you believe me?”

She sighed in defeat and nodded. Sasha was long gone, probably dragged to the dance floor by Connie and soon enough Marlo was here to drag Hitch too. I found this as an opportunity to go to the bathroom.

To my surprise, it was empty and clean. I checked if my mascara was still intact and if I needed to fix my lipstick. While I was applying some lipstick on, a group of girls came in, obviously tipsy, and started talking about the guys they wanted to fuck.

“There’s this tall dude with long hair, ugh girl I just want to hump him.” one of them giggled, leaning on her friend for support.

“Stephanie!! He was with a black-haired girl, don't be a slut.” her friend smacked her.

I cocked my eyebrow and added some mascara. I gathered my stuff and texted Hitch that I was going back home.

It was getting lame and my brother was in no way to be seen. I’m sure Hitch and Sasha would understand. I’ve been too focused on my studies and partying wasn’t what I needed right now.

I walked to the gates and waited for a taxi.

“Already leaving?” a voice echoed behind me, startling me. I jumped around to be met with the same dude I made out with, this time, a leather jacket resting on his shoulders.

Great.

“I’m not feeling it.” I shrugged.

“You can’t leave alone. Some dudes are total creeps.” He walked to me. His tall frame towering over me, the mixture of alcohol and perfume intoxicating me.

“You could easily be one of them. I don’t know you.”

“Well, if I were, you wouldn’t have made out with me for starters. You look mature enough to distinguish a gentleman from a douchebag.” He grinned, pushing my hair behind my shoulders.

“A gentleman?” I questioned, toying with the pockets of his jacket.

“Only if you want me to be,” he mumbled, raising my chin with his index finger.

We stared at each other for a while. I knew he was another stranger, but he made me feel aroused. Maybe Hitch was right. Maybe I needed some relief. So I did what I thought I’d never do.

“Come over. My brother is having fun at this stupid party and I doubt he’ll be back any time soon.”

I could tell he was hesitating, and to be honest, his silence made me question if I made the right decision asking him to come over. He looked like he didn’t want to take advantage of me. A true gentleman, I thought.

I didn’t really care though. We were both taking advantage of each other in this situation, knowing that we will probably never see each other again after this. It was a one-time thing.

I did have, however, a feeling that I’ve seen him before, but the booze wasn’t making me think straight and I shrugged it off. He didn’t seem to recognize me so there was nothing to be worried about.

“On one condition.” he spoke up. I tilted my head waiting for him to proceed. “Tonight, I’m in control.”

I chuckled and nodded. “If that’s what you want, cowboy then sure thing.”

“Jean.” he handed out his hand for me to shake.

“Y/n.”

***

It didn’t take us a lot of time to find his car and get to my place. As a matter of fact, our clothes dropped instantly on the floor as soon as we went through my bedroom door.

“You’re so hot,” he mumbled between kisses, his hand folding my breast. I giggled throwing my head back, my fingers playing with his hair.

His hands traveled down my body, parting ways as one pressed against my heat and the other squeezed my ass. He worked his digits between my folds, my fingers digging in his shoulders.

He gathered my slick before pushing it back with his middle and ring finger.

“Fuck Jean,” I moaned out. I pushed him closer, licking him from the base of his neck to his earlobe, and gently sucked it.

He sighed and backed me until I reached my bed. “Relax now,” He pushed me down on the mattress and spread my legs. I grabbed my pillow and placed it underneath my hips.

He sat on his knees and put my legs on his shoulders, my cunt a few inches away from him. Locking eyes with me, he gave my opening a long lick.

I hissed as he licked my slit, his thumb rubbing small circles to my clit. My hands gripped onto my sheets, my hips bucking. Damn, he was good.

“Shit, ahh, Jean,” I whimpered, his fingers now massaging my insides as his tongue played with my clit. He hummed against me, sending vibrations all over my heat.

I squealed as I felt myself get closer, my legs shakings on his shoulders.

“Be a good girl and come all over my face eh?” he seduced his fingers going faster inside me, occasionally curling to hit my sweet spot.

“I’m so close, fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I chanted gripping his hair, my head pushing down the mattress as my orgasm drove me over the edge.

He stood back up, his stubble coated with my wetness. He sucked his fingers before making them pop out of his mouth.

“Tastes as good as it looks.” He chuckled. “Spread them lips for me again baby let me see your mess”. he purred pushing his hair back.

Doing as I’m told, I spread my folds with my index and middle finger and bit my lip before running another finger between them, feeling my slick. He groaned as I touched myself, slightly playing with my swollen clit.

“You want me?” Jean stroked himself as I dipped my fingers inside me. I nodded biting harder on my lower lip, watching as he pumped himself, his vein now conspicuous.

He kneeled on my bed, pulling me closer to him. “Then take me.” And with that, he rammed himself in. I yelped at the painful stretch, his hands holding my hips. I grabbed his wrist with a hand and tried to reach my headboard with the other.

Once given the green light, he started moving slowly in and out, making sure I was comfortable. Gentleman alright.

His pace was steady, the moonlight lighting his side. He looked absolutely handsome. I wasn’t fragile, nor delicate whatsoever. Still, he didn’t fuck me just to please himself. He wanted to please me and feel me as much as I wanted to.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you okay?” I nodded with a smile. Jean’s thrusts became faster and harder. The deep long strokes were just appetizers for what he was keeping in store. He was big, but he felt incredibly nice.

My room soon was filled with the sounds of our bodies smacking against each other along with my moans and his grunts.

I was already feeling sensitive from my first orgasm, and his strokes were my g-spot almost perfectly. I was a panting mess beneath him, my makeup smudged across my face.

“Ah fuck, you’re choking me so fucking good.” he whimpered throwing his head back. Droplets of sweat trailed down from his toned chest to his abs. I stared at his tattoos and how they complimented him.

“Feel it y/n.” he grabbed my hand and placed it on my lower stomach. Shit.

“I’m gonna cum again, oh fuck, Jean.” I whimpered, his hips rocking my body. I squirmed under him, his thumb rubbing my pink bud, adding more friction.

I wailed as I felt my orgasm rip through my body, his thrusts getting sloppier. I knew he was close.

Fortunately, I’m always on the pill, so I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him down. “I want you to fill me up, please,” I begged, his face buried in my neck, leaving a love bite.

“I’m going to fill you up so good, so damn good.” He lifted my waist with his arms and pulled me closer. “Fuck, yes, oh fuck, yes.” he whimpered in my ear as he emptied himself in me, warming my walls with his semen.

We lead there for a while, motionless. His dick was limp inside me, his arms still holding me.

He feels warm. I don’t want to move. No, he has to move. I don’t do aftercare.

“That was good,” I said breaking the silence. Jean rolled to his side, his cum instantly leaking out of me as pulled out.

“Indeed. Thank you.” I chuckled at his silly response.

“You don’t thank someone for having sex with them dumbass.” A smile formed on his lips as he stood up to grab some tissues from my nightstand to clean me up.

“I’m a gentleman, remember?” he cleaned off our cum and tossed the tissues in my garbage can. “I should get going, we don’t want your brother to go nuts on you.” I nodded and pulled the sheets to cover my nude body. It was a shame that he was leaving, but as I said, I never did aftercare when it came to casual sex.

He put on his briefs and began pulling up his bottoms, however, the most unexpected thing happened, making him stop in his tracks.

“Hey, y/n I brought you some- Jean?!” Connie yelled dropping the bag of chips he was holding.

“Connie?!” Jean who was now half-clothed yelled back.

“Are you- oh my god- did I just sleep with your sister?” He panicked, holding his head with both hands.

I smacked my mouth, my eyes wide open. What the fuck was I supposed to do in a situation like that.

“You sure as hell did idiot!” my brother replied, now both of the males looking at me.

Well, that’s extremely awkward.

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hyunsuks-beanie · 3 years

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It'll Always Be You

Lee Felix × reader; angst, but with a fluffy ending; 2923 words; lovers to exes and back

A/N So Felix has me feeling all sorts of things today, bc of how good he looked during the performance. So here's a scenario for our Sunshine!

"Here's your order and have a nice day," you smile to the female customer in front of you, before handing a pack of cookies to her child. Once the leave, you let out a sigh and look at your best friend who's cleaning the counter next to you. "All done for today!," you exclaim, to which your friend looks up and smiles, before taking off and folding her apron. "So, what are your plans for tonight?," she asks, making you give her a knowing look. She to her eyes before saying, "How long are you gonna stay cooped up inside your house? The break up was two years ago for heaven's sake, you need to start living your life again." "Hey, I am living my life, it's just that, unlike you, I am not interested in going out and meeting new people every day. I meet enough strangers while working here, so there's no need to go clubbing daily," you shrug.

When all she does in reply is pout, you chuckle and say, "Okay, how about we go for a movie tomorrow? My treat." Her face lights up at that, and she gives you a tight hug before saying, "I really want to meet your ex once though, just so I can break his nose." You giggle "Oh he's dead and gone."

Oh, if only you knew.

Once you send your friend off, you start tidying up your little bakery up. This was the place that helped you get over your breakup, which had been messy to say the least. You had immersed yourself fully in your work, because you knew it was one thing that would never hurt you or break your trust.

You sigh lovingly at the memories of setting up and running your bakery, turning your back against the front door. And just as you are reminiscing you hear the door open, causing you to turn. The moment you do so, however, you regret it, because standing there, staring at you wide-eyed, is your ex, otherwise known as Stray Kids' Lee Felix. You both continue to stare at each other for a while, before he finally breaks the silence (and your trance) by whispering, "Y/N."

You clear your throat, and say, "I'm sorry, but we're closed for the day." He rushes to the and hurriedly replies, "Please, it's rather urgent. My friend Hyunjin is really craving some blueberry pie, and he refuses fo join practice before I bring him what he wants." "I told you, I'm sorry, but I can't help you today. You can come back tomorrow though," you say, not looking into his eyes. "Please Y/N, Chan hyung is getting really angry, he's gonna ground me along with Hyunjin," Felix reasons, and you find yourself giving in to his pleading eyes and pouty lips.

"Fine, wait a minute," you say, making him crack a smile. Boy have you missed that smile of his, you think, before mentally slapping yourself for still not being able to resist him, even though he broke your heart to pieces when he broke up with you over the phone two years ago, telling you that he could no longer do long distance with you being all the way in Australia. It wasn't the breakup that hurt you though, it was the fact that he had found someone better and closer to him, or so he said.

Little did you know, though, that the company had he had never really found anyone else, that he didn't want to find anyone else. The company had made him lie to you when they came to know he was secretly dating. He tried to put up a fight, but the company started threatening him about the group facing consequences. He knew you'd see right through him if he told you the truth, so he had to lie to you in order to make you hate him, just so you could move on in life. He meant well, but he never knew he hurt you so bad that you'd give up on dating and love altogether.

"Here you go," you say while handing him his parcel. He thanks you, while contemplating if he should make small talk. Mustering up the courage, he asks, "How have you been?", while looking down. "Fine," you reply, "Congrats on the comeback." His head snaps up at that, as he says, "I didn't know you knew I had a comeback," "It was all over the news, Felix. Stray Kids are really making it big," you swallow before adding, "Your partner must be really proud of you," complete with a fake smile plastered on your face.

Felix winces at your words, not knowing what to say. In the end, he settles with, "How long have you been running this bakery?" "Since about a month after we broke up." When he gives you a confused expression, you sigh and add, "I was kinda already about to move to Seoul when you told me that you had found someone else. I was gonna surprise you, but you ended up surprising me instead."

"Y/N, I-I never knew. I'm so sorry, I-," he says, but you cut him off. "I-I t-think you should leave," you say, with tears threatening to spill. "Let me explain, please. I swear I'll come clean, please, just give me a chance." "No Felix, I can't give you any chance, you blew it up when you hurt me so bad that it made scared of ever loving again. Please.....j-just go," you say, shutting your eyes close. Dejected, he turns around to leave, but not before saying, "I'm sorry," one more time. Once he leaves, you sink down to the floor, crying. "Why did you have to ruin me so bad?," You whisper.

You don't, however, notice that just outside the door, Felix too, is crying hysterically as he gets into his car.

Upon reaching the JYP building, Felix rushes to the washroom to try and dry his eyes and hide any signs that he's been crying. "I still love you. I never stopped, but gosh, why did I have to be such an idiot to let you go? And that too, in the worst way possible?," he says to his reflection in the mirror, thinking back to your broken expression. Slamming his fist against the sink, he curses at himself.

Once he's finally sobered up a little, Felix goes back to the practice room to give Hyunjin his pie. Though he has half a mind to just call in sick and go home and weep, he knows the group needs him. "Here you go, Hyun," he forces a smile onto his face when Hyunjin thanks him. Chan notices his slumped shoulders, but shrugs it off as tiredness. "Now that everyone is satisfied, can we get back to practice?," he asks. Once all the boys agree, rehearsals begin again, but Felix can't find it in himself to focus. He keeps making mistakes, which finally results in Chan stopping the music, grabbing his hand, and taking him out the practice room and to his studio.

"What is it, Lix? You've been distracted ever since you came back from the bakery. Come on, I know something is bothering you, it isn't like you to lose focus. Tell me what it is," Chan says, sternly but gently, his concern for the younger boy evident. "It's nothing, hyung. I'm just tired," Felix tries to evade the question, but Chan presses on. "I'm not buying that, and I'm not gonna have you distracted during performances or practices, either. I can't risk you injuring yourself or any of the boys, so I'm saying again. Spit. It. Out. Leader's orders."

Felix sighs, running a hand through his hair. After a pause, he finally says, "I saw Y/N today. The bakery, it is owned by them." Chan's eyes go wide at this, since he's the only one who knows the circumstances under which you both broke up, and is also the only one who knows about how much Felix regrets letting you go, in the worst possible way. "What happened? Were they....rude to you? Or did they do something?" "What? No hyung, they were nothing but nice to me. We made small talk, and they told me that they were planning to surprise me by moving to Seoul, when I broke up with them. I hurt them so bad that they are scared of ever loving again," Felix says, taking shaky breaths between sentences as tears welled up in his eyes again.

"I messed up so bad hyung, you know I still love them. They're the nicest, most perfect, most lovable person I've ever known, and I damaged them so badly, gosh I feel so guilty," he breaks down again, causing Chan to wrap his arms around him, giving him a shoulder to cry on. Once Felix calms down, Chan says, "You know what you have to do now, right?" "What do you mean?"

"You say you still love them. You say you're guilty. But instead of telling these things to me, you need to tell this to them. Apologize to them, tell them the whole story. Tell them there was never anyone else, and that it's always been them. You didn't fight for them back then, because you were worried for us. But you can fight for them now, because we got your back. Win them back, Lix. Make up for your mistake."

"B-but hyung, why would they ever want to take me back again? I've been nothing but a jerk to them." "Well, in that case, you can't blame them. But they deserve to at least know the truth. They deserve to know that your intentions were not wrong. If they choose to walk away after that, they will at least have had gotten closure. Who knows, it might help them muster the courage to go out and love again. You owe this to them, Lix."

Chan succeeded in knocking some sense into Felix, as the next day, the younger boy found himself in front of your bakery, preparing a long speech explaining why he did what he did to you. He's so engrossed in his thoughts that he doesn't notice your best friend walk out the bakery and stand next to him. "Uhm, are you okay?," she asks, surprising him. "O-oh, uh-uhm, yeah," says Felix, while noticing her uniform, that's identical to yours. "Do you work with Y/N?" "Yeah, we're friends and partners, and on most days, we work together. But they called in sick today, and told me they'd cover the evening shift. How do you know them though?"

To this, Felix finds himself at a loss for words, but he figures if he's gonna come clean to you, he needs an ally. And what better person than your best friend? So he takes down his mask slightly, making your friend gasp in response. "You Felix from Stray Kids! What are you doing here?" "I-I came here to meet Y/N. We broke up two years ago due to a mistake I made, but I need to explain things to them. They deserve to know the truth." He looks up to see your friend glaring at him, as she says, "That was you? You broke my best friend's heart? How could you? I'm not letting you anywhere near them, you jerk"

"Please, just give me 5 minutes, and I'll explain everything to you. Then you can decide if I deserve one more chance." When your friend doesn't say anything, Felix launches into his own version of things, explaining himself and his actions. Once he's done, your friend is still glaring at him, but he notices a smile tugging at her lips.

"You have been nothing but a complete and utter jerk to them. And honestly, you deserve to get your ass kicked by them. But I know that they still love you, and the way you are repenting what you did tells me that you love them too. So I give you my blessing. They'll be here in the evening at 6, be here before then." Felix hugs her super tight at that, with the biggest smile plastered on his face while thanking her. She adds, "But if you hurt them again, I swear I'm gonna murder you with my own two hands." "It won't come to that, I promise."

Felix arrives at the bakery at 10 minutes to six, and the moment he enters, your friend shoves him into the kitchen, asking him to stay there till you come. Once she leaves, he starts pacing up and down, raking his hand nervously through his hair. He tries to prepare what he is going to say, but gives up when he realizes that it would all go out the window when he sees you.

Meanwhile, the moment you step inside the bakery, your friend pretends to be busy setting stuff up on the counter, and asks you to bring in some things from the kitchen. Unassuming, you start walking towards the kitchen doors, when she notices your swollen eyes and exclaimed "Babe, have you been crying?" You muster up a fake smile and tell him that it's just you not feeling well, but unknown to you, Felix heard your friend, and guilt washes over him again. But he doesn't have time to wallow in it, as soon after, you step in.

The way your expression morphs into one of pure sadness breaks his heart into a million pieces, and when you say, "What more do you want from me?" while holding back tears, it takes everything in him to stop from falling to his knees and begging forgiveness. He tries to speak, but you hold up a finger, indicating you aren't finished. "Now that you've found me again, was it not enough for you to have me admit that what you did to me made me stop believing in love? Do you even want to rub it in my face by telling me how happy your are with your partner? If that is so, then please, just get lost, I'm begging you."

Tears are now streaming down your face, and Felix finds himself saying, "Just please. Let me explain. You deserve to know the truth and my feelings and intentions. If after that, you want me to leave, I swear, you will never have to see me again." You can't look at him, but when you don't reply, he says, "I promise that this is the real truth behind what I did. Please hear me out. I lied when I said I had found someone else. There is no 'someone else,' and there never will be one. The only person I've loved, the only person I still love, is you. It'll always be you."

"The company made me break up with you, and threatened me that the group will face consequences if I didn't do as they had asked. I that that if I outright told you the real reason, it would hurt you. And so, I decided to lie to you in order to make you hate me, even if it broke my heart. But never did I ever think that it would damage you so badly, and I know I've been stupid, but I can't help but ask for you to forgive me, and give me one last chance. I know I've been a total jerk to you, and even now, I'm being nothing but selfish, but I just want you to know that I still love you. I'll understand if you want nothing to do with me, and I'll walk away forever. But you deserved to get closure, and I hope that if you do choose to give up on me, you will now be able to love again, and trust again."

By the time he stops talking, the both of you are sobbing hard. You ask him, "Are you done?" When he nods, you say, "You say that you will walk away if I choose to give up on you. But do you really think I'll be able to give up on you? If I couldn't stop loving you even when you broke up with me in the cruelest way possible, what makes you think I'll stop loving you now that I know that you went through the same pain as me? You knew what the truth was, and you still had to hide it. I can only imagine how hurtful that must have been, Felix. I hate myself for believing your stupid lie, for ever doubting the love you had for me. I'm sorry, and I forgive you."

Felix looks up at you, surprised. It takes him some time to process your words, and when he does, he asks you, "What does that mean....for us?" To this, you shyly reply, "Well, I never stopped loving you, and if you didn't either, then should we give us another try?" Felix smiles the brightest he has in ages, as he slowly comes closer to you. Cupping your face, he wipes off your tears, as you proceed to do the same. "I promise I'll never let you go again," he says softly. You giggle and say, "You'd do well to keep that promise," before biting your lip.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?," he asks. You nod in response, causing him to gently place his lips on yours. And for the first time in a while, you feel like you're home.

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helloalycia · 3 years

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my patient’s neighbour [four] // wanda maximoff

summary: taking Wanda to meet your parents wasn't the best decision in hindsight...

warning/s: none i don't think?

author's note: i’m not sure what to say other than sorry in advance oops

The restaurant my parents chose wasn't too flashy but rather comforting and homely, with an Italian theme and matching cuisine. It was bustling with people, but it didn't take long for Wanda and I to find my parents sat at the back waiting for us.

"You gonna be okay?" I asked, glancing at her with a comforting squeeze of the hand.

"I've got you, haven't I?" she asked playfully, her accent thicker than usual as she spoke. And though she was joking, I knew there was truth to her words which sent the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy.

"You're cute," I said with adoration, appreciating how lovely her eyes looked in the dimly-lit restaurant. "Come on."

Hand in hand, we approached my parents' table and I had hopes that tonight would go well. My parents weren't exactly intimidating – at least anyone I'd ever known hadn't got that impression – but I still worried for Wanda. Unlike her, I couldn't read minds, so I couldn't tell if she was actually looking forward to tonight or if she was just doing it for me.

"Y/N, you're here!" my mum exclaimed with a grin when she spotted me.

"I am," I said with a nervous smile, before motioning to Wanda. "And so is Wanda, my girlfriend."

"Yes, Y/N mentioned you would be coming," my mum said with a friendly smile, looking to Wanda, before motioning to the table. "Please, sit, sit."

I squeezed Wanda's hand gently before pulling out a chair for her. She smiled at me appreciatively before I took a seat beside her, facing my parents.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Wanda," my dad said with a nod. "Y/N mentioned you plenty of times when we'd call to catch up with her."

"You, too," Wanda spoke politely. "Both of you. Y/N told me that you're travelling the world, is that right?"

I leaned on my hand and glanced at Wanda, who shot me a mischievous smile. Quirking a brow, I mentally applauded her. Getting my parents to talk about their travels was an easy way of bonding with them – they would tell every server and customer in this restaurant about their travelling if they could. She'd cracked them instantly.

I'm just that good, milashka (cutie).

Trying not to laugh as her words echoed in my mind because of her powers, I leaned back into my seat and listened in as my parents went into a ramble about their ongoing adventures. This was pretty much how the rest of the evening went, as the four of us dined on expensive wine and delicious pizza. They seemed to be getting along well, with Wanda asking all the right questions and giving them her picture-perfect smile that impressed all the elders. Heck, she was even impressing me.

Naively, I appreciated how well the evening was going until my parents decided to talk to Wanda about her career.

"So, Y/N mentioned you're one of those Revengers," my mum remembered as we ate.

"Avengers," I corrected her, mildly embarrassed.

Wanda chuckled, glancing at me, before nodding. "Yes, I am. For over a year now, I've been working with them."

"Them being Iron Man, Captain America, the Black Widow...?" my dad asked, looking up as if trying to remember the rest, further embarrassing me.

"Those are the ones," Wanda quipped with a nod.

My mum hummed in response as my dad nodded before leaning back in his seat and eyeing Wanda curiously.

"I can't imagine your job is the safest," he began. "You protect people from threats, right? Keep them safe."

Wanda seemed caught off guard, but recovered quickly. "It's got it's... dangers, yes. But I can handle myself. I've got powers and I know how to use them."

"You do," my dad agreed, before his eyes flickered to me briefly. "But Y/N doesn't. She's just a regular human."

I set my fork down on my plate and looked to him calmly. "Dad, what are you saying?"

"No, it's fine," Wanda said reassuringly, resting her hand on my leg under the table. I grabbed it and held it as she continued to speak to my father. "Y/N doesn't have powers, you are correct."

"And dating an Avenger, I can imagine, must put a huge target on her back," he said with concern, and my mum nodded in agreement. "How can we be certain that she is safe?"

"Dad!"

"Your father is right, Y/N," my mum said, giving me a look, before her expression softened as she looked to a startled Wanda. "We're not implying that you're incapable, Wanda. We can clearly see that you care about our daughter. And you're a lovely person. You're pretty much perfect."

Wanda swallowed hard. "But?"

My mother frowned. "But dating you is bound to put our Y/N in danger. She could get hurt just for being involved with you, with your friends. She doesn't have powers to protect herself. And I can't imagine you're around her all the time to keep her safe."

As angry as I was at my parents for saying this stuff – even if they were saying it out of love – memories of the incident flashed to mind. They were right, but it was a risk I'd accepted when dating Wanda. What good was it doing by bringing this up now?

Noticing Wanda's silence, I spoke up instead. "I appreciate your concern, guys, but I'm an adult. I understand the danger I may be put in by being with Wanda. But I love her and I know that she is here for me if anything were to ever happen."

"We know," my father said, giving me a small nod. "We just thought we'd share our opinion anyway. It's been weighing on us for a while is all."

I sighed quietly. I couldn't exactly fault them for that.

"Anyway, never mind that," my mum said, setting down her fork. "Now that we've got that out the way, let's order some dessert, yeah? Our treat."

Nodding, I let my parents get excited as they perused the dessert menus before them. Instead, I looked to the quiet brunette beside me and saw how lost in thought she was, eyes focused on the table and stuck in a daydream.

With the hand that was holding hers, I patted her hand with my thumb to earn her attention. She looked up suddenly, questioning gaze falling to me. I frowned and quirked a brow, wondering if she was okay. She forced a smile my way, squeezing my hand reassuringly, but I didn't believe her. I also couldn't question it right in front of my parents, so I decided to speak with her later.

Dessert went by quickly as Wanda, suddenly, wasn't very talkative. I didn't know if my parents noticed, but I sure did and I felt extremely guilty. If I had known of my parents' concerns, I never would have brought Wanda to meet them tonight.

After the evening came to a close and we all stepped out of the restaurant, I expected to be going home with my parents since we lived together, but they claimed they had more plans together tonight.

"Wow, you guys have more of a social life than we do," I joked when they told me to make my own way home.

Wanda barely smiled and I felt bad.

"We'll be back in a few hours," my mum promised, before pulling me in for a hug. "Tonight was fun. A great final night before we leave tomorrow."

I returned the hug and as I gave my dad one, I heard Wanda thanking my mum for the lovely evening halfheartedly. After saying our final goodbyes, Wanda led me to her car in silence, giving me time to try and put some jumbled thoughts together coherently.

As she had been for the past hour, Wanda was quiet on the drive back to my place. Whenever I would glance in her direction, she'd be chewing on her lip and focusing on driving, though the blank expression on her face made me think that maybe she was distracted. It didn't take a genius to know she was thinking about my parents' words and I suddenly felt guilty for putting that all on her.

"I'm sorry," I blurted halfway through the journey. "I'm sorry for what they said. It wasn't fair of them, I know that. They just... they meant well, Wanda, they really did." I tucked my hands under my thighs, wincing as their words echoed in my mind. "It doesn't change anything though, y'know? We're still us. We're still okay. I don't want you to feel like anything's changed because it hasn't."

I paused, swallowing hard, and glanced her way. She didn't even look my way, still in the same position as she was before I started to speak. Looking back to the road ahead, I let out a disappointed sigh, figuring she wasn't in a talking mood. I didn't blame her, but I hoped she would have understood what I meant.

The remainder of the drive was like this, Wanda deep in thought and me huddled under an imaginary blanket of guilt. When we finally reached my house, she turned the engine off and I waited for her to say something, literally anything. Her fingers drummed against the steering wheel mindlessly and I figured she was out of words for tonight.

"I'll ring you in the morning," I mumbled quietly, opening the car door. "If you want to speak, that is."

Leaving her there, I grabbed my bag and headed to the front door, but stopped when I heard her get out the car, too. Waiting, I turned around and watched as she approached me, eyebrows knitted in thought.

"Please say something," I said with pleading eyes.

She licked her lips, biting her lower lip so hard I'm surprised she didn't draw blood. Finally, she released it and looked to me with apologetic eyes.

"Your parents were right," she said.

I blinked with confusion. "What?"

She nodded, looking down at her shoes momentarily. "They were right, what they said. My life puts you in danger."

"Yeah, I know," I agreed, crossing my arms. "I knew that when I got with you, but that doesn't change anything."

She gave a disbelieving smile. "Seriously? Y/N, that changes everything."

"No, it doesn't," I told her sternly, growing frustrated. "This is the stuff you sacrifice when you love someone."

She sighed, shaking her head and looking away. "You shouldn't have to."

"But I chose to," I said, clenching my jaw.

"Don't you remember what happened last time?" she asked, stepping forward and holding my hand. "The incident?"

"We said we wouldn't talk about that," I reminded her with a low voice.

"But you remember, right? When they took you and I wasn't there? They could've hurt you!"

"Shut up!" I told her, raising my voice. Pulling my hand away from hers and taking a step back, I continued, "Why are you saying that? You came! You helped me!"

"But what if they did something to you before I got there?" she snapped. "What if I hadn't got to you on time?"

The memories came spilling into my mind, escaping the locked box I kept them in. Tears burned the corner of my eyes as I tried to think about anything else.

"You remember how scared you were?" Wanda asked, frowning at me with exasperated eyes. "You couldn't be by yourself for weeks!"

"Why are you doing this?!" I yelled, clenching my fists. "Why are you trying to frighten me?!"

"Because you should be frightened!" she retorted, stepping closer to me. Her dark green eyes were swirling storms of rage as she added, "It could happen again!"

I shoved her away from me, pinching the bridge of my nose with annoyance. Tears slipped from my eyes at the terrifying memory of what happened, what could have gone wrong, but I ignored them as I swallowed down the lump in my throat. Why the hell was she acting like this? Making me so angry at her for no reason?

"It's not even just that," she continued, jaw tensed. "How many times do I get hurt because of work and you get worried?"

"That's because I care about you," I muttered through stinging eyes.

"This will always be my life," she said, a hint of regret in her words as she looked to me. "I can't change it."

"I'm not asking you to!"

"Exactly! You're not! Which means you'll suck it up and stay with me and will live your life in constant concern for my well-being. It's not right."

I opened my mouth to respond because what she was saying was entirely stupid. But my emotions got the better of me and no words came out. Instead, my bottom lip quivered as I sucked up a breath.

"I need time to think," she suddenly said, anger disappearing from her voice and being replaced with an astute calmness.

My gaze snapped her way and through blurry vision, I watched her step back with her hands on her hips.

"So you can what – think about breaking up with me?" I said bitterly, and despite my anger, I didn't expect her to look at me with a softened expression, meaning my words were correct.

"Maybe it's better that way, Y/N," she said gently, eyes meeting mine.

I squeezed my hands together and tried to breathe through the pent-up anger that she'd caused, but the longer she stared at me, waiting for a response, the more I wanted to explode.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I muttered, scrunching my eyebrows together.

She pressed her lips together, looking away, and it only pissed me off more.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Wanda?!" I yelled. "You're quitting on our relationship because, what, you think I'm in danger? Well, news flash, honey, the worst already happened and I'm still here!"

She barely flinched as she avoided my eyes.

"You're a fucking coward!" I said, pointing at her. "If you needed an excuse to end things, you could have just said so!"

Breathing out, I wiped my tears away shakily. I expected her to argue back, to realise she'd made a mistake and regretted her words, but as I waited, I knew she was certain of her decision.

"Fine," I settled, brimming with rage. "Fuck off, Wanda."

Still, nothing.

Turning on my heel, I stormed to my front door and went through my keys with difficulty, hands shaking with anger. I heard Wanda's car door shut from behind me but didn't bother turning around. I clearly didn't need to as I heard the tyres screech against the road and knew she was gone.

Kicking my door with frustration, I found the key and opened up before heading inside and slamming the door behind me. How dare she break up with me because of something that I chose off my own back! She just gave up like we meant nothing to her, not even bothering to talk things out with me! And selfishly, she left me feeling pissed and resenting her more than I ever thought I would.

"What a bitch!" I shouted into the empty house, throwing my keys to the side harshly.

When they clinked against glass, I looked up and saw the vase of flowers Wanda had given me before dinner.

"The first and fucking last," I said dryly, before grabbing ahold of it and throwing it against the wall without thinking.

The glass shattered on impact, leaving a mess of water, flowers and small shards on the wooden floor. I looked at it, the brokenness resembling how my heart felt. As the adrenaline of my actions and previous angry words wore off, all that was left was hurt and pain and oh God, Wanda was gone. She'd left me. She'd given up.

I sank to the floor, pulling my legs up to my chest, and hugged them tightly. Stifling my cries, I dug myself into my knees and felt a pain in my heart. Why didn't she fight for us? Did she not love me enough? Was I not enough?

—

"You ignored the memes I sent you, I thought you died."

As Natasha pushed right past me and into my house, I blinked with disbelief.

"Sure, come right in," I mumbled sarcastically, closing the front door.

Following after Natasha, I found her making herself at home in the living room, plonking herself on the couch and pulling her feet up comfortably.

"You could have sent an emoji or something," she continued, giving me a knowing look. "They were some good memes."

"Well, forgive me if I wasn't in the mood," I said sourly, joining her on the couch.

Her playful smile faded as she picked up on my words. "How are you doing, sweetie?"

I ran a hand through my hair and leaned my elbow on the back of the couch, getting comfortable. It had been two weeks since Wanda broke up with me and in those two weeks, I hadn't been doing particularly well. I guess you could say I was still in a slump. A horrible, tiresome, angry, sadness-filled slump.

"I'm fine."

She pursed her lips, looking like she wanted to argue, but thankfully, she didn't. I was glad – the last thing I wanted was to prove that I was okay when, really, all I wanted to do was curl in a ball and suffocate under my duvet.

"I'm sorry," she said, resting her hand on mine. "If it's any consolation, I think Wanda made a huge mistake."

"Ah, so she told you," I said with a nod of realisation. I hadn't told Natasha the specifics of why we broke up, but clearly Wanda did. I guess it made sense – they were teammates. If anything, I was surprised Natasha still wanted to speak to me, instead expecting her to side with her friend.

"She did," Natasha answered. "And I think she's an idiot, but that's not my business. I just came here to make sure you were okay."

"Really? I thought you wanted to show me the memes," I said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood with a small smile.

She chuckled, slapping my hand gently. "That, too... but seriously."

My smile faded as I looked down, my finger playing with my trousers distractedly. "I'm not okay, but I'll get there." I began to glare at my trousers, my anger for the witch returning. "I have to be. Because she doesn't want me anymore... fuck her."

"I'd rather not," Natasha mumbled.

Though my anger was present, making me tense like it had been the last few weeks, I couldn't help but smile at Natasha's words. Then laughter bubbled from my lips and for the first time since Wanda left, I felt momentarily happy.

"I'm glad we can still be friends," Natasha said, making me look to her with a smile. "I know that you and Wanda are over now... but I still like hanging out with you."

"Me, too," I said in agreement. "Thanks for coming to check in. You didn't have to."

"Yeah, I did." She nodded before offering me a small, encouraging smile. "You're gonna be okay, y'know."

I wanted to believe her, but despite how pissed I was at Wanda, I still loved her. And I couldn't imagine stopping, though I knew I'd have to if I was to make it through this.

—

Getting over Wanda was a difficult process. Everything I felt was a mixture of resentment, exhaustion and misery because I missed her. I missed being able to call her when I saw somebody do something stupid in public; I missed kissing her when I hadn't seen her in a long time; I missed hearing her adorable accent first thing when I woke up after she spent the night; I missed her.

Two months followed the breakup and the only time I'd see her was when she'd dodge Anna's apartment upon knowing I was going to take care of her. I guess I was glad in that sense, as it meant I wouldn't have to deal with her awkwardly. But it also made me feel like shit because it meant she didn't care about me at all. Clearly our breakup wasn't affecting her like it did with me.

And it was definitely affecting me.

I was scrolling through Instagram one day when I saw a particular post on my feed from Natasha's account. Yeah, one of the Avengers had a private Instagram account. She gave me her username when she saw me on it one day and I remember being so confused to how she had it.

"I'm an Avenger, not a hermit," was her response, and from that day onwards, we followed each other.

So, I saw a post on her Instagram and it was some goofy photo of her, Tony, Bruce and Wanda. They were posing with exaggerated smiles as Natasha grinned up front; the caption said something about working long days, but I wasn't paying much attention as, naturally, my gaze fell to Wanda.

Just like everyone else, she had a playful, exaggerated smile on her lips like nothing kept her down, but what stood out was the sling around her arm and the cast underneath. It must have happened in a mission or something and it wasn't my business, but I couldn't help but worry. Was she okay? Was she looking after herself? I wanted to text Natasha and ask, but I stopped myself.

She'd broken up with me for this very reason. I wasn't agreeing with it, but for a second, I did see why she'd made her point. It still wasn't fair though. She didn't get to make that choice for me.

We weren't together anymore, I reminded myself. She broke up with me. It had been two months and I needed to let go. If she didn't care about me, why should I waste my time and energy caring about her?

Not letting it get to me anymore, I simply liked the post before continuing my scrolling. Though I knew that deep down, her face was imprinted in my mind and I still worried for her well-being.

—

The fourth month following our breakup was when I properly saw Wanda again, excluding the times she would duck out of Anna's apartment upon my arrival to care for her. It was also the first time since the breakup that Wanda made the effort to speak to me.

I was sat eating dinner on my day off when I got a call from the hospital nearby, interrupting my meal. The nurse was explaining how Anna had fallen over and hurt her back and was now in a hospital room. She was calling me because she thought I'd like to know since I was her registered nurse and carer. I was glad to get the call, immediately pulling my shoes and coat on and rushing over there to make sure she was okay. She didn't have anyone else apart from Wanda and I – it was no question I had to go.

Though, of course, I didn't really think about the fact that Wanda may be there until I saw her there. I also didn't consider the fact that I was wearing my pyjamas when I stepped in the lift and headed to Anna's floor. Too late now.

After asking the receptionist where Anna's room was, I found Wanda hanging around it outside the door. With only Anna on my mind, I approached her and tried to hide my panic. She spotted me instantly, stopping her pacing and looking to me with tired eyes and a frown on her face.

I didn't care that she looked worried, nor that she was holding up well since we last spoke in anger. I didn't care that she'd dyed her hair a reddish-brown colour, nor that she managed to pull off both that and the whole 'loungewear' look in a place surrounded by blinding white and blue. I didn't care that my heart ached when her green eyes found mine, nor that I missed seeing her so close and not in my dreams for once. I didn't care about any of it. Or, at least, I tried to tell myself that.

"What happened?" I cut straight to the point, stopping in front of her. "Is Anna okay?"

Wanda nodded instantly. "She's fine. She tripped over her dining room chair and hurt her back. The doctors just checked her out and said it's nothing too serious, but she won't be able to walk for a while."

I pressed my lips together, feeling the panic wear off at the sound of good news. Anna had always been more than just a patient to me and the last thing I wanted was to hear she'd hurt herself badly.

"Can I see her?" I asked Wanda, quirking a brow.

"Yeah, of course," Wanda said, before looking away awkwardly. "I was just waiting out here for you. The nurse said you were coming."

I chose to say nothing as I walked past her and into Anna's room, seeing the older woman laying on a hospital bed and staring at the ceiling. When she noticed my presence, she smiled at me and motioned for me to join her side.

"It's so good to see you, milaya (sweetie)," she said happily, as I stopped by her side, "but you didn't have to come! I'm not dying."

I heard Wanda enter the room behind me, but she took a seat on the chairs opposite the bed. Ignoring her, I smiled down at Anna and grabbed her hand.

"Don't say that," I told her gently. "Of course I'm here. You're my number one priority. I had to make sure you were okay!"

Anna waved her hand in typical Anna fashion. "I've suffered worse. I'm absolutely fine."

I knew it was best not to question her, so I didn't.

"I'm glad you're both here," she said, looking between Wanda and I, making me swallow awkwardly.

Since breaking up, I hadn't mentioned it to Anna, but she wasn't stupid and she'd clearly noticed that we weren't spending time together anymore. I didn't know if Wanda had told her, but if she had, Anna never mentioned anything. Like now, she simply looked between us both with a grateful smile, unaware of how awkward we felt.

Thankfully, the awkward silence was interrupted when a doctor walked in the room. After introducing herself, I asked if I could speak to her outside about Anna and she happily obliged. She told me about Anna's condition and how it would affect the way I cared for her, especially regarding her new medication, and I asked anything and everything to make sure she was truly okay. After being reassured that she was, I thanked the doctor and returned to Anna's room, only to find Wanda and Anna in a heated a argument.

I couldn't tell what had got them so fussy as they were bickering in Russian, sentences too fast for me to comprehend with my limited knowledge of the language. It got to a point where Anna began slapping Wanda on the arm, looking angrier than ever, so I stepped between them and pulled Wanda away.

"What the hell is going on here?" I interrupted, holding Anna's slapping hand down to the bed and raising a hand to keep Wanda at bay. I looked between them, seeing the frustration in both their expressions, and asked questioningly, "Well?"

Wanda said nothing, eyes avoiding mine as usual, so I looked down to Anna who was glancing between us before spouting off into another ramble in Russian, trying to grab Wanda so she could yell at her directly. To my annoyance, Wanda tried to push past me, yelling back, and I was unfortunately caught in the middle as I attempted to keep them from ripping each other's throats out.

Thankfully, their bickering came to a halt when an unknown voice called into the room: "What is going on in here?"

I looked to the door, following the mystery voice, and saw a young woman, maybe in her thirties, standing in the doorway and looking between the three of us with confusion. I had no idea who she was, though she seemed familiar. Judging from the confusion Wanda had, she didn't seem to know either.

"Sasha," Anna breathed out with surprise, and then I realised. That was Anna's granddaughter. "What are you doing here?"

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