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headkiss · 2 days

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I LOVE YOUR HOTCH FICS!!! <3 You write him so well, and I just adore how soft he is 🥺! I've read a fic where the author basically describes him as a Jane Austen hero, and I can't help but agree (what are you thoughts?)! Sooooo, is it possible to get a fic where Hotch reads to sick!reader to help her sleep? TYSM!

omg ur so right he is very much jane austen coded!!! tysm for requesting i hope u like it!!! | 0.7k of fluff, sick reader and gentle hotch <3

Aaron’s job isn’t one that allows him to take much time off of work, even when he wants to. You know it, and would never be angry at him for it, so when you wake up feeling a little too warm, you reassure him that you’ll be fine by yourself.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” He asks, already dressed in his suit and sitting on the edge of the bed by your waist. “I can if you want me to.”

Of course the only time he’d be eager to ask for a day off is when it’s in your favor. He doesn’t even call out when he’s the one who’s sick.

“No, you can’t, Aaron. They need you over there,” you say, hoping your smile is convincing enough. “I’m just gonna sleep this off. I’ll be fine.”

He sighs, reluctant to leave even though he sort of has to, even though he knows you can take care of yourself. He just hates not being the one to do so, anyways.

Hotch leans over to press a kiss to your heated cheek, “I’ll call you when I can to check in, okay?”

“You really don’t have to-”

“Let me do that, at least, sweetheart.”

“Okay.”

He kisses your cheek again and then stands to leave, pausing at the bedroom doorway to turn back and look at you one more time. You snake your hand out from under the sheets and give him a thumbs up.

Aaron calls you exactly five times throughout the day, most of them quick, couple-minute phone calls where he asks how you’re doing, if you’ve eaten. One of them during his lunch—which he rarely takes—and lasting nearly half an hour, him doing most of the talking.

The sun is close to setting by the time he gets home, where Aaron finds you curled up on the couch in the comforter from your bed, your skin clammy, your baby hairs sticking to your forehead.

His heart aches a little bit at the sight, because he knows you’ve been downplaying how sick you feel all day to keep him from worrying, as if anything could.

Hotch walks over to the couch, crouching in front of where your head is propped up on a pillow. “Sweetheart.”

“Hi, Aaron.”

He presses the back of his hand to your forehead, frowning at how warm you feel. “Why didn’t you tell me you have a fever? You should be in bed.”

“Got too warm in there, then too cold out here, so I took the comforter. Hope that’s okay.”

The medicine you took hours ago hasn’t done much other than make you a little groggy, and it’s clear in the way you speak with your cheek still squished to the pillow, your eyelids heavy.

Aaron’s hand is still on your forehead, like he can will your fever away with his touch. “Have you slept? Are you hungry?”

You shake your head, “don’t really feel like eating.”

“You should,” he says. “How about I run you a bath and make you some soup? Then bed.”

“Okay, doctor Hotchner.”

He shakes his head, though the small smile on your face as you tease him makes him smile, too. Even feeling poorly, you manage to brighten his day. A ray of sunshine.

He does exactly as promised, and after a bath and a generous bowl of soup that Hotch made sure you finished, you’ve got your head in his lap, his hand gently pushing your hair back.

Looking down, Aaron finds you still awake, blinking up at him lazily. “Aren’t you tired?”

“It’s been hard to sleep,” you say, fingers fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt. “Will you read to me?”

“Sure, sweetheart. Pick a book.”

You choose, and whine when he gets up to go get it even though he’s back in a matter of seconds. With your cheek comfortably pressed against his thigh once again, he starts reading to you.

You’ve always loved Aaron’s voice, the way it sounds when he speaks to you, the low and calm tone that seems to wash over you. He’s using a gentle voice now, a quiet one that you love even more because it’s one he saves for you. Intimate and lovely.

It’s only with his hand in your hair and his voice in your ears that you’re finally able to fall asleep.

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celiciaa · 1 day

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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

EPILOGUE.

I just love you.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

special thanks to @otomehoneyybearr for proofreading! ♡

minors and ageless blogs dni.

The spy who reported Emma having been caught up in a runaway carriage looked as pale as the dead.

Probably because I was unconsciously emitting an unprecedented amount of murderous intent.

(As I thought, keeping the little rabbit in a cage is the best way to keep her safe.)

Fortunately, Emma’s injuries were minor, as the spy put himself in her place to protect her.

However, it seems that she hit her head while avoiding the carriage.

The moment when Walter’s examination revealed that she had lost all memory of her life as Belle,

I couldn't stay calm enough to start planning the date for the coachman's execution in my head.

Emma: Why…am I in Obsidian?

Gilbert: Of course, because I brought you here.

Emma: But why a commoner like me….?

Gilbert: Because I’m the big villain who loves the little rabbit very much.

(….You’re so terrified of me.)

The little rabbit backed up to the wall, looking visibly frightened.

In front of her is the royal family of Obsidian, the enemy of Rhodolite and the root of all evil,

Of course, her reaction was natural.

(I remembered the little rabbit was also like this back when we first met.)

(….The woman who told me she loves me is gone now.)

(….You said you will be by my side forever, but you lied.)

Although dark emotions swirled around me, I somehow managed to push them behind a smile.

But the little rabbit seemed to instinctively sense something.

(This is why I hated it.)

(…I never wanted to love anyone.)

The morning after with a calm head, I immediately started developing a cure.

━━

She may eventually remember, or never at all.

It's a gamble, but I'll go about it like I normally would.

(Easier said than done.)

(….I'll do it even if it's impossible.)

As I absent-mindedly listed various formulas,

I noticed that the gaze of the little rabbit that I had brought along with me had been fixated on something.

Emma: Why are there roses here?

Gilbert: Oh, you realized it was a rose even though it wasn't in bloom?

The roses, which rarely bloom in this barren land of Obsidian, are similar to this medicine.

As I approached the roses that were born out of love, the little rabbit stood next to me.

Gilbert: I'm thinking of building a rose garden in the castle.

Emma: A rose garden?

Gilbert: Yes. A rose garden even grander than Rhodolite’s.

Emma: To love roses so much…

Gilbert: Because you do.

Emma: Me…?

Gilbert: You love roses more than I do, don't you?

Gilbert: I thought you'd be happy.

(….But right now, these roses are poison to you.)

(You look like you want to go back home.)

(…I don't want to let you go.)

Gilbert: Shall I grant you permission?

Emma: Permission for what?

Gilbert: To return back to your hometown.

Emma: …!

Contrary to my heart, my mouth moves on its own.

(I really want to lock you in a cage….)

(But ever since I met you, I've been full of contradictions.)

━━

Since I had given permission, I had no doubt that the little rabbit would want to return to Rhodolite.

And sure enough, when I saw her visiting my room in the middle of the night, my premonition turned into certainty.

If I shot her in the leg right now, she wouldn't be able to go home— I thought to myself, this is such a cruel thing to do.

Emma: A surprise interview.

Gilbert: Huh?

Emma: I am here to request an interview with you, Gilbert.

Gilbert: ….

(….Ah, this is why…)

(I can't shoot you, and I can't lock you up.)

(You must be scared without your memories, yet you still prioritize facing me rather than going back home.)

(…Even if I don't want to love you, I still end up loving you.)

━━

In exchange for being interviewed by the little rabbit, I receive one kiss each.

I gradually provided her with information based on such an arrangement,

As we exchanged kisses, the types of kiss changed noticeably with each time.

What was initially done reluctantly, gradually extended the duration of our contact.

Now, the little rabbit is drowning in our deep kiss with our tongues intertwined together.

Even the little rabbit's expression that had been awkward while facing a fearsome beast,

Had also changed into something intoxicating that emitted a seductive allure.

(…I guess it wasn't the drugs you needed to cure your amnesia, but my feelings itself.)

(The more I talked to you, the more you seemed to remember how much I was in love with you….)

As I kneeled on the floor, I ended the long kiss and pulled away.

There was no fear left in the expression of the little rabbit sitting in the chair.

Gilbert: Do you still have questions for me?

Emma: …Yes.

Her pure, clear eyes flickered wildly.

Emma: Gilbert —— Gil, are you feeling lonely?

(….)

Gilbert: Isn't it obvious?

Gilbert: I am feeling lonely.

(You've already reminded me of what loneliness feels like, so please don't do something like this again.)

Emma: I’m sorry.

She kisses me tenderly with an apology, but I bite her lip, unable to forgive her.

Gilbert: Only words?

Emma: ….

With a glance, I urged her on, and eventually, she began to fiddle with the buttons on her blouse.

(Yeah....It really does seem like you’re remembering everything.)

I shook my head at the little rabbit who was now in her underwear,

Although her face looked like she was about to cry, different from fear, she methodically dropped the thin cloth onto the floor.

I bit down hard on her body that was wearing nothing but a belt around her thigh and a gun.

Emma: Ow…

I bit her thighs, her sides, her chest, and her shoulders.

As I traced the bite marks that were gradually increasing with my fingers, Emma’s body trembled.

Gilbert: There won't be a next time, okay?

Gilbert: If something like this happens again, I will strip away anything that might cause an accident.

Emma: That means…?

Gilbert: If there’s no coachman, no carriages, nothing at all, then you wouldn't have any more accidents…right?

Emma: …I'll be careful! I'll be careful, so please stop!

Gilbert: Ahaha.

(….I might actually do it, so I won't say anything else.)

Gilbert: Emma, even if it's an accident, don't make me feel lonely anymore.

Gilbert: It's your responsibility to keep me alive.

I bit her lips one last time, and Emma responds with a tender kiss.

Emma: I'll never forget.

Emma: I don't want my love to be concluded as "false love".

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: A beautiful heart that cares for others is nothing but disgusting. I still doubt you.

Gilbert: Where's the love in telling me a terrible lie and leaving me alone?

Gilbert: But…

Gilbert: Only for you….

Gilbert: I'm going to try to love you again.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(Really….)

Gilbert: Be careful, Emma.

Gilbert: You are my last hope.

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#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri jp #ikepri translations #ikemen series #cybird #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert

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kennarose1108 · 2 days

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Anthony Bridgerton x Reader !CHILDHOOD ENIMES! !PART 2!

ANTHONY'S POV

Anthony's life had never been easy. His father's death and the pressure of being the man of the house so young were hard on him. But one thing was always easy...

Getting under her skin.

He loved teasing her, he loved the way she pouted, hell... He loved her.

But he knew it would never last. She hated him and she was his sister's best friend. So he buried his feelings for her and moved on with his life. The last two years it was easy since she wasn't around... He even got a fiancé... But the second he saw her... Everything came flooding back.

He was at Lady Danbury's ball when she entered. The crowd went silent and his gaze fell on what they were looking at... Her.

All the men wanted her, all the women wanted to be her.

She looked absolutely and utterly stunning. Breathtaking... Beautiful... He couldn't even name every word of how she looked in that stunning blue dress.

But then he saw the look of panic on her face and the way her body trembled... Clearly being in the spotlight was getting to her.

He was just about to go to her to save her from the torture she was going through when Lady Danbury did it before him.

His eyes never left her... While she talked and laughed with Lady Danbury... God... That smile... He wanted her, he needed her... But something snapped him back into reality. Well, more like someone.

"Anthony," Kate spoke with a smile. "Is everything alright?" She asks while wrapping her hands around his arm. He was flustered and startled at first at her sudden presence but he quickly regained composure.

"I'm fine." He murmured with a small smile. He and Kate spoke for awhile and he did his best to keep his gaze on the woman before him and not the woman across the room. But the feeling of someone staring at him caught his attention and he looked away from Kate and his eyes met yours. He felt his heart skip a beat as you two made eye contact. But quickly your gaze fell and you looked away.

But Anthony couldn't lose this chance. He looked at Kate, excused himself and explained why (not the whole truth), and walked over to her and Daphne.

He smiled widely and threw open his arms, "Sweetheart!" He called out. He chuckled softly as he saw her hiding behind his sister, Daphne. He pulls her from behind Daphne and hugs her tightly. He took in her scent, she smelled like roses...

Damn... Now every time he smelled or saw roses he was going to think of her.

She didn't hug him back, as expected, and he could hear his sister snorting behind him. Anthony pulled away and pinched her cheek like he always did, "Nice to see you again sweetheart. You look stunning. Did your mother doll you up?" He asks and she smacked his hand away.

She glared at him, "Aww. Don't pretend you didn't miss me, sweetie." He says while nudging her slightly. "Goodbye Anthony." She says before turning away. God... His name sounded so good in her mouth...

He wondered what else would be good in her mouth...

But she stopped. Her mother was coming with a creepy old man that he could tell her mother wanted to marry her off to... Yeah, there's no way he was going to let that happen.

He inched closer to her, maybe even too close for her comfort, before whispering in her ear, "Y'know... I can save you... You'll just have to accept my offer for a dance."

He heard her sigh and she turned around to him with a glare on her face, "I'm doing this to get away. Don't think you're saving me." She says while pointing at him. He chuckles, "Of course not sweetheart."

"And stop calling me that!" She says angrily and he lets out a small laugh as she takes his hand. Her hand felt so good in his, even though he couldn't feel her skin, her hand still being in his felt really good.

He pulled her along to the dance floor before shifting her off into a dance. They danced smoothly and effortlessly. It was silent for the first minute and she avoided his gaze.

"Your mother trying to sell you to that old man?" Anthony asks and she finally looks at him. "Sadly yes. But I'm not interested. I'm not interested in anyone really." She says, managing a shrug through their dancing. Before he could question her further on that she spoke again, "But I see you are. Engaged huh? I never thought I'd see the day." She says with a chuckle.

"And why's that? Thought I'd always be a bachelor for the rest of my life?" He teases, and she rolls her eyes. "No, I just never thought there would be a woman on this planet who could tolerate you long enough." He laughs a genuine laugh.

"Speaking of which, would your bride-to-be, be upset you're dancing with another woman?" She asks with a smirk, he chuckles. "No... She knows I'm hers."

That was a lie. He thought. Well, maybe not the part of Kate thinking he was hers... But in truth, his heart did not belong to Kate... It belongs to Y/N. For years, it was always hers.

"Good. I don't feel like getting into a fight tonight... Although it would make this boring evening even better." She says and the dance ends. They both stop and stare at one another, the tension palpable between the two. He saw her neck shift as she swallowed the lump in her throat before she gave him a curtsy and he gave her a bow...

"Thank you Mr Bridgerton..." She murmured while pulling herself back up and adjusting her dress. "But I can't avoid my mother any longer." She says softly and before he could say a word she brushes past him and towards her mother.

Oh... She felt it. That strange feeling. The one that he felt so many years ago that blossomed into love...

But it could never happen. Not in a million years. He knew that.

But why does his heart still yearn for her?

PART 3?

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ironbatpaperturtle · 3 days

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Ok, insane au idea but hear me out

It's Eden, and Adam has just found Eve has eaten the apple, but he doesn't eat it. Instead, he becomes depressed as Eve is kicked out of the garden and given a new husband to continue humanity with. God sees Adam's state and decides to take his humanity and store it in heaven, essentially turning Adam into a wild animal. Fast forward to the present time, Charlie is in heaven, and Emily accidentally spills something about Adam's humanity and what happened in the garden. Charlie tells her dad and he becomes furious. That's where the idea ends.

WHAT WHAT WHAT THAT'S SO COOL

Waiit >w<

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"Thanks again Emily" Charlie smiled at the young seraphim. She'd never felt so thankful for someone other than her girlfriend to believe in the whole redemption.

"It's all good" Emily laughed, waving her hand. "This actually helps me in understanding the human soul better"

Momentarily dumb founded Charlie tilted her head "Oh right! your job is to spread joy amongst the heaven and winners!"

"Yes . . . But . . . It also helps me in helping Addie"

Addie?

"Oh" now Charlie's a people person, well she belives she's a people person, and so, with her people person ability it was easy to notice how Emily looked sad talking about this Addie entity. It seemed like something bad happened.

"I just . . . I've been trying to understand it y'know? All living creatures on Earth have souls, what makes the human soul different from the countless other species is there humanity!"

Charlie frowned, her eyebrows creasing in worry. She could feel the uncomfortable stickiness of a melting rainbow ice cream. She's never seen Emily raise her voice like that, even back in court she wasn't this . . . frustrated.

"Sera doesn't want me to help him. They don't want me talking to him. But they also don't wan't me talking about him." Charlie noticed how the younger Seraphim's gaze turned into a glare. "I fucking hate it"

Holy shit

____

"Sweetie how was the meeting?" Lucifer greeted taking the plate of panckaes and settling it infront on the dining room waving his daughter over.

"It was fine Dad"

"Fine? Just fine? Not comfortable? Did some angel say something about you?"

"No just" Charlie doesn't even know if she should reveal it to her Dad. She loves him, he's finally trying to be more present in her life. But it just feels so invading. Especially since with how Emily acted. It screamed personal issues.

"Aww sweetie"

Charlie found herself ingulfed in a hug. Her eyes were suddenly turning glassy, she doesn't even know why she was tearing up. Charlie knew that even though she's the princess of Hell. She had a streak of being shamelessly kind and sympathetic.

And seeing how heated, how beneath the rage Emily felt, she also felt helplessness.

____

Lucifer paced back and front, twiddling with his daughters phone. Watching in anticipation as the name 'Emily' pop-up. Whatever happened shook his daughter enough to make her cry. And no-one makes his princess cry like that. He knows that it wasn't the young Seraphims fault. From how Charlie describes her she seems like a sweet girl.

But Lucifer can't take any chances, this girl might have the answer as too why his princess was crying.

"Hello? Oh hello!" This was Emily? She seemed like a sweet kid. Doesn't look a year over 200.

"Pleasure to meet you I'm--"

"Charlie's dad! Lucifer Morningstar, oh yess I'm so pleased to meet you. I'm Emily or Em for short. The elders have told me so much about you!"

"Not pleasant ones I assume?"

At that Emily's smile dipped, Lucifer kinda feels bad for being the cause. Still he had a mission to do, find the purpose on why his daughter was so sad after coming back from heaven.

"Actually I wanted to call because Char Chars been on a mood ever since she came back from heaven?"

The crocked smile Emily was wearing dropped to a frown "Oh I'm so sorry I didn't expect to drop something so personal to Charlie"

Personal problems? Girl problems!

"Oh! well! that's uh . . . certainly . . . I'll leave you too it!" Before Lucifer could end the call Emily frantically yelled a series of 'waits' causing Lucifer to halt in pressing the end call button

"Actually since you've been part of Eden" the devil internally cringed "I thought you'd want to about know this"

____

Lucifer felt a burning anger, waiting for the younger seraphim's portal to transfer him to Eden.

____

"Addies still in Eden, I can create a portal to transfer you there, please be patient with him"

____

When a portal eventually did open Lucifer didn't waste a second to dash inside. It was just as he remembered, breath-taking. But now's not the time for that. He needs to find Adam.

____

"Addie's really sensitive, you need to let him trust you"

____

Adam

Oh Adam

The Adam Lucifer knew, was gone. This Adam was growling at Lucifer, infront of Adam was a lion what was also growling at Lucifer. ____

Anyways ig it goes like Lucifer secretly visiting Adam in Eden, trying to find a way to bring his humanity back. Events, events yada yada.

#ITS SO HOT IN HERE IM BURNING #MY BRAIN DOESNT WORK WHEN ITS A HOT WEATHER #I also dont know what you mean by wild animal? like he turns into a wild animal or his brain functions like a wild animals?#THIS TOO LONG IM SO SORRY #sitting in my drafts for dayss #you would not believe the time it took for me to make Emily mention Adam in like a good story type of way #adamsapple

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cobaltperun · 2 days

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Lost (26) - Don't Let Go

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Chapter warning: very brief, and in no way graphic smut, specifically being very clear that’s what’s happening, but nothing explicit.

Word count: 2.7k

Story masterlist / First part / Previous part

-Don't let go of the things you believe in, you give me something that I can believe in-

The safehouse was actually a kinda small cabin in the woods, equipped with necessities, with a living area that counted as bedroom and kitchen and a bathroom. You almost found the small living space nostalgic when you walked in with Tara and Chad and saw Mindy and Anika there. You haven’t seen them, or Chad for that matter, since you all celebrated Tara’s pregnancy about two months ago, but it felt like it happened so long ago.

Mindy and Anika immediately stood up, crossing the distance between the three of you and them quicker than ever before as the two women hugged Tara.

“God, Tara, don’t scare us like that again,” Mindy complained, though her voice cracked at the end, filled with worry and fear over Tara’s safety.

Tara nodded, though you could see the tension in her shoulders, so you as subtly as you could placed a hand on her back, and she relaxed. You were gone for over three weeks, and for some of that time Tara didn’t know where you were or if you were even alive, and touch was always the preferred way you two expressed love for one another. So, you understood her need to have you touching her at all times.

“Okay, we get it,” Anika laughed, noticing your hand. “Go, go,” she stepped back, pulling Mindy with her and Tara chuckled, but still took your hand.

You smiled at her, squeezing her hand lightly before rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb.

Anika grinned and approached you. “Hey, Y/N, welcome back,” she gave you a quick, but firm hug, and you eagerly returned it with one arm. You’ve seen Chad and Mindy before, but Anika went to buy groceries and wasn’t there in the brief few minutes you spent with the twins.

“What about your careers?” Tara suddenly asked, worried that the same thing that happened to you might happen to her friends as well.

“We aren’t fighting Ghostface directly, we’ll be fine,” Chad assured her. Not that it mattered, from what Kirby told you, they all came the moment they heard Danny was dead and Tara was captured, ready to rush in the moment someone found any hint as to where Tara was. Luckily, you got released, so they didn’t have to do that, and thus, their careers were fairly safe. Any case against them could be argued against by saying they didn’t go looking for a fight.

“Kirby still won’t let us get involved directly. I hate to say it, but the best we can do is stay here and help guard you two,” Anika sighed, sitting down at the table with Mindy and Chad while you and Tara went to the fridge.

“That’s for the better, I don’t want anyone else to die,” Tara nodded, perfectly fine with this. She didn’t want to carry anymore guilt over dead friends, and you didn’t want that either.

“Tara, maybe you should stay out of this as well,” Mindy suggested cautiously.

As if she didn’t know Tara wouldn’t leave Sam to deal with the entire cult alone. “I have to get Sam back,” that was where all the arguments ended for her, as long as Sam was involved, so was she.

“You heard the lady,” you pulled out eggs and milk from the fridge and placed them next to the flour, vegetables and everything else you needed for an omelet. You didn’t want to give Tara anything too heavy, but eggs were an absolute must given the last few days. Tara grabbed the plates and forks while you chopped up the vegetables, mostly bell peppers and tomatoes. You looked calm, preparing food for you and Tara, since Chad, Mindy and Anika chose not to eat, with practiced ease. On the inside, however, you were debating on whether or not you should say anything about Sam being the one to lure you into the trap, you glanced at Tara, leaning into your side with her eyes closed and chose against it. You’d handle that with Sam, and if you could make sure Tara never finds out, you would do that in a heartbeat.

All five of you heard a car stopping in front of the cabin, but no one looked worried, Kirby was supposed to come anyway, and sure enough, when the doors opened it wasn’t that masked killer, but Kirby at the doors. “Congratulations on the twins, Tara, Y/N!” she smiled, approaching and patting the two of you on your shoulders.

Tara smiled, her hand instinctively going for her stomach. “Thanks, Kirby,” she said.

“Okay, I won’t take too much of your time, you need to rest and I need to take,” she turned to the trio at the table. “You three back to the hotel,” which was perfectly reasonable, this place wasn’t nearly big enough for all five of you. “But first we need to go over the plan,” she said, mostly looking at you.

“Sure,” you finished preparing the omelets and set them on the table before sitting down with Tara on your lap and arms wrapped protectively around her.

~X~

Two hours later, with just the two of you left in the cabin, you were lying on the bed, fresh from the shared shower and ready to sleep. Well, Tara would sleep, you trusted Kirby, but you weren’t taking that risk. Still, Tara was being adorably stubborn tonight, lying on your right side, but refusing to fall asleep just yet. Her finger lazily drawing circles of different sizes all over your abs, though underneath your shirt. Her head was tucked beneath your chin, and she occasionally kissed your neck.

“I was so terrified without you,” she mumbled, moving her hand to hug you. In turn, you held her a bit tighter as well, just letting her speak, just letting her let it all out while providing her with as much safety as you possibly could.

Tara hummed, appreciating the soft expressions of love. “I felt so lost, so helpless when I found out you weren’t in jail, and that Ghostface had you. They sent that picture, I knew it wasn’t you, but I still so desperately wanted to see you again, to find you, to be in your arms again,” she paused, swallowing hard and fighting back tears. “And Danny died because of that.”

What could you possibly tell her? If they didn’t go to the warehouse maybe this could have been avoided, but you also knew that likely wasn’t the truth. Given how many ghostfaces there were they were bound to be found, and maybe Tara would have been even worse off if she was captured under different circumstances. “We’ll avenge him,” you chose to say that. Though, deep down you were thankful Tara was fine. In a perfect world they both would have lived, in a perfect world none of this would have happened in the first place. It wasn’t a perfect world though, and you’d grieve a fallen friend, you’d regret not being able to return the favor and save him, and you’d remember him for the rest of your life, just like how you’d remember Gale, Wes, Judy and Liv, just like how you’d remember Dewey’s sacrifice, even if you never got the chance to actually meet the man.

At the same time, you’d forever be grateful that Tara made it out alive.

“And Sam? God, what is she thinking?” the frustration laced Tara’s voice. “Why didn’t she tell us anything? To protect us? Fuck that!” she was angry at Sam for leaving again, no matter the reason and you resolved to bring Sam back even if you had to drag her out of there by force. She better be ready to apologize until she was out of breath to Tara, and then some.

“We’ll get her back, Love, and then you can scold her,” you kissed the top of Tara’s head and just let the silence take over for a few minutes, just relishing in the warmth of each other’s body.

Eventually, seeing that Tara said what was on her mind you opened up a bit as well. “You are the only reason I stayed sane in that cell. I just thought of coming back to you and our baby,” you smiled, placing your left hand on her belly. “Well, babies, but I couldn’t know,” you loved the small laugh Tara let out, just enough to tell you she was happy despite the conversation.

Tara placed her hand over yours. “You feel that you two? I told you mom would come back,” she looked you in the eyes and in the darkness lit only by dim light of a bedside lamp, you found yourself lost in her eyes.

“I’ll always come back to you, to our family,” and you’d keep that promise regardless of how many masked killers stood between you and Tara and your kids.

“I know,” she moved, getting on top of you and kissing your lips. “Baby,” she whispered, her hands roaming from your abs, all the way to your head. “This isn’t a dream, right? I’m not going to wake up all alone?” your eyes widened when you saw tears in her eyes, the stress, the pregnancy messing up with her hormones, you knew she was bound to be more emotional, you were actually more surprised she was only bringing it up now and not even sooner.

You could only sit up and gently move both of you until you got on top of her. You wiped the tears off her cheeks, and kissed her, much deeper than you did the entire night, letting all your love for her, all the missed moments fit into the kiss, all the passion, all the unrestrained desire both of you felt, it all had to fit into a kiss, because you weren’t safe enough for anything else.

~X~

It wasn’t a dream. It couldn’t be a dream, not with how you were kissing her. The dreams were always filled with words of reassurance, breaking her heart again and again when she woke up from them without you next to her. This was different, this was you and more, the firmness of your muscles under her fingertips, the warmth radiating even through the shirt you were wearing. The smell she tried to find in your clothes, mixed with soap that didn’t smell like the one you preferred to use, the combination she couldn’t have dreamed of. The muffled moan when she pulled you closer, pressing your bodies together, so familiar but filed with so much longing, caused by the separation neither of you willingly accepted.

No, it wasn’t a dream. It couldn’t be a dream. And it wasn’t safe, but she needed you. “Please, I need you so bad,” she moaned, and you froze, once again proving to her this wasn’t a dream.

“Tara, it’s too risky,” but the way you clenched the sheets, restraining yourself for the sake of keeping her safe gave you away.

She had a way to get you to do it though, a word she used to be so embarrassed by, but eventually embraced the power it gave her. “Please, Daddy,” she smiled when you groaned, burying your face in her neck.

“You’re impossible,” but you were kissing her neck. “You only get one,” you warned, definitively and she accepted it.

She relaxed, giving all control over her body to you, only moving to give you better access. You built her up and made her come undone, Everything, else faded away, because you were with her and that made her feel loved, safe, protected, and all she could feel was your touch, the muscles flexing as you indulged in her body, the warmth, the wetness, the moans she couldn’t even try to hold back… and she came undone beneath you, basking in your love and warmth as you kissed up her body and captured her lips once again.

Grinning into the kiss, you pulled away and kissed her belly a few times, an even number of times, before coming back up and hugging her, letting her come down from her high while pressing butterfly kisses to her neck.

And she fell asleep just like that, in your arms, safe and sound.

~X~

The realization that you weren’t a dream, or even your arms wrapped around her, they didn’t chase the nightmares away and even if she knew it was a nightmare, she still couldn’t wake up.

The red drops dripping down, Faster and faster, hitting the ground as if they weighed a thousand pounds and then the rest of the picture came into view. Your body, still, covered in blood, fresh from your fight with Thomas.

“She lost too much blood! We’re losing her!” the doctor yelled as Tara felt like she was being dragged away, unable to touch you, to cry out for you, to get you to wake up like you did outside of her nightmare. No, she was forced to watch from an ever-increasing distance as the sounds of blood dripping slowed down, turning eventually into heartbeat that was slowing down until it completely disappeared.

“We lost her. Y/N L/N is dead,” the hollow voice declared and the only thing keeping Tara from abruptly sitting up were your arms. She still screamed, startling you awake from the sleep you couldn’t fight against.

You looked around, frantically searching for Ghostface, even if you were aware of her uneven breathing. Certain that you were still alone you handed Tara her inhaler. “That nightmare again?” you asked, already pulling her closer and grounding her with your touch.

Tara nodded, not really trusting her voice.

“Oh, Love,” you let out a deep sigh, likely understanding just how many times Tara woke up over the past weeks from that same nightmare, only without you to ground her after it.

Tara wasn’t the only one with nightmares, you often woke up, once again dreaming about Zack and Susan, but they weren’t as regular as they used to be, nowadays, at least before captivity and as far as Tara knew you were down to once or twice a month. They would likely come back again, after this was over, but you’d both get through it.

You always did.

Tonight, this would all end, but until it happened she wouldn’t let go of you unless she absolutely had to. And given how close you were holding her, you had no intention of letting go either.

~X~

The night came, the final confrontation, the end of the nightmare, everything would end tonight. At this harbor. “Really? A harbor? Of all the places? What? Is this going to turn into some cheesy action movie where we jump off a boat and swim back to safety?” you said mostly to ease some tension. Tara and Kirby were by your side, the plan was simple. Tara and Kirby would take one side and you’d take another. Find Sam, get her out of there, and then the police could take over.

“Are you two ready?” Kirby asked, this time giving the two of you a gun each.

“Yes,” Tara nodded, feeling the weight of the firearm in her hands. She hasn’t shot anyone since Amber, all those years ago, but that weight was nothing compared to how worried she was for you.

“I can handle it, I won’t make the same mistake this time,” you reassured her, though the silenced pistol really felt like it weighed twice as much as you did. The weapon, the day you nearly used the one belonging to your father flashed in front of your mind. Back then, Tara was the one that brought you back, and you didn’t need anyone to bring you back from the brink of death this time. But she was still the motivation you needed, because firing the gun might mean keeping Tara and your children safe, and you’d do that.

“Let’s go then,” Kirby opened the doors of the abandoned building turned base of operation for the cult. This was it.

There was no going back.

A/N: Four chapters to go people!

Taglist: @alexkolax

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x female reader #scream #jenna ortega x reader

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If you're still doing the ship opinions, could you do jet/katara?

I think they’ve grown on me bc when I was a kid I was just like “katara can do so much better 😤” (and that’s true!) but I also think what he means to katara (whether or not he truly lives up to her image of him in her mind) is really interesting. like something that I think is really crucial to understand about their relationship is the fact that the reason she feels betrayed by him isn’t because he’s “a bad revolutionary” but because he treated her like a naive child and lied to her face about his methods, manipulated her into trusting him by exploiting her tendency to dismiss sokka, tried to kill her brother (which is something she immediately understands judging by the way her eyes well with tears as she asks “where’s sokka”), and played her for a fool. “I trusted you, you’re sick and I trusted you.” yes she takes issue with his methods, but she mostly hates that she trusted someone who didn’t deserve it and didn’t truly respect her.

she hates putting her faith in someone and being taken advantage of, especially because it’s one of the points that sokka is especially condescending towards her about, and she always wants to be proven right in their arguments (which is natural, who doesn’t), so the fact that sokka is usually right when it comes to reading people is particularly infuriating. and it’s especially egregious in this circumstance, because katara’s trust in jet over sokka is what directly led to jet killing sokka (or at least, the attempt to). in her pursuit of winning the lifelong argument against her brother, she nearly got her brother killed. so jet is interesting insofar as he informs katara and sokka’s dynamic, and also as he reflects a major part of katara’s psychology as someone who genuinely wants to form connections with others over shared trauma, which is an incredibly noble and beautiful tendency of hers.

I think the way he sweeps her off her feet (literally) is kind of adorable, not because he’s a likable love interest (imo), but because her reaction is nonetheless very cute. the ugly ass hat she makes him after they kissed (offscreen, but canonically) is soo precious to me I think about that all the time (and the fact that aang is also the one who ends up wearing it…. my heart). and her reaction when they reunite later is fascinating, because even though it’s in such a different context and jet is literally brainwashed, katara acts like a scorned lover while sokka (number one jet hater in the world) approaches the situation in a more detached and logical way. it’s clear that her feelings for jet were incredibly strong, and the terror and guilt she felt over nearly letting sokka die at his hands has stayed with her and impacted in a very profound way, whereas sokka never actually felt like he jet had his life in his hands because he always knew that jet was a con artist who doesn’t really pose a threat to him.

but katara actually held a lot of respect for him, and he betrayed that trust and shattered her admiration irreparably. and then, of course, he nearly redeems himself, helps her in a major way, and dies in her arms. she cannot save him, and suddenly whatever could have been is gone not because he failed her, but because she failed him. and it’s subtle, and hardly mentioned, but I do think the trauma of that, in both instances, really informs katara’s perspective in many key ways, if not consciously, then subconsciously. it informs how she reacts to aang’s death only a few weeks later, and it informs her anger at zuko when he betrays her. jet is a key player in katara’s life and how she approaches her relationships going forward, and for that, he cannot be discounted.

#but I made him this hat……..#asks #twitterpat #katara #jet #sokka #jetxkatara #katara&sokka #analysis #I don’t like jet but I do love the idea of him #so thankfully. we also have hama <3

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yanderes-galore · 3 days

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Could you write a yandere concept for Karin (f&h 2: termina)?

Sure! I researched her wiki so I hope things are in character :) Here's some HCs for her. I really have to play the game for myself but I just... hate the idea of dying over and over again and relying on luck to have a good run.

Yandere! Karin Sauer Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Jealousy, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Secret picture taking, Threats, Murder, Blood, Forced relationship/companionship.

Karin is a reporter and assertive woman who refuses to believe in the occult no matter what anyone says.

She always tries to take a rational route to understand things... but she still remains cautious during the festival.

Armed with a knife and handgun, she went on the train to research the Kaiser and "New Gods" for a paper and answers about her father's death.

She's determined, impulsive, short tempered, and dismissive of others.

Even in her first meeting with her potential obsession, she's dismissive of their help and goes off to find answers herself.

In a lot of her dialogue, she us hostile towards people like Daan and doesn't like to consider the idea of magic or religion.

The only time she decides to be cooperative and take help from others is later on when she realizes there's more danger than she can handle.

I imagine Karin comes off as hostile towards you at times.

She acts like she doesn't want your help... but deep down she really does appreciate it.

Karin enjoys discussing theories on what could've happened in the Termina Festival as long as you don't try to say it's occult related (it is, but she's in denial)

Karin's skills are routed in persuasion, lockpicking, handguns, and knives.

She wants to talk things out with others before turning to violence.

You could also argue she'd be charismatic, especially with her obsession to get them on her side most of the time.

If Karin antagonizes other contestants, her obsession may actually be able to break the fight up.

Her temper does not help when she's jealous or... any part of her obsession.

She tries not to be violent for both you and her... but she can be so mean towards other contestants near you.

She isn't new to violence, if tempted she'll no doubt use it.

But she does try to listen to her obsession and holds herself back.

Despite her hostility, Karin shows cares for her darling.

When she isn't taking pictures or trying to rationalize with herself... she checks in with you.

Even if you believed in the occult, she may tolerate that when it comes to you.

Everyone needs some way to rationalize with themselves.

Karin, in terms of rivalry, may be the most volatile with Daan or O'saa.

She has the most hostile experiences with them, so if her obsession was close with any of them she may be more irritable.

If she snapped at her obsession, she'd immediately regret it and apologize once she's attached.

If you two had to separate for any reason, Karin probably couldn't stay away from you.

Even if you told her to stay at the train for a bit, she'll follow you secretly.

She worries about your survival skills and thinks she's just... protecting you.

Karin seems like a yandere who would take pictures of her obsession and hide them away in her jacket.

It's all done in secret... and if she's ever caught she'll threaten others to keep it secret or just straight up deny it.

Karin, even though she tries to prevent it, could kill.

Maybe she sees a contestant too close to you... and plans to kill them.

When you catch her with her knife bloody or her gun smoking... she has her excuses.

"They were going to hurt you! After all, isn't this a killing game? You can't trust anyone here... except for each other, right?"

She then steps closer, a smile on her face as she puts away her weapons.

"You can trust me, love... I'm protecting you from this foul city."

The moment she starts trying to convince you the other contestants are going to harm you is when things go downhill.

As the timer ticks down, Karin slowly starts to take those out around you.

Party members aren't safe as Karin monitors them to see what their intentions with you are.

They'll still fall by her hand.

Karin can try threats... but if that doesn't work it isn't like she hasn't killed before.

She soon gives up persuasion.

Just words won't work for her... she needs to know she'll have you safe and beside her.

Like most contestants, I can see her locking you in a room until you both Moonscorch.

Her attempts to rationalize her behavior and the events happening make her go crazy.

By the time she locks you away, her clothes are covered in blood and she's holding you still.

"You aren't going to die like an animal out there..."

Karin whispers in your ear, crazed eyes never leaving yours.

"I'll keep you here... with me... safe and sound..."

Her mind is corrupted due to the timer ticking down... Moonscorch approaching both of you.

Of course... deep down she probably knows you aren't safe anywhere.

However... that doesn't stop her from clinging to you, caressing your cheek lovingly as she presses a kiss to your forehead.

The blood coats your skin as she hugs you tighter.

You jolt for a moment when the photos she took of you fall out of her pocket... you try to squirm, but she silences you.

"Just relax... I won't hurt you. No one can hurt you now...."

Escape was always a distant dream.

As the timer ends... Moonscorch occurs.

You become a lost soul meant for the Valkyrie to guide and care for... forever meant to roam the decaying lands of this hell.

#yandere fear and hunger 2 #yandere fear and hunger termina #yandere fear and hunger #yandere karin sauer #yandere fear and hunger karin

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angelisgonnastartchangingurls · 1 day

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dad

annie told her father all about the alicia incident after sucking his cock on her couch. in fact, she told the story still kneeling on the floor, bottomless, cum on her chin.

robbie was out, having spent the night with casey. annie made her her father was aware of the empty apartment as she peeled off her panties for him, hoping he might want to go further, but he was certain robbie would appear at any time.

he was very interested in the idea of alicia's parents wanting to meet her and said the idea that alicia had a long-term illness but resisted long-term relationships was one he'd deeply probe if he were her parents' therapist. "i've got a few things you can deeply probe," annie offered.

her father left and robbie got home. he'd been railing casey all morning and had a few videos to prove it but could tell annie was deliriously horny, so he handed her his phone to watch the videos while he licked her clit and fingered her pussy.

"i met casey's parents this morning, she brought me down the stairs and she was literally in only a tank top, introduced me to her dad with her pussy showing."

"fuck," annie said. "i love her."

"her mom is hot, too," he said. "she had panties on but looked shaved. i tried not to stare."

annie giggled. "keep me posted." she said.

she had a date with richard that night. drunk after dinner in his apartment, she went to sophie's room and came out wearing some of her panties. richard called her sophie while he fucked her.

annie informed sophie of this along with a photo of her pulled-aside panties covered in cum. it was hours before sophie responded and she looked gaunt in the nude photo she sent back. annie was alarmed.

"you have to go get sophie," she told richard. "she's going to die."

somehow he heard it this time, and was on the next flight.

while waiting for updates from richard, annie got updates from tom. alicia was stable, but obviously comatose, and otherwise healthy. annie found herself weirdly compelled by alicia, and so asked tom questions about her.

alicia apparently worked in marketing for a company with offices L.A., NYC, and Chicago, and so spent her time floating between them. she had always been close with her parents and tom and rarely seemed to have time for friends. she picked up a lot of hobbies, though, and was skilled at a lot of crafts, and also juggling. he told her that alicia had never had anyone she called a girlfriend or boyfriend, but he knew that she was "always fucking someone."

"for a while," he told annie. "she was between apartments here, and lived with me and my girlfriend at the time," he said. "and she was getting railed like every single night. my girlfriend hated it."

"i hope you broke up with the prude," annie said.

"LOL," tom said. "i did, yeah."

annie asked tom if he wanted to meet for drinks a few days before she was set to meet his parents. he said yes, and so they met in the city that evening. he was tall and handsome.

"so do you guys vet all the women who give alicia strokes?" annie asked.

"this is the first time it has happened during sex," he said. "i think that is a compliment to you."

"yeah i am going to interpret it as such," annie said.

tom was presently single, he'd recently had an engagement broken off.

"why?" annie asked, not even apologizing for being nosy.

"we were just incompatible," he said. "i think i value relationships over things like, my career. and she was the opposite."

"i see," annie said.

"are there careerist therapists?" he asked.

"i guess," annie said. "the ones who want to write a book or become like, a social media star. i just like a pretty office and a steady income and feeling like i at least sometimes help people."

"have you ever been close to getting married?" he asked.

"not really," annie said. "i might have thought so. basically until my career really started i was kind of a monogamy addict, and i kept falling into long term committed relationships that didn't make me happy. for the last year i've really just been in casual situations and i am much happier."

"that's what i need, i think," tom said.

annie brought him back to her apartment. robbie was out, so they fucked and sucked for hours in the bed. tom had a great cock and great stamina. he loved annie's bush and was appreciative but not obsessive about her tits -- he turned her around to fuck her from behind a few times and annie really liked that, like he didn't need her tits in his face to be excited. he came on her ass and on her face.

"you gonna tell alicia about that when she wakes up or can i?" tom asked.

annie laughed. "has alicia ever seen your cock?" she asked him.

"you are such a therapist," he said. "straight to the family stuff."

"hey i haven't even asked about your mom yet," she said. "but has she?"

"yeah," tom said. "alicia has."

"when you were living together?"

"she walked in on me masturbating in the shower," he said.

"how did you feel about that?" annie said. "guys with big cocks tend not to be that concerned about being seen."

"yeah." he laughed. "i didn't mind. and she reacted positively."

"how so?" annie said.

"she said 'oh my god!' and then said 'that's a good oh my god!' and then clarified 'because you have a big dick!' and then she said 'oh my god!' again and left."

"did anything else come of it?"

"yeah," he laughed. "she came into my room in a towel and dropped the towel and said, 'we have to be even.'"

"was that the first time you'd seen her naked like, as an adult?"

"yeah," he said.

"she has great tits."

"yeah like you," tom said. "and like my mom."

"oh, that's good," annie said.

tom laughed. "why?"

"my mom doesn't have big tits and as soon as i developed she started to resent me, and my dad and my brother got like, really nice to me. as did every other man in the world."

"so it's good that my mom and alicia are on an even playing field?"

"good for their relationship, yes," annie said. "have you seen your mom naked?"

"all the time," he said. "she's not shy."

"how do they compare?"

"well, my mom is less tan and has more pubic hair and that's about it."

"how much more?" annie asked.

"well, as you know, alicia has none, and my mom has less than you," he said. "so there's not much, all day."

"i can't remember ever seeing my mom naked," annie said. "but when my brother goes home for weekends he says she will come into his room from the shower just fully nude and hang out."

"yeah," tom laughed. "that's not unfamiliar."

"really!?" annie laughed. "it's because you're tall."

"that does seem to make women want to get naked."

"has your mom seen your cock?"

"no."

"but she probably knows."

"my dad is about the same size as me," he said. "in all ways. i'm his clone and alicia is my mom's clone."

after that, tom got hard again, and so they fucked and this time annie took some pictures. she thought about using alicia's phone but decided not to. she gave it to Tom as he left the next morning.

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୨୧ On Purpose Karma x (fem) Reader || Chapter: 04 ୨୧

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— Since the entire student council was present and the library was notably crowded with students who had signed up for the lecture, [Name] entered the library on her own.

She felt guilty, having to ditch her plans with Karma after an unresolved argument they decided to brush over. To make matters worse, she has to sit through a two-hour session and watch Ren shamelessly flirt with every girl in the room. On the brighter side, this ordeal counted towards her volunteer hours.

"You're late. You missed my introductory speech."

"My fault, I'll make up for it by working extra hard!"

She mentally thanked Karma for convincing her take the longer route, saying, "It's not a big deal if you're 10 minutes late... or 30." It was impressive how Gakushuu's speeches managed to put her to sleep every time, missing it was a win in her book.

Koyama called him over, something about a broken printer and an angry librarian.

...aaand she was all alone again. [Name] decided to go check on the group at the back table.

"Oh, [Name] made it—she can help us!" The first year, Chisa blissfully smiled.

"But I wanted Asano to help. [Name] could you please ask him to?" Chisa's friend insisted, clearly not as enthusiastic about the anyone-whose-not- Asano's arrival.

[Name] tried not to let it bother her, being the only girl in the student council came with a lot of pressure.

She’s just as helpful and capable as the rest of the group but no one seems to acknowledge it. Everyone calls them the “Big Five” even though there’s technically six of them as her scores tie with Seo.

"He's busy with Koyama, but maybe later."

The girl groaned and sulked laying her head on the table. Chisa looked apologetic for her friends dramatics. [Name] offered them a polite smile and said, "Let's get through your assignments then."

After half an hour of helping the girls turn in missing work, [Name] decided to take a short break. She left for an empty table in the very corner of the room, the short break turned into a long one when she got distracted texting Karma.

‧₊˚ Message Log ‧₊˚

[Name]: can we talk? im super bored!!

Karma: Whose fault is that?

Karma: should have ditched to be with me the whooleee day

[Name]: ugghhh don't. Can you believe I still have another hour of this

[Name]: anyway what are you doing?

Karma: I bumped into Nagisa on my way back from the library

Karma: now were at Maehara's house with Rio and Fuwa.

[Name]: Rio?? That one beautiful, smart, sweet, blonde girl in your class?

Karma: Sounds like you like her alot.

[Name]: She makes me nervous

Karma: Hey that's how you used to talk about me before we went out

[Name]: I can hear the disappointment through the text lmaoo

‧₊˚ Message End ‧₊˚

"You haven't even been here for an hour and you’re already slacking off on your phone?"

"Gakushuu! Geez you came out of nowhere." [Name] shut her phone off and patted the seat next to her.

To her surprise he slumped down next to her instead of insulting her and walking off, like he usually does.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm exhausted to say the least. This was a stupid idea no one is making progress, well no one but Ren, he managed to pick up quite a few desperate ones today."

"That's not completely true, I helped Chisa and her friend turn their C's to A's. As much as I hate being here it's not useless. Useless was the Bakesale we tried last year where the cupcakes we sold tasted like horse crap. It was funny watching people pretend to love them and hold back the throw up because they came from you."

"Could of stopped at the first half, but thanks, I think. My father said I wasn't being organized enough, that this would be a failure on my half and an embarrassment on his."

"That's a little harsh, you're doing your best and you've done more than anyone else in the council. Ren's been giving out his number more than he's been lecturing, Seo has been in the bathroom for 20 minutes, Teppei has been stuck on the same group this entire time and to be honest Koyama is hard to look at. Im pretty sure I saw the girl he was teaching closing her eyes while he was talking."

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards.

"You're right I'll go yell at them in a few. It's not a big deal though, My father has said much worse."

"To be fair, I haven't exactly kept my promise either. Hard work turned into hiding in a corner to text my b- actually I should get back to work, actions speak louder than words!" [Name] stood up to leave. Asano grabbed her sleeve, it was impulsive and the immediateness of it made it all the more awkward."

"Uh, Asano? Is there something you still need?" She crinkled her eyebrows.

His cheeks became somewhat pink, [Name] thought he couldn’t have been blushing, maybe it was allergies.

“No, just don't get distracted on your phone again."

"Yeah Ive got it!" She waved him off and went back to work,

Gakushuu sat there slightly conflicted with his thoughts and his feelings, He faulted the all nighter he pulled last night, sleep deprivation does negatively impact mind clarity. He decided he should get back to work too.

Meanwhile ☆ ༄

"Let me get this straight, instead of asking me like normal people the class collectively decided to stalk [Name] and I?"

"Pretty much... but I was against it the entire time!" Nagisa replied sheepishly, to his surprise Karma's response was a relaxed nod.

"You're acting weirdly cool about this."

It sent a shiver down his spine, in a weird way Karma was scarier when he didn't react. Not knowing what he's thinking was an uncomfortable feeling.

"It's not a big deal- unless you guys tell people, that's when things will leak."

Fuwa's voice highers a few octaves in concern "What things?!"

"Telling you would ruin the surprise wouldn’t it?”

Maehara, reckless as always chimes in “I wanted to go and see [Name] but I couldn't. We were almost a thing before you stole her ya know?"

Nagisa, being the good friend he is, rushes in to save him "That's not it at all! Isogai told us she rejected him a bunch of times since he's a womanizer!"

"I'm not a womanizer, I'm smooth."

"Smooth is the surface of the floor you'll be on when I knock your sorry ass out."

Maehara quickly moves behind Rio who changes the subject with a flood of questions;

"How long have you been dating? Why would anyone go out with you? Did you scare her into saying yes?"

"I’ll tell you if you buy me soba. Better question is: Why wouldn't someone go out with me? I’m tall, handsome, smart, charismatic… and I have a sick spice collection.”

“Im also all of those things.” Maehara jokes, cautiously this time, using Rio as a human shield.

#AkabaneOnPurpose #karma akabane #karma x reader #assassination classroom x reader #ansatsu kyoushitsu #karma akabane x reader #akabane karma x reader #anzulvr #akabane karma #akabane x reader #karma akabane x you #reader x karma #assassination classroom

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 days

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Nobody's Girl - Chapter Seven.

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Warnings - Adult content throughout, minors DNI!

Spring in New York. After months of cold and snow, it was a welcome change for all. It did, however, carry with it a certain shadow. The shadow in question? Filomena Changretta, who would be bringing Luca’s kids over for the first time to Brooklyn rather than him going to them since he and Emily had become an item. He thought it was time his children met the new woman in his life, and by extension, that meant their mother meeting her as well when she dropped them off.

“She’s going to hate me, isn’t she?” Emily asked, lying in bed with her man a few hours prior to their arrival, Luca only having returned to her four hours ago from attending wiseguy related endeavours.

He drew his lips in tightly, eyebrows raised as he hummed. “Yeah, pretty much. Not that I care, but yeah. She will.” Her eyebrows pulled together a little more, eyes rounding slightly. “That don’t mean you gotta worry about it either though, doll. Just expect she ain’t gonna take to ya.”

“You look like you want to say more.”

He glanced up to the ceiling, sighing. “She’ll likely meddle, tellin’ you of my many misdeeds towards her. It ain’t enough for the broad to have divorced me, taken my house and a massive chunk of my cash. She don’t wanna see me happy with nobody else either.”

Shaking her head in puzzlement, she continued idly stroking the centre of his chest. “I don’t understand why, though. You two have been broken up for, what is it, a year this month?”

“It is,” he confirmed, again staring at the ceiling.

Reaching for his jaw, she turned his head, forcing him to look at her. “So why?”

His forehead creased, shutting his eyes for a moment. “I shouldda told you this months ago, the exact reason why I wasn’t the best husband to Filomena.” Taking a breath, he had to hope she’d still look at him as adoringly after she knew of his indiscretions during his marriage. “I cheated on her. More than once.”

“How many times?” she asked.

“A few,” he uncomfortably revealed.

Her heart sank to hear his admission, her face falling a little bit, swallowing hard. “I appreciate you being honest and telling me that, but I need to know, have you...”

“Shhh, don’t even speak it,” he cut in with, turning to hold her face in his hands, kissing her lips. “No, I haven’t. You and you alone is all I want, cara mia.”

“Am I, though?” she asked, shaking her head with the uncertainty she suddenly felt. If he’d strayed from the woman he’d been betrothed to, the one who had given him his children, too, no less, then what chance did she stand? “How do you know that you won’t?”

He sighed again, thumbs circling her cheeks in loving caress. “I know. Trust me, EJ. I know ‘cuz you’re everythin’ I didn’t know I wanted, and everythin’ I’ve come to realise I needed. I ain’t ever strayed from you, and I don’t plan on doing so either.” He rested his forehead to hers, continuing. “You ain’t nobody’s girl any longer. You’re mine, but more so, I’m fuckin’ all yours, baby.”

Truly, he’d given her no reason at all to not believe him, and she had to give him credit, too. He knew that his confession could maybe alter her opinion of him, and he’d revealed it anyway. Filomena could easily have used the information as a spite tactic, and he could have lied his way out of it. Who would call him into question if he did? Most people were terrified of him.

Nobody would have negated the truth Luca wanted to portray, but what he’d given her was honesty, no matter how ugly. She couldn’t discount him for that. Covering his hands with hers, she leaned to his mouth, kissing him softly. “That was a big gamble, telling me the truth. I see that. It’s just... my history of trusting the wrong people.”

He nodded, kissing her again. “And I ain’t sayin’ I’m perfect, far fuckin’ from it. You’re gonna have a lot to deal with, being with a guy like me, but me straying is the least of your worries. Trust me on that.”

They lay in a happy tangle of limbs a while longer before getting up, Luca heading to soak in the bath, Emily finding herself almost pulled in with him after she brought him a mug of coffee, fending him off.

“No, stop!” she giggled, batting his hands away. “I have eggs cooking out there!”

“Then don’t be comin’ in here with those damned legs and getting my pulse all jacked up, then!” he spoke, grasping her thigh, Emily pulling his hand away to give him a stern look.

“Well, the very concept of me being able to walk in means the legs have to come with me,” she teased, leaning to kiss him. “I can’t just disassemble myself like a mannequin and shuffle in here.”

He snorted, taking a sip of a coffee. “You’d leave one helluva snail trail behind if ya did.”

She closed her eyes, resting her hand to her forehead, hearing his chuckle rumbling. “You’re filthy.”

“But you love me.” he called as she exited, still grinning. After he’d dried off and dressed, they sat and ate before continuing packing, the very point of the children getting dropped off with him being so that he could take them up to his house in the Catskills, a nanny, housekeeper and chef also on his payroll (but who stayed in residence with Filomena) going along, too. Angelo and his wife Greta, as well as their two boys would also be up there as well, Emily wondering how big the house was, exactly, to sleep that many people.

“Hold on, gotta picture of it somewhere,” Luca said after she’d voiced that thought, going into the phone table drawer and shuffling around. “Here.”

Her eyes almost fell from her skull. “Honey, that isn’t a house. It’s a mansion!”

He looked completely nonplussed. “Yeah, and?”

“it’s just the way you spoke about it. You made it sound like a quaint little place upstate, not a sprawling estate!”

He shrugged, taking the photo back. “A place can be both spacious and quaint.” He then beamed a huge grin, chewing on his toothpick. “And just you wait ‘til you see the size of the bed I’m gonna bounce that pretty lil’ ass all over.”

A beautiful mansion, and great company to enjoy it with. She had become friends with Greta, Angelo’s wife over the last few months, the women looking forward to having some relaxing time together away from the madness of their daily lives while their men were off hunting. Mostly, though, it was spending time with Luca outside of the city that she was most looking forward to.

It was a shame that just over two hours later, she’d learn of a spanner being thrown into the works.

Waiting down in the near empty (save Maggie and the maintenance guy) speakeasy, she watched the black town car containing his children pull up, the kids alighting with their mother. His eldest boy was through the door first, Luca grabbing his head and kissing his mop of black hair.

“How’s my son?”

“Not too shabby, pop,” Guiseppe replied, turning to look at Emily. “Woah, check out those stems. What a Sheba, huh dad?”

Immediately, he found himself clipped sharply around the head by his father. “Less of your lip, boy. And put your eyes back in your goddamned head.” He might have acted in reprimand, but Emily noticed how hard Luca was trying not to look entertained. He’d been much the same at twelve.

The boy rubbed his head, his brows knitting. “Sorry, I was just saying.”

“Say less,” Luca warned, opening his arms as his daughter hurried through the door to him.

“Daddy!” Milania cried, grasping him tightly.

“Mio piccolo amore,” he spoke fondly, kissing her head. “You miss me?”

“Always,” she replied, basking in the adoration of her beloved father, her face not so warm as she turned to Emily. “Who’s she?”

“Hey, enough with the sass. This is Emily, my girlfriend.”

The word fell from his lips just as the adversary walked in, placing Alessio down, the little boy running to be lifted into his father’s arms. “This is your girlfriend?” Immediately, the girlfriend herself felt her insides prickle with discomfort.

“Hello to you too, Filomena,” he muttered with sarcasm.

Her mouth fell open, looking Emily up and down several times. “For the love of the virgin Mary, Luca! How old is she, like eighteen or somethin’?”

“Twenty-three,” he corrected, his jaw beginning to tighten, handing Alessio to Emily when the child began to struggle in her direction.

“Hey, little guy!” she cooed, trying to inject a little lightness, the tension rapidly thickening between her man and his ex. Also, for the sake of her nerves. She truly wanted no part of any conflict between Luca and his ex. “Oh, goodness, aren’t you cute! You look just like your daddy, don’t you?”

“I do!” he announced through a gummy grin, beginning to fiddle with her necklace. “You smell like flowers.”

“Oh god, she’s a child, still!” Filomena exclaimed, her voice filling the space shrilly. Emily couldn’t even look at her, so kept her eyes on the little boy in her arms as he chattered to her, feeling supported by her man touching a supportive hand to her back for a second.

Luca rolled his eyes at Filomena’s observation, beginning to gesture with his hands. He always did when he was becoming agitated. “Don’t start this right in front of ‘em,” he warned. “She ain’t a kid, I know exactly what you’re doin’, Fil. She couldda been thirty-three and you’d still take issue.”

“Hey kids! The soda place up the block will be open now, how about Emily and me take you guys up there, huh? Come on, let’s go!” A rapidly moving Maggie spoke as she approached, Emily breathing a sigh of relief to be saved like that. Also, she was of the same opinion, that the children really didn’t need to witness their parents about to verbally tear one another to shreds.

“I’ll see you in a little while,” she spoke, Luca nodding as he leaned to kiss her quickly.

“Thank you, mi amore.” he spoke, nodding with gratitude at Maggie as well as she herded the two biggest of the brood out, little Alessio very content to be carried.

Filomena at least waited a beat until they were all out the door before her head swivelled around again, fixing Luca with a snarl as she scoffed. “Mi amore? You can’t be serious about that kid.”

“Wouldn’t be havin’ her meet my children if I wasn’t. You need to fuckin’ knock it off, too, callin’ her a kid when she ain’t.”

She scoffed again, shaking her head. “She’s twenty years younger than you!”

And therein was the problem. “Yeah, and don’t that just chap your ass, huh, Fil? Jealousy ain’t ever looked good on ya.”

He had her there, his ex-wife chewing her cheek in fury at the slowly delivered, condescending drawl, incensed over the fact that the first woman he’d gotten serious about after her turned out to be fifteen years her junior. And a knockout. Still, she had an ace up her sleeve left to play. “Well, I suppose I’ll get to know all about her over the weekend. You don’t gotta nanny, Sylvie is sick with a cough so it’s gotta be me lookin’ after ‘em.”

What?

“No way,” he warned, pointing at her sternly, “ain’t no place for you up there with your meddling. Forget it.”

“Can’t,” she spoke, her mouth twisting into a sinister grin, “Alessio has an ear infection, needs his drops puttin’ in every four hours. Are you really tellin’ me you’re gonna be available for that, every four hours, for the next three days?”

“I’m his fuckin’ father. Of course, I will,” he hissed, looking at her with fury.

She laughed, and it set his fists to clenched, flexing his hands as he began to pace before her. “You ain’t gonna be around! You’ll be off hunting in the day with Angelo, and riding your new filly all damned night! No, I’m not chancing that it spreads to his throat and eyes, too. I’m comin’, and that’s the last of it. You know how he don’t like being away from his mommy when he’s sick.”

His gaze cast up to the ceiling, taking a long, deep breath. He hated that she had a point. She wanted his temper to blaze, though, for him to yell, to lose control of his emotions. It was what she thrived upon. So simply, he didn’t let her have the win. “Fine, come along if you must, just stay outta my way. Choose a bedroom as far away from mine as you can get, though, ‘cuz yeah, you’re right. I will be, and I’d hate for us to keep you up.”

His laughed rolled like thunder at the look on her face, leaning in close. “Yeah, bet there’s still one part of me that you miss, huh?” Sauntering out with his usual cocksure swagger, he left her standing there stewing in contempt, telling the security guys to load up their belongings into the car. Heading down the street, he didn’t much relish having to tell Emily that their long weekend would be plus an unwanted guest, entering the soda shop and beckoning her with a backward jerk of his head.

“You don’t look happy, handsome,” she spoke carefully upon exiting the shop, wondering just how intense the fight he and Filomena had likely gotten into had become.

His mouth twitched in grimace, pulling his toothpick out. “Yeah, I ain’t got the best news to deliver. She’s comin’ with us.”

Her face dropped in an instant. “She’s what?”

“Alessio is sick, got somethin’ up with his ears, gotta have drops put in every four hours, yadda, yadda. She don’t trust me to fuckin’ look after the kid, the nanny is sick as well, so she’s insisting on inflicting herself.” He paused, resting his hands to her shoulders. “She ain’t gonna ruin anything though, doll. Promise. She knows to keep outta my way, yours too by extension.”

Her lips thinned, Emily really not happy about having to share her weekend with a woman who hadn’t even bothered speaking directly to her, not even introducing herself before going right on in after her guy regarding their age gap. “Alright. Really, it isn’t, but alright.”

Leaning to her level, he kissed her forehead. “I know, baby. I know. You just gotta pretend she ain’t there. If she comes out with any of her poison, walk away, alright?”

She set her face straight with a nod, widening her smile. “I will. Come on, let’s hurry the kids and then get up there.”

Truly, she’d thought that the toughest thing about that weekend would be how to begin bonding with a fourteen-year-old girl, and two boys of twelve and six. Now there was an ex-wife thrown into the mix, too. A spiteful one.

A near three-and-a-half-hour drive later and they’d arrived, Angelo and Greta already there, the latter looking perplexed as she alighted the front steps of the mansion, holding her arms wide towards Emily.

“What the good god is the viper doing here, dolly?” she asked with concern, kissing her cheek while watching Filomena and the children exit the second car.

“I’ll tell you in a sec, please tell me there’s alcohol here?”

“Only gin and whiskey, as well as the wine in the cellar.”

Grabbing her hand, she nodded vigorously. “Yeah, that’ll do.”

“All of it?” Greta snorted, the women climbing the steps while the guys handled the baggage.

“Twice over.”

She winced with a little hiss, taking her through the house back to the rear porch, where she’d been enjoying cigarettes and gin rickey’s in the sun. Walking through the house, Emily’s jaw was on the floor, her head turning left and right to take in as much as possible. To say it was decadent would have been an understatement. Luca had definitely downplayed it thus far. Speaking of Luca...

“Doll, I’m gonna go spend some time with the kids, take ‘em down to the lake, alright? You okay with Greta?”

“Of course, she’s fine with me. Go, you get outta here and be with your brood,” the woman herself grinned as Luca greeted her with a cheek kiss.

“Show her around and all that. See you later.” He winked, departing, his shoulders drawn up. He hadn’t seemed so tense on the way up, but now the reality was setting in, having to be under the same roof as the woman he loathed, she saw clearly it had begun to gnaw at him.

Emily turned to her, her face pensive. “He wasn’t so bad, driving up. Now? I can see his irritation rising.”

Greta sighed, ushering her through the final large room to the back door, a huge glass construction between two frames of filigree wrought iron. “Yeah, he had the twitching jaw thing happening, I noticed. Yeesh.” Sitting her down at the table, she poured out a drink, adding an extra slug of neat gin from her little hip flask for good measure. “So, what’s the story?”

Taking her cigarette case out, Emily offered one across the table, the woman lighting up before Greta was filled in on what had gone down back in Brooklyn. The elder of the women balked, snorting once her young friend had finished. “So, what are we, chopped liver? We couldn’t have handled looking after the kid?”

“Exactly! Mind you, I doubt Luca would have even suggested it out of respect for me. He even said as much before Filomena dropped herself on us, said the kids would be with the nanny when they weren’t with him, and he didn’t expect me to lift a finger.”

Greta’s eyebrows rose. “That’s progressive of him.”

“Eh,” she sniffed, “I think he was probably more worried I wouldn’t blow him if he’d offered my services as substitute mother without at least asking me first.”

Her words roused laughter, the immaculate brunette lifting her glass to her pristine red lips. “Oh, my good god, I love the fact you’re coming outta your shell more, being in our world. You’re still a polite little sweetheart who wouldn’t say boo to a goose, but still, you’d have never come out with such a statement back when we first met. Shows confidence.”

“I have to be,” she exclaimed, taking a drag on her cigarette. “Being Luca’s girl, I can’t sit there blushing and shrinking from everything or I’d never survive! That includes being able to say out loud with every confidence, and like the lady I am, that my man knows not to jeopardise the luxury of being able to put his dick in my mouth.”

Greta was in soft fits, clapping her friend’s little display of wry comedy. “You make me laugh, dolly. Oh, you do!”

“If I don’t laugh right now, having the ex-wife shadow looming, I’ll cry. Believe me.”

Raising her glass, she beamed. “Then to laughter!” Sipping her drink, she watched as Emily made a thoughtful face, biting the corner of her lip as she looked out over the sprawling grounds towards the lake.

“I wonder if Filomena likes to play blackjack?”

“Oh, you’re too much!” Of course, Greta knew well Emily’s talent with card counting.

Winking, her eyes went back to the lake, just about able to pick out Luca and the kids walking the shoreline, except for Alessio, who was perched atop his father’s shoulders. “I like to think I’m just enough. So, you called her a viper when we arrived. Was that out of loyalty to Luca, or did she ever do something to irritate you?”

“Honestly? The gal has every right to be hostile toward her ex, given the circumstances... which I probably shouldn’t say too much more on,” she began, Emily waving her hand casually.

“You’re alright, I know about the other women.”

Greta swiftly lifted her sunglasses, gaping a little. “He told you?”

“Yes, he did,” she replied, reaching to the fruit bowl and tearing a small handful of grapes away.

Her friend was mildly stunned, and made no effort to hide that. “Wow. Didn’t see that coming. Anyhoo, like I said, can’t blame her. Well, in the here and now I can because she needs to be making nice for the children, but instead she’s toying with him, as usual.

“But I digress. I actually used to get on pretty well with her, but after they broke up she called me up and gave me hell, assuming I knew all about his infidelity. I didn’t know shit! Ain’t like he was gonna advertise it to me. I mean, some guys in their world, they have the wife and then they have the gooma, the side piece, but as far as I can gauge, Luca just fucked around at random. No regular side chick to speak of.”

“He preferred whores, professionals at sex, women who knew what they were doin’ with a dick and whose silence he could easily buy.”

Turning, they both watched Filomena approach, her chin lifted as she walked slowly over to the table, a smug smile tilting her lips. “That don’t mean those are the only dames he went for, though. If he saw a gal at the speakeasy who he liked the look of, he’d just make his move. I heard that from the women themselves. Even if they were with his own guys, if he wanted to fuck ‘em, he did.”

Emily felt a cold wave wash over her, to know the man she loved so much had been that sexually reckless, especially with women so close to the guys who worked for him. She tried to remember what that very man had told her just hours before, though, about Filomena and her meddling. “Hmm,” she hummed, clearly entertained by Emily’s pinking cheeks. “Didn’t know that much, did ya?”

She could feel her throat tightening, swallowing hard as she looked up at the scorned woman, who’s commentary continued. “I asked him once, you know, how many women he’d bedded behind my back. He said he lost count when he hit triple digits. He was a fuckin’ prolific man whore, my ex-husband. And you look at him like the sun shines outta his ass, you poor gal. He’ll get bored of ya, eventually. Don't think the same won’t happen to you once you’ve knocked out a couple of his kids. Probably before then, if he ain’t already.”

“Fil, come on, hon. Enough now, yeesh. You don’t gotta drag Emily into this.” Greta advised, rubbing her head with her hand, her eyes finding her friend in support, and what Emily couldn’t bear to see. Sympathy. Because she couldn’t hide the fact that the former Mrs. Changretta wasn’t lying.

Luca had told her that his ex would do this, but what he hadn’t mentioned was that her poison would be nothing but the truth, Emily getting up and swiftly exiting the situation with tears pooling her eyes.

Exactly what Filomena had wanted. After all; hurt people, hurt people.

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x-liv25-jamieswife · 3 days

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if you can, do you mind doing some toby and avery hcs??

toby and avery head canons

of course, i'd love to!! i'm literally so obsessed with them, and their story literally makes me sob. hope you like them <3. @catapparently helped.

i honestly may have read a fic about this on ao3, but toby got avery a music box that played her mom singing this lullaby when someone opened it. she cried for hours in his arms.

avery blames herself for what happened to toby and the blakes, and sometimes calls him to apologize profusely (even though he's already forgiven her). he assures her he still loves her and that she means the world to him.

they don't call or see each other often except for at galas and events that the blakes drag him to. they always sneak away (with the help of the hawthornes) so they have time to talk.

hannah would sometimes tell toby that they were going to be at like a bowling alley that day or smth, and he'd do his best to show up and watch her play and have fun. he would tear up at the life he wanted but could never have.

he walked her down the aisle on her wedding day. she originally didn't want anyone to do it because she doesn't like the idea of your parent 'giving you away to someone', but when she realized who toby was and what he meant to her, that changed.

they visit hannah's grave together and just cry in each others arms. they'll tell each other what they miss most from the life they had before with her.

toby tells her about all the wild things hannah would say to him and how much she hated him at first. avery loves hearing him talk about her mother because he always sounds so in love.

toby will mail her little puzzles that he carved for her to solve. she always sends him picks of it when she's done.

avery regularly goes back to the spot where they used to eat after their chess games/where they used to play chess to feel closer to him.

toby calls her horrible girl and princess, and, when she has kids, he starts calling them horrible boy and princeps (princess in latin according to google translate) (i hc that aj have a daughter and a son)

toby gave avery the talk not because she needed it but bc he saw it as a classic father/daughter experience that he wanted to have with her.

toby wishes he was less of a coward when he was younger and actually took part in avery' life. he regrets not seeing her grow, take her first steps, her first day of school etc..

avery knows this and will sometimes send him videos her mom took of her when she was younger (we know she used to send him postcards sometimes but its not the same)

for his birthday, avery will head over to the blake's house (or wherever he's currently living), threaten the people who answer the door to let her in, and will spend a few minutes with him before she's forced to leave.

she sometimes gifts him things that used to belong to her mother

toby tried to teach her how to carve wood, but she could never get the hang of it. she tries her best and gifts him her attempts even if they suck. toby finds it very sweet and adorable.

avery has a really nice voice but doesn't like to sing bc it reminds her of her mom on her death bed (she used to ask avery to sing her her favorite songs before she died). toby loves her voice though so sometimes she'll suck it up and record a voice message of her singing.

they will send each other songs that remind them of the other.

toby has the best relationship advice (even though he's never really been in a relationship except for with hannah). when she's having trouble with jamie (very rare), she'll go to him IF possible (i literally say this in every post for like avery and grayson or nash, but i think it fits toby and avery best)

toby has an insta account avery doesn't know about that he uses to like and comment on each and every one of her posts.

toby watches all of the broadcasted events she attends, all of her interviews, etc. he's her biggest fan.

he knows she loves sushi so sometimes he'll order her some and get it delivered to her house on days where she's told him she's swamped with work.

avery's kids call him grandpa even though he's not actually their grandpa.

they love sending each other cryptic messages for the other to figure out.

they usually call each other late at night bc that's when the blakes are less likely to catch him. jamie will leave the room when this happens and let them talk.

after vincent blake died, he was more free to do whatever he wanted so he started visiting her more often. not all the time though because eve was still a pain in the ass.

avery has a bad habit of going to bed way to late and waking up way to early so toby will text to make sure she's getting sleep ('are you heading to bed, princess' or 'i hope you aren't still awake, horrible girl')

toby actually swears a lot and avery finds it hilarious. he starts to swear even more bc it makes her laugh.

toby loves sightseeing and will always be taking pictures of his favorite places (he travels a lot bc of the blakes). he sends her all of these pictures

toby tries to be cool and texts like gen z, and avery finds it absolutely traumatizing. she begs him to stop but it just eggs him on.

when avery wakes up from nightmares and has a panic attack, but doesn't want to wake up jamie, she'll call toby. he'll tell her to breathe with him and then will ask her if she's ok in a soft voice. then they'll hang up. she never talks about her nightmares and he never asks. this is literally what happens every time

toby is always sending her memes and dad jokes. she finds them embarrassing but cute at the same time.

#the inheritance games #avery grambs #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #toby hawthorne #hannah rooney

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tiredfox64 · 9 hours

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Too Late? You’re Still Young!

Prior notes: DILFS! I LOVE THEM! I LITERALLY HAVE A I ❤️ DILFS SHIRT! YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE I LOVE? CONSENT! WE 👏 LOVE 👏 CONSENT👏!

Pairing: Johnny Cage (MK11) x Virgin! Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: NSFW, fingering, praising, nipple play, safe sex is sweeter, mating press, aftercare (is freaking important)

So you spent all of high school and all of college with you virginity in tact. Impressive, but it wasn’t your choice. With a sheltered home life like yours you struggled to understand the dating scene. You were too afraid to have a boyfriend since you worried you would get in trouble with your family. You never had the talk before but your hormones were a big indicator that you were missing some important information about your body. You somewhat found the solution when you placed a pillow between your legs and it felt incredible good to you.

Through Sex Ed class and word around school you figured out what you were in need of. But to get it seemed so difficult. At least now you knew your fingers were a good option.

That frustration grew in you and you couldn’t voice it out. Even telling it to your best friend Cassie felt wrong. You’re almost graduating and you still have your v card! You can’t do this anymore. Maybe it’s time to ask Cassie for advice. Even if she can’t help you maybe one of her friends can. Two of them are engaged to each other you doubt they are waiting till after marriage. Heaven knows you can’t.

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You went over to Johnny’s mansion since you remembered Cassie was staying with him for a bit. You knocked on the door and waited patiently with an anxious look on your face. It was Johnny who opened the door.

“Hey! I haven’t seen you in a while,” He paused for a second, “Woah, what’s up with that face?”

“Hi, Mr. Cage. Is Cassie here right now?” You asked sheepishly.

“Nope, sorry. She just went out with Jacqui. But you should still come in. I’ll get you something to drink.” He invited you in.

You went inside, taking your shoes off at the entrance like a decent human being. You followed Johnny into the kitchen where you sat at the island. He gave you a glass of water which you thanked him for before he started talking.

“So what’s going on? You don’t seem to happy. Let me guess, a professor gave you a bad grade.”

He knows you too well. That could be true but not at this moment. You did smile though which is the reaction he wanted.

“No actually, it’s more of a…body issue.” You tried your best to explain it without saying it out loud.

“Ah, shark week I’m guessing? That’s why you need Cassie.”

“No! No! It’s another kind of issue that I have a hard time saying.” Your voice grew quieter the more you spoke.

Johnny stayed patient. He waited to see if you would say it yourself. You were being vague so he really didn’t understand what was going on. You sighed before continuing.

“The thing is I’m still a virgin. It’s really embarrassing. I feel so frustrated knowing that my body needs something but I either don’t know what it is or I can’t get it.” Now he understands.

He stayed silent for a bit as he thinks about what you said. He would say it’s no big deal but he’s a man with a high body count so he shouldn’t be talking. Still, he doesn’t want you feeling bad about it.

“Cassie did tell me you were a bit sheltered. But I don’t see why it’s a problem. You’re a nice and intelligent girl and I would hate for some dick to take your virginity as if it was nothing.”

“Everybody says that to me! I know what I am and I understand I need a good man to do it with. But how will I know what is considered a good man if no one tells me.” You were really expressing your frustration.

You had a point and Johnny could see that. You were at risk of being misguided. Everyone is at risk of that no matter what but you had a disadvantage. He had an idea that might work out but it seemed so stupid. Hormonal stupid. He’s been deprived for a while now and getting the chance to have some fun is really tempting right now. But he doesn’t want to take advantage of your situation. It won’t hurt to ask.

“Alright listen, how about you and me…do it. I’ll show you how it goes and what a man should be doing to you. It’s up to you. I won’t force you to do anything.” He said calmly.

You froze up and your cheeks started to feel warm. You were surprised he would suggest something like that even though you knew of his flirting habits. Was it a good idea however? He is your friend’s dad and he is way older than you. You can’t deny though that he is still good looking for his age. Older does mean more experience, right? He’s been so nice to you too so you can trust that he’s a good man. Screw it, he’s the best option!

“You wouldn’t mind doing that? I mean I do feel comfortable with you, especially since I don’t have any guy friends.”

“Of course, but only this one time. Promise me you won’t tell Cassie, right? I get it she’s your best friend and best friends tell each other everything and whatnot. But she is still my daughter and I doubt she will be happy that I banged one of her best friends.”

“I promise. She will never find out.” Better make sure of that.

He nodded before taking your hand and guiding you up the stairs. It was exciting yet nerve racking. Johnny could sensed that and squeezed your hand to tell you it’s gonna be alright. He’s gonna take good care of you.

You two walked into his bedroom. His bed was large and comfortable which helped settle your nerves. He brought you over to the bed and had you sit next to him. He may be an expert in this but he has never really dealt with a girl who was so nervous before. He better take this real slow and talk you through it.

“Alright, first things first, a man should never go right into it. Foreplay is very important. It will help make the experience better for you and prevent you from getting hurt down there.” He instructed.

You had no idea what foreplay was but you trusted Johnny enough to not asking him about it. You were right to do so since all he did at first was kiss your neck. Already that was a lot for you. Each kiss felt like a little tingle that shot down between your legs.

Johnny’s hand was slowly tracing down your body till he got to the waistband of your pants. Your breathing hitched which alerted him you were getting nervous again.

“Shh, it’s okay. Remember I’m taking it slow. I won’t hurt you.” He whispered against your neck.

You relaxed a little as his hand slipped under. His fingers lightly touched your clit and you whimpered immediately. It felt way different than when you would do it to yourself. This is way better, probably cause you are receiving it from someone else. Johnny wanted to see how you were a little more down and was surprised at how wet you already were. He could easily slip his fingers in if he wanted to.

“Damn, you’re really wet. I’ve never had a girl get this excited so quickly.” He commented.

You were embarrassed by that. Barely touched and you are soaking wet down there. You turned your head away from Johnny to prevent any further embarrassment. He just chuckled lightly at your reaction.

“It’s not a bad thing. It makes it easier. You’re doing good.”

One of his fingers slipped into your pussy with ease. You gasped in surprise and pleasure. You never fingered yourself since you never felt anything from it. But you sure felt it now. That one finger slowly pumped inside you as his thumb rubbed your clit. You were keeping yourself together which was good. Johnny felt like you could take a little more.

“You think you can take another one?”

You nodded your head confidently. You wanted more anyways. Your body was in need of it. Now having both his ring and middle finger in you was like heaven. He went a little faster while his thumb kept rubbing your clit.

Your whimpers to turned to quiet, breathy moans. Now it felt too good. Without thinking you were trying to close your legs. You don’t know why you do it you just know you don’t want to make it hard for Johnny.

“Gotta keep your legs open for me. I promise it will be better for you if you do.”

You listened and tried your best to keep your legs open, spreading them wider than before. That should do it.

“That’s it, good girl.” He whispered.

Immediately you had a reaction. Your heart did flips and you felt warmth in your stomach. Johnny caught on when he felt your pussy clench against his fingers. Not surprising considering you always did seem excited by praise no matter what. He’ll keep that in mind when he fucks you in just a moment.

Your body grew hotter the longer this went on. It didn’t help that Johnny was so close to you. So close that his other hand went to the small of your back to support you. You didn’t know what to do with your hands so you were left clenching the bed sheets. Suddenly he asked you a very important question.

“Wait, now that I’m thinking about it, have you even had your first kiss?”

Nope, you didn’t even get that. You nodded no.

“Well I must look like a jerk. What kind of man am I,” He said comedically, “Let me help you with that as well.”

This must be some sort of dream. A dirty one at best. A dream where you are kissing your best friend’s hot dad as he fingers you. Even if you weren’t the best at kissing, Johnny was making it work. Thank goodness your lips were soft cause you’d be embarrassed if they weren’t.

This was all enough to send you over the edge. It really didn’t take much effort since you were so deprived. Your eyes were shut tight as you felt pleasure pulse through your body. You were moan against Johnny’s lips. He felt your pussy clench his fingers which was enough evidence to show he just made you cum. Damn, in three minutes? That’s a new record. To him that was impressive and boosted his already high ego. You were embarrassed, thinking that cumming too early was a bad thing. It’s only bad when it’s guys, you’re fine.

“I’m sorry. I thought I would last longer.” You apologized.

“There’s no need to apologize. It just means we can get to the really fun part now. Take your clothes and get comfortable on the bed.” He instructed.

Johnny gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before slipping his hand out from your pants. He wanted to make sure you were still comfortable. There was no need to feel embarrassed around him. The important thing is if you’re comfortable and still okay with this.

You took your time when taking your clothes off. Obviously you never stripped down in front of a man. Even when you would go to the pool you were nervous to take your shirt off. This was a big leap but you felt like you could do this. Deep breathes and take your time.

While you did that, Johnny went over to his bedside table to grab a condom. You could see how prepared this man is when you saw the long line of condoms he had. It’s been a while for him, they’re still good.

When you took all your clothes off you were quick to get on the bed and cover yourself with the blankets. He doesn’t mind he understands. He started to strip his clothes off and oh…wow.

You don’t care what anybody says he is like fine wine. He looks like he’s still in his prime. You couldn’t deny you felt yourself get wetter and you pressed your thighs together to alleviate the pressure down there. Then he took his pants off. Girl, you’re in trouble but a good kind of trouble.

You’re not mathematician or scientist but you can definitely say he was bigger than average. Was it supposed to be that thick? He saw how wide your eyes were and decided to tilt your head up so you could look at him instead.

“You should probably keep your eyes on me for now. Might scare you if you look down there for too long.” He’s not wrong but he sounds arrogant saying that.

He got on the bed and slowly pulled the blankets off you. You were still being shy which is fine. There is no need to rush into this he will make sure you are comfortable with going ahead. Plus, he’s gotta comment on those tits.

“You have a nice pair on you. Do you mind?” He was asking for your permission to play with them.

You nodded and he went in slowly. You felt his hands cup your breasts gently. His thumb rubbed against your soft skin. You were surprised by how calming it felt. Sure you were even more turned on but you also felt less nervous. Johnny came in closer and started to leave kisses all over them. At first it was gentle but then he decided he wanted to leave hickeys on them. Nothing too big but they were the perfect spot since no one will see them. It was definitely a new feeling but when you saw the marks he left on you, you knew you liked it.

You know what else you liked? When his tongue ran over your nipple. It surprised you but you soon relaxed again to the feeling. He sucked on your nipple gently, not wanting to overstimulate you just yet. His other hand went to pinch your other nipple which excited you more. Once again it was another situation where it felt better when someone else did it instead of you. With all this combined you started to grow needy. There was no sense of embarrassment or nervousness anymore, only this need to be fucked. You started to whine which let Johnny know you were ready.

“Alright, alright, I get you. Just give me a second, babe.”

It didn’t take long for Johnny to put the condom on, what a manwhore. He angled himself before holding your hand. It was for support.

“Just tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”

Then he started to push into your wet pussy. The feeling of being stretched out for the first time was deliciously painful. It’s not what you expected. You expected to be screaming and for a bunch of blood to come out. Nope, not at all. Inch by inch he slowly pushed himself inside of you till he was fully in. He didn’t start thrusting immediately since he knew you had to adjust.

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m more than okay.”

“That’s good. You’re doing so good. So good for me.” Johnny started to give you kisses on your face which you appreciated.

After a few moments he started slowly thrusting into you. Your hand squeezed his but you never told him to stop. The pain slowly turned into pleasure. Finally, the pleasure of being fucked. Each thrust was another wave of pleasure through you. It was confusing at first, like your mind couldn’t comprehend something this good. Your body could.

Johnny started picking up the pace when no sign of pain was present in your face. You stopped having control over your moans. You weren’t being loud like a porn star. It was more like you couldn’t fake it even if you tried.

Damn, that’s what I sound like?

He didn’t want to push it too far but he was so tempted to pound into you. It’s been so long and you honestly felt amazing. He loved looking down at you and watching your breasts jiggle every time he thrusted in. You squeezed so nicely around his cock. He was trying to hold himself back from getting rough and you could see that. You wouldn’t push your lucky but your body says otherwise. Hormones are crazy like that, they will yell at you to do anything to get the pleasure you need. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist. You looked into his eyes and you said something that seemed so out of character for you but was what you truly wanted.

“Please go harder.” You begged.

“Fuck, are you sure?” Trust me, Johnny wanted to but he was still worried about hurting you.

You whined and wrapped your legs even tighter around his waist which let him know you weren’t playing.

“Alright, I get it. Never would have expected you to be so needy.” He teased.

He’ll do you one better. How about a new position? Nothing crazy but you will like it. He grabbed your thighs and pushed your legs back before putting you into a mating press. And you thought he was already deep enough. Good thing you are surprisingly flexible.

You really do need to keep your legs open more. It felt amazing to you when Johnny started pounding into your pussy. This position made it easier to hit that sweet spot inside you which you didn’t even know about.

You could hear a wet, squishing sound coming from down there every time he pulled in and out. Not only that but there was also the sound of skin slapping every time he rammed into you. It turned you on even more. You know why? Cause that’s the sound of being fucked, honey!

Johnny had a nice view in front of him. Listening to you moan for him as he continues to fuck you. You make him feel young again. He still has it in him. The energy to have fun with a girl and make her moan. Fuck, he is so glad he is doing this now.

You would be thinking the same but all you could focus on was how big he was and how all of that was slamming into you. At this point why hide any of your moans. No one is around and this is your first time. You should have as much freedom as you want. Get the full experience. You were keeping your eyes closed out of embarrassment but that won’t last for long.

“Come on, open those pretty eyes for me. Can you do that just for me, gorgeous?” Johnny whispered to you.

When he says it like that how can you deny. You slowly opened your eyes to look up at him. Sure you were still embarrassed but you realize that it was just hotter this way. The connecting that the eyes make. You’ve never seen a man look at you in such a way. A look that makes you feel desirable. There might even be some affection behind it. Because Johnny does care for you. Even if this is a one time thing he wants you to have the best experience and walk away with no regrets. It’s working for you.

It was all so much. The sounds, the feelings, the connection, the intimacy is all getting to you. Your nails started scraping against his back lightly. Your toes curled and your legs shook a little. Your eyes almost rolled back and your moans grew louder. You were about to cum and Johnny could see that.

“You’re gonna cum? You wanna cum, pretty girl? Go ahead. Just keep looking at me.” He commanded.

You kept looking at Johnny as he slammed into your sweet spot again. This orgasm was better than the last one. It felt like a heat radiated through your body. All your worries came undone just like you. Like a knot just unraveling in your stomach. You looked at Johnny with half-lidded eyes as you let out breathy moans. Damn, he could have came right there on the spot but he was holding himself together.

“Bet that felt good, didn’t it.” He teased before leaving some kisses on your face.

You knew Johnny would feel like a king after making you cum twice. He’s cocky like that. Ah, but you forgot. He hasn’t cum yet.

“You think you can go a little longer for me, baby? Just a little longer.” He asked to keep going so he can cum.

He didn’t wanna overstimulate you during your first time but it’s your call. You’re a trooper, you can go a little longer even though you are incredibly sensitive down there now. You nodded which made him smile.

He stopped pressing down on you which was a relief for your legs. He still kept them open. He started thrusting into you again, not as rough as when he had you in a mating press but it still felt great. He watched as his cock went in and out of your pussy. Your wetness coated the condom and it still made a wet sound. Oh how he wished he could just take it off and fuck you raw. Fell how warm you are and cum into that sweet pussy of yours. But that’s a stupid idea. One that young Johnny would make and he’s a better man than that. Still won’t stop him from thinking about it.

And that view of you, mwah! Watching your legs shake slightly from being overstimulated. Your hands gripping the sheets around you. Your breasts kept jiggling no matter how hard he pounded into you. He can see your eyes grow wet as you handle the sensations. All that combined with his little fantasy of cumming inside you sent him over the edge. One more thrust in and he was cursing softly as his cum filled the condom.

You both were left panting after that wonderful experience. Johnny pulled out and went to dispose of the condom. Damn there was a lot in there.

You were pretty exhausted but happy nonetheless. You don’t really know what you are supposed to do after. If you’re supposed to just put your clothes on and walk off as if what happened didn’t happen. That’s not how this goes. Not with Johnny.

He came back to you with a bottle of water in his hand. He went next to you and helped you sit up, placing his other hand on your back.

“You’re probably really exhausted after that. Here, drink this.” You gladly accepted the bottle of water, not even realizing how parched you were.

“So, what now? Do I just leave?” You asked which just proved to Johnny that it was best that he did it with you first.

“If a man ever told you to leave right after he’s an asshole. Don’t ever let a man do that to you. Come here.” Johnny pulled you close to him and made you lay down.

Your head laid on his chest which his arm was wrapped around you. He pulled the blankets over you to make sure you were comfy. His fingers ran through your hair which soothed you even more. This was incredibly nice. You didn’t realize how tired you were till he put you in this position. Your eyelids started to grow heavy and your breathing slowed down. There was only one thing left to say to him.

“Thank you…” You said softly.

You drifted off to sleep in his arms as he gave you a kiss on your forehead. Maybe Johnny was getting pretty old since he needed to sleep as well after that. He too started to fall asleep, happy to have a wonderful girl next to him again.

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Cassie and Jacqui just came back from their little, or more like big, shopping trip. Cassie was about to call out to her dad till she saw your shoes at the entrance.

“Oh shit, she’s here?” She said.

She went around calling your name, surprised you weren’t out in plain sight. in fact, neither was her dad. She guessed that maybe you were upstairs in her room. Nope, not there either. Well if anything her dad had to be in his room or something. She knocked a few times but no answer. She just decided to open the door herself.

“Hey dad, do you have any idea where-“ Cassie stopped herself when you looked at the scene in front of her. Even Jacqui gasped out loud.

She slowly closed the door again, a shocked expression on her face. She looked at Jacqui who confirmed what they saw was true. Out of all of Cassie’s friends she would have never suspected you of sleeping with her father. She doesn’t even think you did it on purpose you’re not that kind of person. This was all so much and she could only mutter three words.

“What the fuck.”

After notes:🍊…🦊so like, you gonna pay rent or something? Do I gotta feed you? Fuck do you even eat? One of your comrades came crashing through the window this early morning. Who the fuck gonna pay for that? Ah, anyways. My daddy issues have come to say hi. Can’t tell if fucking Johnny will heal me or having him be a father figure to me will. Just need him to ruffle my hair and tell me my professors are the bitches not me. Hope y’all have a good day! Adiós!

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #mk x reader #mk x you #mk fanfic #mk smut #mk11 johnny cage #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x y/n #johnny cage mk11 #mk11

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wonitten · 2 days

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SHINONUGA E-WA (NK)

synopsis: Nishimura Riki had his enemies. He even has your father, the chief minister as his enemy from the moment he stole you away from them. Yet, he was astonished to hear you wanted to follow him to the battlefield and die with him.

pairings: Commander in chief! Ni-ki x reader

genre: Romance, fluff, angst

wc: 0.5k

author's note: This did something to me like the air shifted the moment I saw him with long hair. The art is so moving. Oh god.

"You want to be with me, inspite of the danger my world possesses?"

You nod meekly, not looking at Nishimura Riki while he stared at you in disbelief. You were sure about your decision though. This was the first oath, you wanted to stand by.

"Look at me, Y/n", He whispered, holding your face to stare back at your determined eyes. "The road you want to take with me is cursed, my life is bound to death sooner or later. You want to follow a person like that?"

You nod again, looking at his glistening eyes. "I am sure."

"No, I can't do that....", He looked away. "You will stay here."

"Riki...", You whisper.

He sighed," You don't understand. You staying here is your protection from my enemies."

"I don't need it!"

His eyes widens at your anger, and then at your tearful eyes that were starting to look at him like he looked at you. The way a swan looks for his forever love, even in her death bed. No, this couldn't happen.

"No, Y/n, you can't....", Riki said with fear slowly creeping inside him. He breathed, shaking his head. "I command you."

You halt, frowning before starting to near him. "And I reject your command."

"Why are making it hard for me?", He said lowly. "You should hate me for stealing you away from your family. You should leave me to die. You should hate me to death."

You placed your hands in his, and caressed them gently," You never stole me from them. I let you. I could have screamed, but I abided by your words. I was fascinated and intrigued with your world. So, now that I have a taste of it, you can't take it away from me. You can't take yourself away from me."

"Don't..."

"I love you, Nishimura", You looked up at him, as a smile emerges on your lips with tears trickling down your cheeks. "I am overwhelmingly in love with you. I love you."

Riki's eyes soften, as he brings you closer to him. His hands wrap around you, his head resting on your shoulder.

"I am sorry"

"Why are you--"

Your sight suddenly starts to blacken as he plunges a needle on your shoulder. "Riki..."

"I am sorry my darling, but I'd rather die than let my enemies get their hands on you", His eyes glisten with tears. "If I being seperated from you, protects you, I will do it even if that means you hate me. So please...let me."

Riki backs away, still holding your waist closely, as he looks at you trying to fight the darkness.

"I will follow you...", You whisper, your words being breathless as your vision violently jerks. "I will find you."

"Do not fight it", he whispers, nearing your face, his lips lingering on yours. "Do not fight what's inevitable."

And with that, he pressed his lips against yours as you slowly lose your consciousness to him.

Your first kiss, being his first and last.

#enhypen #enha x reader #enha imagines #enhypen niki #enhypen soft hours #ni ki x reader #ni ki #ni ki imagines #ni ki scenarios #nishimura riki #ni ki angst

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Heartbreak High Season 2 Spoilers

So... lots of shit happened in the finale.

1): I like that they're setting up a redemption for Sasha and Spider. Both have done such horrible things on complete opposite ends of the spectrum but it's nice to see they could have a path to growth.

2): For Spider, I'm hoping to see more of his home life. I am thinking his father abused both him and his mom and his mom had a traumatic response which made her fear men including her own son. I think she pushed him away when she should've helped him because that's her kid and he reacted in his own way. And that does not absolve him of his wrongdoings, it means he has to sort through this shit in order to grow and prevent further harm to others. I would love to see more discussion on that in the third season. I would love for Spider to have a retribution and closure arc not for his own wellbeing (although it's a factor) but because there are boys watching this show who might have experienced things like him who might want to know it's okay to feel emotions and to see the damage that his actions did to show that it's not a healthy thing to do and it hurts a lot of people. I said redemption arc because that's probably what the show is setting up for but I think "redemption" should be left ambiguously like he's trying to be better but his actions have lasting consequences on the people he's hurt and he will always be making up for that. Changing for other people is not about being seen as the good guy but doing your best to prevent further harm. It's a complicated thing to deal with but I think showing that complexity like they have before is so important for kids watching this show.

3): I would fucking adore to see a Sasha redemption arc mostly for my own experience with other people who behaved like her who never learned from their mistakes for treating me differently because I'm autistic. Some of y'all might not want a redemption arc for her but like, I would fucking love to see her apologize and acknowledge what she did wrong and show change. Even if it's hard to do at first because no one will be perfect on the first try. After the lack of a genuine apology from Sia and her actions to the autistic community and how she continues to victimize herself, I just really want an allistic person to apologize and do better and I think the set-up for that in season 3 is PERFECT. Hopefully, there's a way for Quinni to still be school captain with Sasha as her co-captain because I think a message of uplifting people in communities you are not a part of is an EXCELLENT message. Sasha could step back with being the leading voice in this and allow Quinni to be a voice in her life as being autistic. Then this could expand to Sasha stepping back and uplifting other people's voices and learn that activism is about bringing people together and allowing space to share ideas and not trying to call out every single action she thinks is wrong. Overall though, I don't want them back in a relationship. I think the captain/vice-captain friendship could be fucking GREAT.

4): My heart fucking hurts for Cash. During that whole episode where he was on that boat with Chook, I was so fucking scared it was gonna be a jumping out situation but I fucking hope Chook doesn't mess with Cash or Harper anymore. He fucking had a deal and I don't want any redemption for Chook whatsoever. Crime and recidivism reduction is a special interest of mine and I fucking hated that Cash was in that situation to begin with and it's a perfect example of how vulnerable people join gangs. I am so fucking elated that this show is doing a great job of representing crime, recidivism, and police brutality. I'll have to research the prison system in Australia because I wanna see the similarities between Australia and the US's prison system. But YES. NAIL ON HEAD. A lot of teenagers and children join gangs because they are vulnerable whether that be an abusive home life such as Cash being in a group home then in Chook's gang before his grandma brought him to her home. How your family, your friends, your loved ones are all in danger when you are trying to leave a gang. I'm so fucking relieved that hopefully Cash can be free. I don't trust Chook's word though and that stuff always haunts people who often have no choice. I just want him to be safe and loved and cared for. He deserves so much better.

5): Kinda disappointed that Harper and Amerie didn't have a conversation on how Harper treated her but I think I still like their arc. I don't think that they're in anyway on the best terms they could be but I think it's because that Amerie views relationships transactionally in the way that she thinks she has to give every cent of her self to make other people accept her and I wanna see more of Amerie's story. For one, we know she has a sorta strict mom. For two, I've never seen anything about her dad. I'm wondering if there was an incident in her peer group in the earlier days or a situation in her home life where she feels like she constantly has to give 200% just to feel like she deserves even 5% of something. I really want the showrunners to tackle that kind of stuff in the third season. I want Harper and Amerie to have some kind of realization that their friendship is more complicated and I want Amerie to just have a god damn break for once. Have like a filler episode or gods just a fucking nap. I want Amerie to get like a cold where Harper or Darren or someone just helps her out while a bunch of crazy shit happens at school. Give my girl a break.

6): I fucking hate Rowan. He's manipulative but also traumatized. BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW GREAT SAM RECHNER DID PORTRAYING HIM??? It's like he woke up one day as Rowan like his acting was fucking PHENOMENAL. If Rowan is in the third season, I'm not going to be mad because I fucking love Sam Rechner's portrayal of a teenager that is aggressive and touchy and just... how tf do I put this... a sort of trauma-touched angry that is not the typical portrayal of "I'm angry because I'm traumatized" but just representative of people who are like him if that makes any fucking sense??? Idk how to describe his attitude and mannerisms because there us definitely trauma laced with his actions but you can also tell through his backstory that this shit didn't start with his trauma or at least not the one we saw in the beginning. It's kinda like the signs of a serial killer but (hopefully) those signs are recognized and he is placed in a treatment that can focus on protecting himself and others. I don't think his behaviors will go away and I would not be surprised if he's not in the second season because he was institutionalized because that seems like a natural progression.

It's weird to talk about Rowan because there are signs that his trauma has influence on his behavior but is not the sole cause of his behavior. I don't want to put some kind of diagnostic label on him and I encourage everyone else to also not put a diagnostic label on him because I think most people watching (including myself) have the psychological knowledge to put a label on him without demonizing other mental illnesses because I see a lot of behaviors that can be attributed to some psychological problems but I'm not educated enough to talk about that without demonizing people with those mental illnesses who act so far from his other behaviors. So, I don't recommend other people putting a label on him because, even with good intentions, there are people who would want to use Rowan as a reason to demonize real life mentally ill people. But, I do not fucking like him as a person. I love the characterization. But fuck him to the sun, man. He was manipulative of Amerie and he was trying to forget Amerie but his thoughts did result in harmful actions and I think the best retribution would be deep psychiatric help but knowing the mental health industry, the kind of help he needs does not currently exist and that fucking sucks. If he is in the next season, I'm not going to complain because holy fuck I loved the character in the realm of his writing like the writer room for Heartbreak High deserves a fucking award.

Overall, my thoughts on the season were that I love how complicated everyone is. The characters feel like actual people that exist in real life. They feel loved and cared for and I hope netflix greenlights a third season. I've seen a LOT of people recently who hadn't watched the first season come out but got a netflix account specifically to watch Heartbreak High and that kind of thing is what netflix WANTS so I'm a little more hopeful that a third season might get greenlit. I'm excited to see what the showrunners do next.

Again, gonna say that, whatever behaviors that Rowan has that can be attributed to certain mental health disorders, let's just consider what fuel we're adding to the fire.

And because some people did this, remember that the actors are not the characters. A lot of people bullied Gemma for Sasha's actions but Gemma is the actor playing Sasha, she is not actually Sasha. She did a fantastic job so it might be confusing but she is not Sasha and does not deserve the hate she gets for her wonderful portrayal. This goes for EVERY actor.

#god i fucking love this show #heartbreak high #heartbreak high spoilers #heartbreak high season 2 spoilers #heartbreak high season 2 #phenomenal fucking job

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