#I just wanted more family hugs and somehow I got this emotional mess

[sleekswosobession]

forgotten about you

barça femeni x teen!reader

request: here

A/N: i just know alexia turned off the tv during the game 😭

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You wake up, today is what could be described as a neutral day but it’s still your birthday nonetheless. You didn’t want to leave your bed, but you had to. Your family never really celebrated your birthday, only really caring about your brother and his dreams.

Even if it wasn’t the best day for you, a small part of your mind hoped that someone would wish you a happy birthday, at least Alexia anyways. It’s not like you told them though, the Barça instagram page would probably announce it.

You go through your regular movements of the day, traffic is light and you make it just in time.

Walking through, the admin wishes you a happy birthday, you smile lightly saying thanks and continuing to walk into the change room. However when you’re there it’s the same as any old day, it breaks your heart a little but you wouldn’t tell anyone that.

You’re quieter than usual walking to your cubby, it isn’t much of a change considering you’ve been one of the quieter ones since you joined barca, preferring to only be loud late at night when blasting music in your car.

It’s when even Alexia comes in and doesn’t say Happy Birthday that you feel even more hurt than before, out of everyone who would know, you’d just hoped she would. It’s not her fault though, you didn’t tell anyone. Why would she?

Training seems to be a blur, you miss the looks your older teammates give you at certain points. You’ve essentially become someone with no emotions which has somehow made you have a great session. Which in all honesty did not mend your shattering heart, no matter the praises the coaches had given you.

You make an effort to miss everyone after training and head straight home, you didn’t shower and just got up and left ignoring your confused teammates. No matter how much of an introvert you were, you’d always make time to say goodbye. It was a sign to everyone else that something had happened.

You make way to your car and drive off straight away, inevitably you end up sobbing halfway through. Unable to keep your emotions inside.

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In the locker room, when you were gone there was silence. A pondering in the air of sorts. Mapi breaks it.

“Is she ok? She’s usually quiet but this… she’d at least say something.” Her statement lingers in the air, no one knowing what to say.

“Oh shit.” The unmistakable voice of Lucy Bronze cuts through the tension.

“Qué?” Many voices say at once. Lucy turns her phone around and shows the birthday announcement from the Barcelona Instagram page.

“How did we not know? Why didn’t she say anything?” Alexia sounds heartbroken, she cares for you deeply and to miss something so important is heartbreaking.

“I’m not sure.” Ingrid’s voice cracks and it looks like she’s about to cry.

Alexia is quick to regain her composure.

“Ok, we messed up. But, we can make this right. In the time I go to her house, talk and get her to come out, you all should do something. Plan a party and we’ll be there in like 1-2 hours. Got it?” The girls nod, seemingly ready to organise something not too big but enough to make up for what they didn’t know.

“Ingrid do you want to come with me?” The captain asks the Norwegian who nods, saying farewell to her girlfriend and teammates. You were very close with her, she took you under her wing a lot and you looked up to her.

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You’re crying on your couch when there’s a knock on the door, thinking it’s preachers you ignore it, hoping they’ll leave. Only, the noise gets louder so you wipe your tears and trudge slowly toward the door.

Upon opening, Alexia and Ingrid immediately wrap you in a bone-crushing hug.

“What’s this for?” You say, you thought they’d forgotten about you.

“Don’t act like you don’t know, we’re sorry we didn’t know it was your birthday. We’ll make it up to you.” At Alexia’s words you start crying again.

“No Ale, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have expected anything. I didn’t tell you guys.” You say, feeling slightly bad.

“Elskling, no matter what we should’ve known, were your teammates and we didn’t even do any digging to find it. We made no effort before when we should have. Don’t ever feel like you should dismiss it. It obviously means something.” At her rant, you seem to understand her words as they compute in your mind.

“We did bring you something though nena. One from me and one from Mapi and Ingrid. Then we are going for a drive, ok?” You nod gratefully and get ready for what the two are giving you.

“Here you go.” Ingrid is first, she gives you two small boxes. You open the first one and it’s the Miss Dior perfume you’ve wanted for ages but haven’t ended up getting because you were too busy.

“I- thanks Ingrid.” You beam, she smiles softly back and points to the other one, you open it up carefully revealing a Dior charms bracelet. Your mouth opens wide.

“This is… thank you so much!” You place it down wrapping Ingrid in a hug.

“I’m glad you like it, I heard you said Dior was your favourite designer so I just figured.” It seems your broken heart from before was sealing up because she remembered something you’d told her weeks ago.

Alexia watches the interaction, smiling and happy to see you happy. Not the shell of a person you were at training because they forgot.

Luckily for her and Ingrid, there was a mall on the way to your house with many shops which would definitely satisfy what they needed to get you.

After speaking to Ingrid, you turn to Alexia who is also grinning and hands you a box.

“Aquí.”

You unwrap it, it’s quite big and heavy. When seeing the contents your eyes widen.

“Is this…” She nods her head, smirking. It’s a PS5, Alexia had been pretty strict on no video game consoles considering she wanted you to have a healthy sleep schedule.

“I didn’t think you’d ever allow it- Thank you Ale.” You bring her into a hug before unwrapping it fully and staring at the three things you had received in awe.

“Come on, get dressed we have places to be.” Alexia pulls you from your staring, you get dressed pretty quickly and you’re out of the house in 15 minutes.

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You arrived at Patri’s house a little later and walked inside. The rest of the team were there, balloons everywhere and most importantly a cake with 19 on it being brought over by Frido.

Everyone’s singing and your face heats up at all the attention, feeling warm because of the love you’re receiving at the current moment.

When the singing dies down the Swede whispers to you softly.

“Make a good wish kid, it’ll be great.” You nod blowing out the candles and get given a knife to cut down the middle. It’s a pretty plain cake, but if you’re going to be honest you always loved when cakes weren’t so detailed.

The rest of the evening went by in bliss, people apologising and overall having a great time. Yes, they might’ve forgotten. But, they knew their mistake and made this the best birthday you’d ever had.

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Finally wrote this.. I took too long to write it i’m sorry anon

can you tell what designer i like? (miss dior smells so good i feel rich when wearing it)

anyways i literally need to stop eating original kebab, like it’s so good and taking too much of my money PLEASE

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #woso fanfics #barca femeni #barcelona femeni #barcelona femeni x reader #barca femeni x reader

[goldsainz]

HIS LUCKY CHARM — one shot.

pairing: lando norris x reader

MASTERLIST.

summary: lando is disappointed you can’t make it to his home race, only to be surprised at the end.

request: “Hi! Could you write something about Lando and reader when she surprise him on race day. Lando is sad when she told can't do this on his home race bc something important with her work but after all she appears on Sunday on track. He is more than happy with that and archive good resolut be she is his lucky charm”

warnings: teeny tiny bit of angst, a probably not accurate depiction of the garage

NOTE: WHAT A RACE!! loved the lando+lewis podium, also oscar was great 🫶 anyway, to celebrate have this little thing, thank you sm for requesting bc this inspired me a lot (you kinda manifested the good result???) i added a shameless cameo in there, i just couldnt help myself! (the ending is rushed, ignore it😁)

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“I’m so sorry, Lando.” Is what you say to your boyfriend when you have to break the bad news to him.

“It’s okay.” His face breaks into a broken smile, with glossy eyes he holds your hands and brushes his thumbs up and down your palms.

“I’ll still tune in.” 

“I know.”

“I’ll be rooting for you.” 

“I know.”

You take your hands from his hold, and place them around his neck. You watch as his right posture lightly relaxes at your touch. 

“I don’t wanna miss it. You know I don’t.” 

You wish your job wasn’t as demanding as it was, that it didn’t make you fly to another country in the middle of your boyfriend’s home Grand Prix. But it does. And you’re not sure how to handle the emotional stress it inflicts on you both, and you sure hope it doesn’t affect him in a way that will mess up his race.

“And if I could make it, I would.” 

“It’s alright. It’s your job, I know it’s not your fault.” Even though Lando’s words seem reassuring, and he means them with his whole heart; you still feel guilty. 

With that, he stands up and makes his way to the kitchen of your shared apartment. You watch him leave, and with a heavy heart start to pack whatever stuff you need for your trip. It destroys you to see him sad so close to his home race, a time where he should be joyous, only worried about the car and nothing more. 

You’re not sure how you’re going to make it up to him, but you will.

Somehow.

You were being a little secretive, and you were sure Lando definitely noticed. 

Your boss and you had managed to come to an arrangement which allowed you to be present for the race. It would all be very tight in timing, but nothing that couldn’t be accomplished. It involved a lot of overworking the days before, but it was very much worth it.

You could already imagine the face Lando would make when he finally saw you. Whether he got a good result or not, there was no doubt you wanted to be there with him. 

It took a lot of care for you to arrive at the paddock almost incognito, with fans already speculating why you weren't at his home race. Thankfully no break-up rumours had surfaced, but there were a couple hurtful ones that made you want to be present even more. 

But you knew that no matter how much Lando acted like he was oblivious to what happened around him, his silly act was simply that; an act. You didn't like keeping secrets from him, it felt wrong to have to blatantly lie to him whilst everyone around him knew something he didn't. Still, it would all work out in the end.

Lando’s family had been so happy to see you in the paddock. His grandma (who adored you) hugged you as tightly as she could, quickly bidding you goodbye when you told her you had to go to the garage quickly to get prepared for the race. 

There was no doubt that the tingly feeling of nerves creeped up on you the moment you spotted all the engineers and people moving around, getting everything that needed to be set up wrapped up so the race could go smoothly. Zak was already at the pit wall, and Lando was sitting in his car ready for the formation lap to begin. 

At the garage you spotted Florence Pugh, who had a McLaren headset on. You had seen her on the paddock, but wasn't aware of the fact that she had come to the race invited by McLaren. You tried not to freak out, you saw celebrities almost everywhere when you came to races or went out with Lando. Still, the actress had a special place in your heart.

It took a little of hyping yourself up, and confidence to walk up to her, but you did. You would be sharing the garage for an hour and a half, the least you could do is socialise a little. 

“Hi! I’m Y/N.” You said to Florence watching her turn around with a smile on her face.

“Hello!” She says, greeting you like you were an old friend. “I’m Florence”

“You’re a McLaren fan?” 

“Honestly, I’m more of a Lewis fan.” She said with a laugh, keeping ehr voice just loud enough so you could hear her.

“I get that. I mean, who isn’t?” 

The conversation flowed for a little more until the race was about to start. You excused yourself and moved to an area closer to the screen, where you could watch Lando close-up. You loved being in the garage because of the different screens and the attention to their drivers, that allowed you to experience the race in different ways.

Your headset was adjusted and you were awaiting the moment where David Croft would say it’s lights out. Your knee was slightly bouncing, but you tried your best to contain the nerves. 

“It lights out and away we go!” Exclaims David Croft, his voice echoing through the garage.

You watch as Lando has a great start, and it takes about a second for him to take the lead. You hear the roar of the crowd before you can even react.

“Yes! Go Lando!” You scream, your voice doesn't make anyone flinch because everyone around you has the same reaction. It is a sight to behold, a moment you are more than grateful to see live. 

“I can’t believe it.” Someone next to you says, and you can't help but smile. 

It is no secret how badly the season started for McLaaren. You watched Lando’s smile waver more than once, his faith in the team never wavering, but still. He was rightfully let down by the performance of the adr,a dn you had to reassure him multiple times that it wasn't his fault. Because he was doing the best that he could with what he had. 

So now, seeing him get to this moment, is absolutely deserved.

A couple of laps go by and Max takes the lead for your boyfriend. There is disappointment in the atmosphere, but everyone knows that P2 is a miracle and that Lando is doing absolutely great work out there. They all know how great it would be to have him finish in that position, especially since Oscar is P3. 

Getting a podium in Silverstone would mean the world to Lando, Which is why you're worried about what will happen when they pit. Whatever strategy they choose will determine if Lando gets podium or not, and you will not pretend to really know what happens or how they come up with strategies, but you hope that they dont mess up his race because of wrong timing or choose the wrong tyres. 

As you watch his car race, you suddenly see on the screen that one of the Haas cars has come to a halt. A safety car is deployed, which means a couple of cars will choose to change tyres. The whole garage groans when Lewis’s car comes out in front of Oscar’s after he pits, now challenging Lando’s position.

It’s like you can’t breathe between those laps that Lando and Lewis battle for P2. Everyone is at the edge of their seats watching them race against the other, and you hope that this doesn't end up running both their races. The last thing anyone wants is for them to crash, because going from that position to a DNF would result in disappointment for everyone involved.

“Come on, Lando! Come on!” You scream, your palms intertwined in front of you as you watch him fight for his position. 

Thankfully, Lando manages to maintain his standing and leaves Lewis behind him for good. The hard compound tyres he was pitted for are giving him a tough time, you know that it is not ideal. Not when he could've lost his position, but with just 10 laps to go your faith in him is over the roof. 

You’re on twitter, refreshing your timeline to see if there is anything you missed. The fans are so enthusiastic, their comments make you smile. Even if there are people out there who don't like Lando, there are even more who love him and want nothing but the best for him. 

You watch as Florence is escorted out of the garage since she will be waving the flag. You watch her face light up in excitement, and in all her excitement she still waves at you. You don't waste a second in waving right back at her, turning your head right after to the screens.

The moment Lando crosses the finish line the McLaren garage erupts in cheers. You hug whoever is next to you, a teary smile pulling at your lips. You cannot help the tears that fall down your face, you usually don't get that emotional during a race, but this is his home race and he is on the podium. If there is any time to cry, this is it. 

You are almost running to the barriers, waiting for the moment that Lando steps out of his car and goes to celebrate with the team. You are wearing his merch, something that will surely stand out to him, enough that in his podium haze he will spot you. 

He goes up to the team, his helmet now long gone, and that is when he sees you.

You who told him you couldn't make it, are suddenly there. 

In a flash he moves in front of you. You cannot tell him anything because in an instant he is grabbing you, squeezing you so tight he lifts you up from the ground in excitement, you giggle right in his ear and he is sure that that is the most beautiful sound he will ever hear. He is careful not to take the barrier with him, not wanting a warning from the stewards.

After a couple seconds you pull back slightly enough to see his face. Your hands waste no time in grabbing his face and placing his lips right over  yours. Lando reacts almost immediately, melting right into the kiss, the adrenaline from the race still pumping through his veins. You can hear some cameras click, and the cheer from some people, but you ignore it.

You have to pull back eventually, not because you want to, but because there is so much to say and not enough time, not to forget the fact that he has yet to go to the podium.

“I cannot believe you’re here.” He whispers right over your lips, his sticky forehead pressed against yours.

“I couldn’t miss this.” You say, watching as his lips pull into a grin.

“I was pretty cool out there, wasn't I?” You snort at his words, separating from him but his hands never leave your waist.

“Oscar was really cool.” His grip on your waist tightens, “I haven’t properly congratulated him yet, actually.”

Someone from the team says something to him, you're sure they're telling him to wrap your conversation up because he has to go up to the podium. 

“You were great out there.” You tell him, your eyes holding all the sincerity in the world. You watch his gaze soften at your words, and he places a quick peck as he finally lets you out of his hold.

“Of course I was,” You shake your head at his smugness, “My lucky charm was here.”

You cannot help the tears that well up in your eyes at the softness of his words. You know that the celebrations and compliments are not over, but for now they are. You step back a little from the barrier, seeing as he is rushed to the podium and joins his fellow drivers on the steps. 

You smile up at him, watching as he grabs the champagne. He moves it around a little and then hits it against the ground, effectively bringing back the iconic champagne spike he does whenever he is on the podium. 

Lando sprays it everywhere, and you're almost sure a little hits you. Your theory is confirmed when he is smiling widely at you, like a kid caught doing something he should but isn't the least bit sorry. You laugh at his antics, which in turn makes him smile even wider (which you're not sure how it's even possible). 

When the champagne runs out, his gaze catches yours once more. You mouth an “I love you” to him, watching from afar as he blushes. A second after he returns the sentiment, mouthing it back and blowing you a kiss.

You thank your boss in your head for letting you be here with him, because if you hadn't been here with him you would've sure felt horrible for it. 

After all, Lando needs his lucky charm with him and you're more than happy to oblige to his wishes.

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[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna

Usual warning. This is not a review. It's just me needing to put what I'm feeling somewhere. I just finished watching so there's absolutely no critical thinking happening here.

TL;DR: WATCH THIS SHOW!!!

Well I finally finished all of Tsukutabe and to say my heart is full feels small somehow. My heart grew. I remember when I finished the second season of Kinou Nani Tabeta, I was so overwhelmed with emotions and honestly I was not expecting to be in that place again. I called it magic and I have to echo those same feelings here. Because this show it's magic. It's a gift that makes me feel thankful that I got to experience it. I really have a hard time writing about this because I'm feeling so many things so I'll try to split it in smaller bits so maybe it sounds a bit more coherent. No promises though.

Kasuga I have to start here because she's my favourite, in case it wasn't obvious by my choice of pfp. She's so cute. I fell in love with her almost immediately. I've talked about this before but to see a character eat the way she does on screen healed something in me. The way she looks at Nomoto made me melt multiple times and her smile completely shatters this cold heart of mine. The episodes around her family had me bawling [normally I would wish for her father to be run over or something, but that would only add misery to Kasuga's mother, so I just hope he dies first] but seeing her put herself first and release herself from those expectations was amazing. Her journey was incredible and it was great that she was able to open up to Nagumo and Nomoto. I have to congratulate Nishino Emi for her portrayal of Kasuga. Considering she's not an actor (she's a musician btw) and this is her only acting credit, I thought the way she embodied Kasuga was really good.

Nomoto I adore her. Her happiness was infectious and she made me smile so wide. Cooking for your loved ones is just such the most beautiful thing to me and she and Shiro are the standard and everyone else can take notes. She's more open than Kasuga so we have more of an insight to her and to watch her awakening was amazing. It reminded me a bit Sakuko [Koisenu Futari] in the beginning. Her facial expressions always gave her away and it was such a contrast to Kasuga's reserved demeanor.

THEM The Yin and Yang. They are so different on the surface but the way they come together and create a space for each other is just so beautiful to see. They are learning from each other through these two seasons and growing together and navigating the realities of their relationship and what it all means and how it makes them feel. I just love the happiness in Nomoto's eyes whenever Saguka is eating her food and the happiness and little smiles in Kasuga's face whenever Nomoto got really excited by a vegetable or a finished dish. They are perfect and will live happily ever after. Period.

Nagumo This girl has my whole heart. I said this before in the notes but every time she was on my screen I just wanted to give her a hug. She's fragile but resilient and although she was a bit shy at first, the way she shared her story with Kasuga and quickly became the person she went to for advice was so good. And to see her getting help, finding relief in a word and hope in the future made me cry so much. And when she took that bite it made my heart grow that very second. And just as a aside, the fact that the show chose to have her eat while the others didn't notice and after they did, they still didn't make it a big deal made me ugly cry. Because that's the magic part. That when I feel that a show knows what it's doing with its characters. And the moment at the end in the job thing when she said she wanted to do something that allowed to talk to people had me clapping like a proud mama.

Chiharu I love her. I love that Nomoto had someone by her side from the beginning that she could confide in and that was supportive. And that when she "messed up", like with the wedding talk, she was given space to reflect and understand and give her friend the space she needed to talk about it. Cause it's okay to not be all woke - god, I hate this word - all the time. As long as people are ready to listen to each other and learn from one another. Also always happy for the screw marriage discourse.

Yako The ace rep had me clapping at first of course. It's so rare anywhere in media so it always adds points no matter what. So obviously... I love her. She's such an amazing supporter. She's so kind and open. Her relationship with Nomoto was wonderful but she and Naguma gave me some of my favourite moments ever. Because being supportive sometimes is just being present, is asking questions, is just listening to understand and not judge. And to want those around you to grow. That moment where she realized what the move meant for Nagumo and asked her to go for a walk was so good.

THESE WOMEN. I love these women. All of them. How they come together for each other, and the kindness and understanding made me ugly cry on more than one occasion.

The Food This show really speaks to me in several ways and I know I spoke of this before but I keep coming back to food.

You eat too much or you don't eat enough. Or you don't eat it the right way. Or eat the right things. Food is just sustenance for some. Food is joy to others. Food is what makes some of us get up in the morning. Food is to eat alone or together. It means a lot of different things to different people. It's food. You eat yours and I eat mine. Can we just not pay so much attention to this? Now that I got that out. Japanese shows are the best at using food in their stories. And more often that not, it's a place of joy and healing. And the fact that this series showed that food can also be a source of trauma and something that makes you different, as well as a place where you can heal is so important to me. Because I can relate to both those things. The dining table has been a place where I felt wrong different but also a place where I found so much joy.

The Magic Much like Kinou Nani Tabeta this show is full of magic. It was made by people that needed to make it, to talk about things that mattered, from a place of empathy and love. I feel like I was meant to watch this show. The universe conspired to put it in front of me. I understand this sounds super corny, and honestly if anyone else said this words to me I would be rolling my eyes way back into my skull, so I get it. But it feels cosmic somehow. Also fun fact that helps the magic of it all. One of the characters and I share a last name. Me, little portuguese me, and a japanese character from this show. Can you imagine the odds? And no, I have no connection to Japan whatsoever, and my last name isn't even a very common one in either country. So really it has to be magic, right? Also, I have a small confession. GL's were never my favourite. I'm enjoying 23.5 a lot for example but I'm never in a rush to watch them. I have a bias against them that I never really examined, except that I find that I'm much more critical of them so I enjoyed them less. But this show, these women, just moved the needle a bit. There are important conversations here, not just from a queer standpoint but from a female perspective that really resonated with me, so I might need to readjust some things. Anyway, I have a lot of feelings but this is already long. I'll be thinking about this show a lot more, and there will be giffing for sure so I won't leave these characters any time soon. Also, did I mention?, I LOVE Kasuga. SHE IS EVERYTHING TO ME and one of my favourite characters of all time.

I already talked about the kindness in this show but I need to say it again. It's all about the kindness. These women. They are all so open and kind and because of that they are all better people and happier people. Maybe we can learn from them. If only we could be a little more kind to each other.

If you've made it to the end, thanks for reading💜. [A huge thanks to @furritsubs for giving us the opportunity to enjoy this masterpiece.]

#Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna #she loves to cook and she loves to eat #japanese gl #rose rambles

[eulasaurus]

My Astrology Observation ⁵

If you wan re-post, gimme the credits.

Asteroid Nessus(7066) conj. Ascendent are pure chaos.

Especially in their early years, they might have been very violent physically or mentally. Even Sexually in some cases . Many of those who have Nessus conjucts have been abusers,killers, etc.

But in come cases it is also seen as someone being sexually abused or abused in some manner or allowed themselves to be abused, this possibility exists more in the cases of women.

These women most likely had their self-esteem ruptured and programmed their brains to hate themselves.

Just so you know. Violent behaviours in kids are a result of the pain inflicted on them by adults or trauma caused by their growing environment.

Scorpio Mars and Capricorn Mars are good at business or are very business minded people.

Water moons just want to feel appreciated y'all, they do so much for their loved ones and if they can't do anything about it, they'll try to atleast make you feel better about the situation or they'll overthink about the feelings you must have. But if you constantly depreciate them , they'll cut you off or shut you out, they won't give a single crap whether you live or die. Also they hype you up out of no where like🤷🏻.

Venusian Suns are soo attractive dude. No i am Not joking. Taurus Suns have really hot bodies and Libra Suns might've really pretty faces. Most females have an hourglass shape and guys have good muscles and V shaped body. But you're rising plays a part too so be mindful of this one.

Virgo in the big three are either very short or very tall. Both genders.

Aries Suns are soooo Confident y'all but please guys keep your ego and arrogance in check. And don't go bullying others just cause it's fun. It is not. But otherwise y'all are pretty confident and intimidating people.

Moon-Mercury hard aspects, y'all are those emotions Vs. Logic people. Might be confused while choosing between brain and heart when Making a decision.

Virgo & Scorpio energy in anyone's chart🥲 nah I ain't messing with y'all. So analytical and obsessive. They be taking vengeance on someone who hurt them for years.

My brother has Scorpio Sun & Virgo moon and let.me.tell.you he made his first girlfriend want him back but he just never got back and he has this kill 'em with success kinda vibe. And bro do he has dirt on every person he meets.🤦🏽‍♀️

(16+)Also, my friend has Scorpio & Virgo stellium in his chart and he had a crush on my bestfriend for a long time but she didn't want to ruin their friendship even tho she had feelings for him, so she dated a bunch of annoying pricks and after her last break up they became FWB and even ended up having s** but they still ain't gon date. Mutual decision, and f***ed up.

Pluto/Scorpio in the 4th have bad family environment. It's just sad, one of their parents might be very insecure, parents might be divorced or their parents or family might've abandoned them somehow. Hug them y'all.

Venus in Pisces in 7th house don't rush into relationships.

Many guys or gals love you and want you but that doesn't mean you have to be in a relationship with them. If you really love them romantically then you would feel it's better to keep it in and not ruin the existing friendship until it's too late.

If you're in relationship with someone you met a month ago, you just like them platonically and think yourself into loving a version of them you made up in your mind.

These people lowkey have a hypnotising effect on people. People just get mesmerized by them. Opposite sex might love them while the same sex might hate y'all for hoarding all the attention.

Look at your dominant element. If you're water dominant, you'd be better of with Earth dominants and vice versa. If you're Fire Dominant you're better off with Air dominants. People usually only look at their Sun sign's Element and say astrology is fake if they don't jam with the elements compatible to their Sun sign's. Sweetheart, that's not how it works. Just look at your whole chart element.

Moon in harsh aspects with Uranus/Saturn/Mercury or Moon/Saturn/Pluto/Mars in 6th house can make someone very prone to anxiety & stress. (Personal experience talking here.)

#scorpio venus #aquarius rising #cancer moon #scorpio mars #astrology #libra jupiter #sagittarius #sagittarius mercury #scorpio sun #astrology community #astrology observations #astrology moodboard #astro tips #asteroid astrology #astro chart #astro notes #astrology notes #astrology tumblr #astrology blog #astro observations #astro thoughts #astro tumblr #astro community #astroblr #virgo #cancer #pisces #leo #capricorn rising #venus in scorpio

[kaguyass-houraisan]

do u have any huntake headcanons 😁😁

Sorry this is such a late response I had a very busy day and then had a beach day today so yayyyyy

Which actually got me to think about one thing I thought of and that's that Huntake would love beach dates like

- Beach Dates 🏖 🌊

I really take the greetings to heart and in one greeting Jake spoke about his dream date I believe ? (Correct me if I'm wrong) and how it was at the beach and I know they'd end up there on a date...

Like Hunter needs 84 pounds of sunscreen on him and I know Jake would gladly apply sunscreen on him, which probably makes me think Hunter would like to play beach games like volleyball with Jake, but probably has to be under the shade for a bit watching Jake run around and in Hunters head its all in slow motion to take in all the glory

I think of simple things, them on a blanket preferably a magenta one... eating sandwiches they packed with small laughs since there's definitely some sand in the sandwiches from all the shit they got up to... THE SUNSETS... WATCHING THE SUNSET W SMALL SMILES WHEN THEY TURN TO FACE EACH OTHER

- Jake is more cleanly 🧹🧺

What I mean is this:

I like to think Hunters a bit more messier... probably sleeps on an air mattress or a mattress with no bed frame and shirts lying around.. and I think Jake would tweak out if he saw a roach living there and need to clean everything somehow... there's only so much mess he can tolerate the mess, but it makes for cleaning days and excuses for Jake to come over often to see him

- Jobless Brokeass (me) Hunter, Employed Jake 👔📋

Hunter gives off employed, like he went to college w no job just vibes and I always hced as Jake coming from a family with a businessman father or something like that, a more stern family that doesn't tend to understand his emotions and paranoia, so I think Jake is more likely to pick up jobs to make money and to feel fulfilled in someway despite Miriam having the damn mil...

Things like Hunter getting bored of being at home and watching movies and he gets up and goes to wherever Jake works to bother him and ask about his day, sweet things that show to Jake that Hunter cares in his own way

But like also the thought of Jake doing professional only fans or mlm schemes appeals to me so Hunter is probably behind the camera recording and taking photos bc at the end of the day the money means Jake will buy Hunter a new album or plushie

But also ALSO I do like the idea of Jake in a corporate job and starting off as a secretary that sees way too much and is on the phone with Hunter a lot to someone working higher up later... I can forsee Jake in his office and Hunter coming in for his lunch break to eat with him

- (controversial) Big Spoon Jake, Little Spoon Hunter 🥄 💕

This might be controversial to some in our unruly society, but I don't think muscular or buff or taller = top... I really think Hunter would enjoy being snuggled and being treated sweetly and enjoy just. No arguing and no bickering... no problems... just the sweet, tender embrace of the person he loves... and I know Jake ass probably possessive asf and would provide that sweet, strong hug or cuddle to make Hunter feel at home with him... the love Jake can provide with his sweetness is not just verbal or mental, but can be physical. We've seen how sweet Jake can be in canon with Tom and I know he wouldn't leave Hunter feeling any worse

- (more in line w my hcs) Jake helps Hunter with fashion and sewing 🛍🪡

I have a hc of Hunter doing drag so naturally he'd need certain outfits made and I think he isn't rich soooo he probably complained about having no resources and in my eyes Jake probably has experience with sewing and is good at it OR he isn't that good but TRIES to learn more for Hunter... I really like the idea of Hunter wanting to perform something but thinking he can't due to having no outfit and at the last minute Jake surprises him with the custom outfit... you can't tell me Jake wouldn't be that mf dedicated to some shit... he's really intense as is

Like imagine him hand beading an outfit, purposely remeasuring Hunter often just to feel him again... like I know they'd end up having matching outfits at some point...

- Hunter loves to do karaoke 🎤 🎶

Why his ass always singing Lady Gaga songs in greetings. I know his ass wants to sing the entirety of Artpop and will 💯% make Jake watch him and sometimes participate in duets... this also ties into my drag hc thing because Jake getting to remake certain Gaga outfits for Hunter is real...

- SPORTS OR FUN DAYS 🥊🎳

Hunter is muscular SOMEHOW and Jake appears to be athletic in some way and his fit kind of suggests it unless he fucking robbed someone which I wouldn't put past him... anyways

Hunter getting Jake into new sports and activities !! Imagine them trying out things like frisbee or soccer, dates at parks avidly being an annoying gay couple... if they took on boxing I can imagine Jake getting too intense and accidentally clobbering him or the coach... one punch = k.o. type shit 😭 but them trying tennis too or some other crap and if they suck ass at it they say oh well and get some food...

E yeah I think that's all I can think of FOR NOW bc my mind is kinda empty but TRUST I thought of more before

I would've added a Miriam hc in here but I have a tough time deciding if she'd like Hunter or want him dead

#disventure camp #campamento desventura #disventure camp jake #disventure camp hunter #huntake #dc huntake #hunter x jake #ask #i have things to say i love gay people yupppppp

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

Infinity and More - S.R. (SMUT)

Summary: Happy with their little family, Spencer and Reader think that it might just be time to expand it.

CW: Emotional smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, insecurities, oral sex (F receiving) (18 plus content)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Wife Reader

Word Count: 6,200

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Infinity and More

Looking back, I’m still unsure of how it all started. Like I’m not sure how one or two choices led to all this imperfectly perfect mess. I love my perfectly imperfect mess, with the colorful toys littered around in the living room, the tiny sneakers that line the entryway wall, and the crayon marks that never seem to come off the walls. 

I adore the toys and the sneakers and the crayon markers because it all comes together into our perfectly imperfect life we’ve made. Pictures line the walls and the smiling faces of my children and husband beam down on me. I like to look at them, seeing how Spencer and I age ever so slightly through the years. While Spencer and I’ve only changed a little bit, new glasses and hairstyles, our children grow into adorable little people who are perfect combinations of us both. 

Nearly a decade and two children later, it would be safe to say that our family is complete. Maybe in a couple years the kids will beg for a dog and, of course, Spencer will join in on the begging. And, of course, I won’t be able to resist any of them. 

Spencer leans against the doorway of the kitchen, still looking handsomely sleepy. He watches me and I pretend to not know he’s standing there.

It’s a Saturday. Which means bringing Auggie to chess at the public library and making sure Florence has her gear ready for softball. It’s a small enough task and there’s a certain serenity in knowing that in a couple hours the chaos of our house will all be gone and all that will remain is the comforting quiet of silence. It’s something rare in the house and, as much as I adore my children, I know I’m going to savor the quiet. 

“The quiet before the storm,” Spencer says, as he walks over to the counter. I smile softly at him, enjoying the way that his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose. He’s lucky that he can look so effortlessly handsome this early in the morning. His white tee shirt is discolored with bleach and rumpled slightly, but somehow he makes it work, along with his pajama pants to sit dangerously low on his hips. 

“You look like you slept well,” I muse, reaching to grab a mug from a high shelf. Spencer reaches along with me, brushing his fingers against the back of my hand, slightly telling that he’s got it, “Thanks,” 

Spencer smiles back at me, setting the mug on the counter. He kisses my forehead quickly through a smile. “Of course,” 

“I thought you’d try to sleep in. You don’t have to take August to chess till noon,” 

“Well I woke up and you weren’t there,” Spencer says, taking the coffee pot and pouring me a mug, “And I missed you,” 

Laughing deliciously, drunk on the lack of sleep and Spencer’s kisses, “You missed me? We spent the whole night together,” 

Spencer nods sheepishly, ducking his head and twisting his body into a hug. I welcome it, eager to feel his body against my body. The steadiness of his heartbeat is soothing. There isn’t another body, besides my own, that I know better than Spencer’s. I know the way his heart skips beats when he gets nervous, the way his cheeks blush at my touches, and the way his eyes dart around my body when I’m close. 

“Hmm. It’s never enough with you,” Spencer says sweetly. He breathes in my scent, nose and breath tickling my neck. He, after all these years, makes my skin tingle with anticipation. 

The sweetest and tenderness of the moment, suddenly, is gone. The pair of steamy coffees are neglected on the counter. His hands are holding my face still as he looks at me like he wants to devour me. Spencer eyes are a mixture of light honey brown and a cool green. It’s my favorite color because it’s so effortlessly Spencer. Or maybe it’s my favorite color because it’s what love looks like to me. 

Spencer tastes like coffee. His skin is still warm from sleep and his hands find their rightful place on my waist. He grabs bunches of my shirt, his shirt actually, as he kisses me with more fervor. I start to feel something burn inside. Eagerness. Desire. Need. Love. All of it circles me, making me dizzy off the taste of his hazelnut coffee and vanilla creamer. 

“Mommy! Mommy! Daddy! Dad-” 

The little voices are heard before their even smaller bodies materialize. Dressed in mismatching pajamas, the kids bound into the kitchen full of glee. Spencer smiles into the kiss, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth. I scrunch my nose at the interruption, allowing myself to have a selfish moment to be annoyed at my children. 

“What are you doing to Mommy?” Florence says, walking towards Spencer and tugging on his shirt. She looks up at him, her eyes exact copies of her father’s eyes. They’re the same honey brown and the same cool green. 

“Kissing her,” Spencer says, brushing Florence’s hair from her forehead, “Good morning, Florrie,” he says, kissing the top of her head. 

“Why?” Auggie says, appearing, as always, on his sister’s heels, “It’s icky,” he says, making a face that causes him and Florence to burst into a fit of unstoppable giggles. 

“Because she’s so pretty,” Spencer says, winking at me and kissing my cheek. He effectively causes the children to roar with laughter. 

“So you kiss girls because they're pretty?” Auggie says, a curious wonder appearing on his face not unlike his father’s own countenance, “That’s really silly,” 

“Auggie,” I say, exhaling an exasperated sigh, “Baby, you don’t need to worry about kissing anyone for a really long time,” I tell him, ruffling his curly brown hair. 

“Okay that’s good,” he says, nodding his little head with worry, “Can Daddy make waffles?” he asks, looking up expectantly from me to Spencer with wide eyes. 

Florence chimes in with an eager “Please!” 

Spencer, whose cheeks are still a tinged pink from kissing, leans against the kitchen counter watching his family. It’s moments like these that make me grateful for all life’s thrown at us, even if it’s a little sappy. And, at this moment, I have a feeling Spencer’s thinking the same thing. 

“Of course,” Spencer says, “And maybe if you ask your mom really nice she’ll let you decorate them with whipped cream and sprinkles,” 

Over the resounding chorus of squeaky pleases and chants of Mom and Mommy, please, I look over at the kitchen table with Spencer, Florence, and August and think that there just might be enough room for one more. 

“A date weekend?” Spencer asks, nearly tripping over Florence’s science kit as he throws himself down on the couch, “At a hotel?” 

“Yeah,” I say, running my fingers through Spencer’s hair, “And what’s with all the questions? Don’t you want a date night with your wife?”

“Of course I do,” Spencer says, “It’s just been a long time since it’s been the two of us. We’re busy. And the kids are just getting busier,” 

“I know,” I say sympathetically, “Penelope said she’ll sleep over and you know it will be nice to do certain adult things that we can’t quite do when there’s two little people with the best hearing in the world the next room over,” 

“Oh,” Spencer says, burning his head into my lap, “Yeah, I mean. I’m not going to say not to that,” he says, turning his face to smile up at me. 

He’s really beautiful like this. His hair falls into his face like dominos. His nose scrunches up in an innocent sort of embarrassment that makes my heart soar. His wire-rimmed glass reflects the little reading light, making him look somehow both young and older at the same time. 

“And you know we do have enough bedrooms for another one,” I say, wincing protectively for Spencer to respond. When he doesn’t say anything for a moment and then another, and makes me wonder if I read everything all wrong. He left all these little hints. From him musing about how cute baby clothes look in the clothing store, to him sending me pictures of Auggie’s first birthday, to him talking to everyone and anyone about how great his kids are, I think, as the moments pass by, I read this so wrong. 

“You want another baby?” Spencer asks, an unreadable tone in his voice causing me to pause, “Reall?” he says, and the quiver in his voice tells me everything I need to know. 

“Yeah,” I say, loosening Spencer’s tie as he rests with his feet hanging over the arm of the couch and his head in my lap, “I mean, we make really cool kids. Look at Florrie, she’s so smart. She devours book after book. You know I caught her the other night using her alarm clock to read after lights out. I mean, she’s just a little sponge,” I continue, feeling pure love course through my veins as I talk about my wonderfully sweet and smart children.  

“Auggie’s all you,” Spencer says, playing with my hands. He laces my fingers in with his fingers, unable to not touch you, “And well, Florrie is all you too. But Auggie’s kind and caring and he’s an excellent chess player,” 

“Ha! So you admit it. I’m a better chess player than you!” 

I love it when Spencer laughs. It’s this sound that’s full of love and life and everything good and warm in this world. Laughter, with Spencer, is completely contagious. It’s impossible for me to maintain a straight face when he laughs. He’s always, ever since I've known him, had an uncanny ability to crack my facade. Maybe not crack, but melt. 

“Shhh, you’re being way too loud,” I hush him, letting him kiss in hands in protest, “I just put those mangy kids to sleep, don’t wake them up now,” 

“So no chance to wake them up for a hug and a quick story?” Spencer asks, peering up at me through his glasses. 

“Not at all. Because if they see you they’ll want three stories each with different voices. And then they’ll convince us to let them into our bed. They’re mangly little monsters, Spencer,” I say, hardly able to resist rolling my eyes at Spencer’s pout. 

“Yes, but they are our mangy little monsters that are actually really adorable. Especially when they sleep. You know how Auggie does that thing when he rubs his infant blanket between his fingers for comfort? Or how Florrie will try to steal your shirts because she says it’s like getting a constant hug from you?” 

I lean down so my lips reach Spencer’s forehead. Gently, I place a kiss on his forehead, chuckling lightly at the soft sigh that Spencer lets out. It’s a sound of complete comfort and trust. 

“We got pretty cute kids,” I remind him, reaching over and tugging off the lamp on the reading table, “Let’s get you to bed, old man. Before you fall asleep on my lap,” 

Spencer, groaning dramatically, slowly sits up next to me on the couch. He leans in, gently resting his hand on my jaw. His long fingers reach up to my ear and the base of his palm tickles my chin. I’ve always felt safe when he kissed me like this; hands cradling me like I’m something precious. 

“I’m not old,” Spencer says, grimacing as he tries to sit, “Well maybe I’m as limber as I used to be. But you certainly are, or at least we’ll see that over the weekend,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. 

“God, you’re such a dork,” I tease, standing up from the couch. I grab my books in one hand and with the other I help Spencer up from the couch. 

“Yeah, a dork that can make you come-” he starts a teasing sort of voice making my cheeks heat in the dark.

“Spencer!” I shriek, his laughter ringing through the living room as he follows me up the stairs, “You’re insatiable,” 

“Only for you, darling,” Spencer says, grabbing my hand as we walk up the stairs to the bedroom. His voice drops low as we walk by the bedrooms where sleeping children rest. 

“So we’re going to do this?” he asks, “Try for another?” 

I nod immediately, not having to have a moment of hesitation for a decision like this. Spencer flops onto the bed, already sprawled out, still in his work clothes. He grimaces when I flip on the switch, letting the bright light flood the dark room. 

“Yeah,” I say quietly, sliding into the spot next to him. I rest my head on his shoulder and kiss the spot in between his ear and neck, “I think the kids are old enough, but it won’t be too big of an age gap. And I’ll be able to take some time off work too,” 

“Maybe I’ll go to academia full time. You know, leave the BAU,” Spencer says, clearly thinking aloud. He must know what I’m going to say next because he answers my question before I can even ask, “I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. There’s a full time position available for a Chemistry professor on a tenure track at Mary Washington. Maybe I should take it?” 

“It would be really nice to have you at home before the kids go to sleep,” I say, kissing Spencer’s forehead, “But I know it will be hard to leave the BAU,” 

“I don’t know,” Spencer whispers. I can just picture the sad smile that must be on his face, “I’ll miss seeing the team. I’ll miss helping people that need it. But I won’t miss thinking I’m never going to see you every time I get on that plane. Or every time I put on a vest,” 

“Me too,” 

“So it’s settled,” Spencer says, “I’ll tell Emily tomorrow,” 

“It’s okay to be sad. It’s a really big chapter in your life that’s gonna close. It’s okay to be sad, baby,” I whisper into Spencer’s ear, kissing his soft skin with a whole lot of love and tenderness. 

“But I’ll be very happy to know that the only time you’ll be getting on planes is to go to family vacations and the only vests you wear are my horrible crocheted ones,” 

“I love your sweater vests,” Spencer says quietly, “And I think the BAU will prepare me for family vacations for three children,” 

“Getting ahead of yourself there, racer,” I tease, sitting up in bed. 

“Actually,” Spencer says, resting on his elbow, “I was going to say four or five, but I didn’t want to scare you off,” 

“Dork,” I tease, slipping off the bed and dropping my sweater to the ground. Spencer’s gaze dips to my bare arms and I swear that he gulps at the sight of me, “Well, I’m going to go shower. You know, if you’re interested and all,” 

Turning to the attached bathroom, I smile as I hear the bed creek and feel Spencer brush by me beating me to the bathroom.

“Woah. Now this is really nice,” Spencer says, running his fingers along the leather-bound copies of books in the small library, “I guess I was right in getting an AirBnB over a hotel room. It feels more like a home,” 

I nod, unzipping my backpack for the weekend. Spencer already finds himself in vacation mode, probably moments away from pulling out the nearest book and cracking it open. On the drive up, it was so quiet with just the two of us. But it was a good kind of quiet because silence with Spencer sometimes says more than the noise. 

“So, we have enough groceries with us to make dinner here tonight. Or can we order in?” I say, sitting on the arm of the chair that Spencer claimed. He wraps his arms around my waist, leaning his head against my chest and sighing deeply as I toy with his hair. 

“Hmm, whatever you want,” Spencer says, “Pizza, Thai, Indian. All three because, you know I get hungry after marathon sex. Especially marathon sex in the middle of a woods in a lonely cabin, without children in the next room or noise travelers,”

“Good idea, Spence. Neither of us are going to want to cook afterwards,” I tell him, a sudden shyness overcoming me, “Is it silly if I say that I’m a little nervous. It is silly, right?” 

“I get nervous whenever you walk into a room, Y/N,” Spencer confesses, “And it’s not because being close to you triggers my anxiety or whatever. Just being in the room with you makes me feel all these emotions all at once. It makes the hair on my arms stand up straight. It makes me feel like a teenager with a secret crush. It makes me feel fucking alive. And I love you, so if you’re nervous, that’s okay. We don’t have to do anything like that. We can just order in and watch movies that we’ve missed for the last 8 years,” 

“No, no,” I say, “I want to have sex tonight, Spencer. It’s just, sometimes I think I forget I’m not the same 22 year old that you fell in love with all those years ago. I’ve changed. I’m bigger than I used to be and I have new marks that weren’t always there. I’m different, and I’m not sure if it’s a good different,” 

Spencer doesn’t say anything for a moment, letting the words sink in and giving it time to settle.  

“It’s the best kind of different there is,”

“Yeah. You’re just saying that because you have to,” I mumble, bringing my hands to cover my eyes to brush away the hot tears that fall down my cheeks, “You’re my husband. So-” 

“So I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the room. In every room. In all the rooms. And yeah, you’ve changed in fifteen years. I’ve changed in fifteen years. God, you know that more than anyone, sweetheart,” 

“Yeah and you’ve only gotten more and more handsome, Spencer. It’s actually a little ridiculous,” I tease, wanting to make light of the conversation that seems to be getting more and more intense. 

“And think about how I feel about you,” Spencer whispers, dragging me from the arm of the chair to share the seat with him, “And you being the most beautiful, stunning woman in the world is least interesting thing about you,” 

“You really know how to sweet talk a girl,” I say, leaning in so my lips brush against his when I talk, “And all this talk about how I’m so pretty and whatever, is making me want to fuck you. Right now,” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Spencer replies, a mischievous glint in his eyes and wandering hands making me yelp with glee as he follows me into the bedroom.

There’s a full length mirror in the bedroom. When I walk in, I can see Spencer standing behind me. He walks up towards me, hooking his arms with my arms. His chin rests comfortably on my shoulder and his hair tickles my chin. I’m not sure how long he stands there, staring at me and at him the full length mirror with a brass perimeter, but it’s seconds I know I’m never going to forget. 

“Spence,” I whisper, looking at his eyes through the mirror. It’s still early evening, have the entire night and rest of the weekend to spend together, “You look so pretty like that,” 

“Like what,” he says, starting to kiss down my neck. He sheds the light jacket I wore, tossing it somewhere over on the floor. His continued kisses, bound to leave marks by tomorrow, threaten to melt my mind. And I just might let him. 

“Like I’m the only woman in the world,” I groan, wanting to grab his face and deepen the kisses he places all over my skin. 

“Hmm, you are,” Spencer says, turning to face me, “You are the only one to me. The only one by miles,” 

Spencer, like always, brings his hands to cover my chin, holding me close as he closes to distance. Kissing Spencer is like kissing him for the second time. Not the first time. The first time is filled with nerves and sweaty palms. But the second time, the second time is when the magic happens. Because when you kiss for the second time, you already know what to expect. You already know the little whimpers of need and whines of pleasure that the other person will make. The second kiss means you know that to expect, but it also means you’re starved for more. 

I could ask him how many second kisses he’s had with me. Thousands, perhaps? Spencer would be able to figure it out. He must have realized that my mind is turning, but he pulls back. The sudden lack of his warmth is jarring. 

“What are you thinking about, love?'” he asks, still working his mouth across my neck. He moves slowly and languidly, clearly taking his time because he can. I can feel his teeth nip at my pulse point, making my heart skip beats. 

“How many times we’ve kissed,” I say, my voice coming out in an exasperated sort of sound that’s borderline desperate. 

“Oh,” Spencer says as he runs his hands underneath my shirt, “That’s simple, we average around 8 or 9 kisses a day. That’s 3,285 kisses a year, and given we’ve been together for nearly 15 years, I’d estimate that we’ve kissed 45,990 times,” 

“God, only you can make math sound so fucking sexy,” I mumble into the kiss, the words making my teeth clash against Spencer’s teeth in a way that’s not entirely awful. The noise that makes is halfway in between a chuckle and whimper, but whatever it is, it’s making my knees wobble. 

“Bed,” Spencer whispers firmly, “Now,” he says, the need and desire in his voice not going unnoticed. 

I nod, not dropping his hand as I lie on my back. The pillows cradle my head as I watch Spencer shed his sweater vest. It’s Wisteria Purple, a favorite color of mine on him and probably a creation of my own. As he takes his sweater vest off, his button up and undershirt come undone from his pants. I can see a sliver of his skin and can hardly contain myself as Spencer starts undoing the rest of his shirt. 

“Let me,” I say, beckoning him forward with my pointer finger. He listens and I can’t help but add a, “Good boy,” that makes his cheeks tint with embarrassment. 

With my legs spread on the bed and Spencer situated in between them, I take a moment to look at him. His face is still his face, but with fifteen more years worth of wrinkles and scraps. I happen to like the wrinkles; thinking that they give him more charm and this dashingly sexy professor thing. 

I unbutton the rest of his shirt, letting it hang open with his sleeves rolled up. I lean down, kissing Spencer for who knows what time this weekend. I’m sure by the end of it, both of my lips numb from it. 

“How,” Spencer starts, grabbing my hand, the one with my wedding ring, and kissing it, “did,” kiss, “I,” kiss, “get,” kiss, “so,” kiss, “lucky,”

Each kiss fills me with this warmth from the bottom of my toes to each individual strand of hair on my head. It’s like I’m floating in the air, high above the trees. God, if I’m the only woman in the world then Spencer’s certainly the only man. 

“I should be the one asking that,” I say, brushing my fingers across his face, “I always knew I was gonna marry you. When I first met you, I knew it. Immediately,” I reveal. 

“I was so young back then,” Spencer says, “I didn’t know the first thing about girls or love or being a husband,”

“You were always a very quick learner,” I quip, “About being a good boyfriend and buying me books and other things,” I add, raising my eyebrows suggestively.

Not needing another que, Spencer brings his hands to the waistband of my pants. He looks at me, expecting another sign of affirmation to continue.

“Please,” I say, “God, it’s been so long,”

Spencer laughs. It’s that loud, bellowing sort of laugh that reminds me of how alive I am, “We did this just last week. Yeah, it was quick and in the shower, but-” 

“Shh,” I say, pushing my finger against his perfectly pink lips, “It’s far too long for a woman who has a husband that talks a mile a minute and has a incredibly talented tongue,” 

Spencer winks before he pulls down my jeans and tosses them on the floor. While he does that I shed my shirt, throwing it down with the other discarded clothing items. Spencer rests on his elbows and starts to kiss the inside of my thighs, already making me squirm at his affections. 

“Spence,” I say, grabbing a fistful of his hair, “No teasing,”

His breath is hot against the sensitive skin of my thighs. I can feel his unsteadiness against my body and I want nothing more than to cradle him into my arms. His fingers, deft and nimble, tease me against the fabric of my underwear. He’s so completely in tune to my body at this point and knows exactly what makes me tick. Eventually, he relents, taking off my underwear, but not before kissing me tenderly. 

Spencer peppers kissing along my thighs, spreading my legs even further apart. He leaves me completely exposed and I can feel the tiniest bit of stubble on his cheeks against my thighs. Spencer pears at me, his glasses reflecting the low light in the bedroom, smiling. He drags his tongue up my center, effectively making me shudder. 

“God, you are so fucking beautiful,” Spencer curses, the uncharacteristic language making me want him more, “And all for me,” 

Unable to even form words at this point, Spencer darts his tongue around my clit making a sucking sort of motion that threatens to upend me. His strong hands grip my thighs, holding me completely still and totally at his mercy. 

There’s no way, but with his talented tongue circling my clit, that I’d rather be. I buck my hips, desperate for more friction, more tension, more anything, against his face. Spencer grids against the bed, also desperate for more. He groans into my thighs before he looks up, chin slick and licking his lips eagerly. 

“No, God, please! Spencer,” I groan, nearly teetering over the edge as Spencer removes his fingers and tongue. 

“If you come,” Spencer says, a certain darkness coming across his eyes, “It’s going to be on my cock,” 

I can feel him pressed up against me. I’m desperate for the weight of him to rest on top of me, to consume me, devour me. It’s like a part of me at this point. We’ve always found ourselves to be inseparable, but now we’re simply one. All I can manage is a slight nod as I undo my bra. Spencer’s hands cling to my chest, massaging me and leaving kisses against my unkissed skin. 

Spencer’s kisses lead up to my neck, my chin and jaw, and my lips. He’s full of fire and passion. I know it’s impossible, but Spencer’s kisses melt my lips. I’d let him ruin me, millions of times, as long as he would be the one to put me together again. He breaks the kiss, standing up to shimmy out of his pants. 

My gaze traces over the curve of his lips, the slant of his nose, the little collection of scars that adorn his body. All of it adds up to him. All of it adds up to my perfect Spencer. I sit up in the bed, tracing my fingers around all his marks that make him up. I kiss along the surgical scar where he was shot, the first time I thought he was going to die. I remember how young and naive I was back then, we both were. 

He must know I’m thinking about this because his hands snake up to my jaw, gently, yet firmly making me look at him. Spencer’s hair covers his ears, falling in brown curls by his forehead. His glasses are a little askew, probably from moments before, but nonetheless he looks devastatingly beautiful. 

“It’s been a pleasure growing up with you,” I whisper, kissing his stomach gently. His thumb brushes my cheekbone, a lipless kiss. 

“And it will be a pleasure to grow old with you,” he says, leaning down to kiss me yet again, “I love you so much. More than you’ll ever know. More than anyone will ever love anyone,” 

It’s impossible to top that, yet I have to try. Because as much as Spencer loves me, he deserves to be loved equally as much. 

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I tell him, “You’re the best thing that’s ever been mine,” I continue, ready to drag him headfirst fearlessly. 

“God,” Spencer whispers, “I’m dying for you to fuck me now,” he continues, guiding you down on your back as he kisses fervently against your chest and neck. 

“Please, Spencer. I need you to touch me,” I whine into the kiss. My teeth nip at his bottom lip, tugging at it as we separate from the kiss. His wandering hands are rough against my body, making me yearn more for his touch. His kisses, lazy and long, threaten to go on forever. And, if you were to ask me, I would just let him kiss me like this forever. 

Spencer sneaks his hands down to my clit, fervently rubbing circles, making me dizzy and delirious off him. I never want this to stop, I want to live it forever and ever, playing it on repeat. 

“Do you like that, Y/N?” Spencer asks, a taunting, teasing sort of voice making me burn with need for him, “I think you do, sweetheart,” 

“Yes, yes,” I chant, knowing that words will do nothing but fail me at his point, “Spencer, please. I fucking need you,” 

I reach down in between where I two bodies meet, stroking his erection. Spencer whines into my shoulder, pressing kisses and the gentlest of bites against my skin. His whimpers are delicious in my ear, making me proud to still be able to make him crumble with the lightest of touches. 

“Fuck me,” Spencer says, pleading into my skin, “Please,” he begs, adjusting his legs so I can sit in his lap. He lines himself up with me, letting me sink down on his erection, “Oh, fucking hell,” he whines into another kiss. 

“You feel so good, so good, baby,” I praise, the words punctuated by the thrusting of his hips to my center, “You want to fill me up, hmm?” 

“Yes,” Spencer cries out, clinging himself closer and closer to my body. His arm wraps around my torso, our sweaty bodies meeting as one, “So, so bad,” 

“Yeah,” I coo, squeezing my eyes shut as Spencer’s fingers stimulate my clit in rapid, sloppy circles, “Yeah, you want me to make you a daddy again?” 

“Y/N,” Spencer whines, unable to thrust into me. I bounce myself on his erection without mercy, watching as his normally put together exterior falters at my doing, “Please, let me fill you up. Let me, please. Let me get you pregnant, Y/N. I want it, I need it,” 

“Do it. Do it, Spencer,” I tell him, bracing my hands against his shoulders. As if spurred on by the very thought of it all, Spencer leans forward, pushing me down on my back. He hooks my legs around his shoulders, opening me up more to him. 

“Oh, God,” I cry out at the new sensation, “You feel…you feel so deep,”

Panting, I look at him with wonder. His hair is a complete wreck and his glasses rest against his nose, but he’s never looked more beautiful than he does now. Maybe it’s the emotions of it all, or maybe it’s something else. 

“Yeah, that’s right, sweetheart,” he chokes out, his words short and clipping, a testament to his yielding disposition, “You’re dripping for me, my love. All for me. This pussy is all for me,” 

I grip his hair, guiding him to my mouth for another kiss. He relents, kissing me deeply and passionately. It’s sloppy and uncoordinated, but I love it.

I love him. 

“I need it, I need it, Spencer,” I call out, my approaching climax making me delirious off him, “I’m going to come, Spencer. Please, I need it,” 

“That’s it,” Spencer coos, a certain softness in his voice making me want him to devour me completely. I want his body to be on top of me forever. I want to feel the weight of him on me as I sleep. I want the scent of him on me as I breathe. I want him, no, I need him in every sense of the word, “That’s it, sweetheart,” 

His words, soft, yet strong, guide me to climax. I never believed it, but I could feel it in my bones. I could feel the way I twist and writhe under Spencer and the way he stiffens against me. 

“Spencer, please,” I cry out, “I love you. God, I fucking love you,” 

“That’s it. So good, so good for me,” he praises, brushing the sweaty hair from my face affectionately. He kisses my forehead, “God, I can’t wait to see you carrying my child. So beautiful, so fucking beautiful,” he says, the crudeness of his curses softened by the sweetness of the sentiment. And then it’s dirtied, filthied, but the way he moans into my lips. 

“Please, Spencer. Please fill me up. Tell everyone who I belong to,” I cry out, clawing at his back, desperate for him to finish inside of me. 

“So spoiled,” Spencer tuts against my skin, “What a spoiled girl, always getting me to come inside of you. Getting you nice and pregnant with my babies,” 

“Yes, yes,” I cry, as Spencer’s sloppy thrusts grow more and more uncoordinated, “Come for me, please? Come inside of me, Spencer,” 

Spencer’s frantic thrusts slow as he comes undone. He looks beautiful when he finishes, deep inside me. There’s sweat on his brow and his hair is even more wild and unruly. He’s untamed, but tamed only for me. Gently, he lets my legs down with a grimace. He flops down next to me, kissing me with his hands tenderly holding me in place by my jaw. 

“You’re the best thing that’s ever been mine, Y/N,” Spencer whispers, breaking the kiss ever so slightly. His lips still brush against mine, like butterfly kisses that take flight.

“How do you get more and more beautiful, Spencer?” I whisper, taking his glasses off so he can rest against the pillow. 

“That’s the hormones talking,” Spencer replies, “All those endorphins and oxytocin,” he starts, looking skeptically as I shake my head. 

“Nope,” I say, sitting up on my elbow, “You’re just beautiful. I don’t need any hormones to know that,” 

“That was,” he trails off, choosing to ignore my comments, even now compliments are a hard thing for Spencer Reid to accept, “That was very good,” 

“Yes, it was,” I agree with an unabashedly proud smile on my face, “You know we might just need to pick up a pregnancy test on the way home if we continue at the rate we’re going,” I tease, scooting into Spencer’s embrace, “Lemme get cleaned up first though. And dinner, God, I’m starving,” 

“If you’re planning on going again,” Spencer starts, grimacing as he sits up, “I’m going to need some Acetaminophen,” 

I laugh, sitting up and kissing Spencer’s forehead, “Okay, old man. I’m going to get cleaned up and let’s see if you can figure out how to place an online order,” 

Spencer brushes a piece of my hair behind my ear, tucking it in and out of my face. He smiles, softly as he drinks me in. I think to myself that there’s no one else I’d rather be drunk on, but him. There’s a uncertainty that washes over me, it’s not bad, but hopeful. And maybe, I’ll decide to embrace it, along with my perfectly imperfect life. A perfectly imperfect life made even more perfect by the man that sits to my right. 

I sigh, thinking about the way Spencer’s hands on my body never fail to make me feel beautiful and desired, “Hey, Spence. How many kisses do we have now?” I ask. 

“Well,” he says, turning his head to the side with an air of cockiness, “I’d venture to say we’re north of 46,041,” 

“Good,” I say, kissing him yet again, “We just made it, 46,042,” 

“And it will never be enough,” Spencer says, “46,043, because,” another kiss, “46,044, infinity isn’t enough with you,” 

Kissing him again, I hover over his mouth, our bodies pressed up against each other, “46,045,” 

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Sana X M Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

WC: 4,306

Chapter 7: How Much is Too Much?

A/N: This chapter took way too long to make. Pure story so if you're here for the smuts, this is not for you. Anyways, hope it's worth the wait.

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Sana just stood there, bare naked. The strands of her orange hair fall perfectly. It should have been a sight to behold, except you knew right away something was not right. Her face gave it all away. Hiding her fear was just not her strong suit. It was full of worries, of woes and misgivings. You know her well enough. She didn't even said a word the entire call, as if the words from the other end of the line tied her tongue. Her eyes found yours as the call ended, desperately looking for comfort. You hoped and prayed she'll find it in you.

"What's wrong baby?" You watched your tone to sound reassuring, not wanting to add to her worries.

You immediately fetched the nearest shirt and helped her wear the article of clothing. Sana was a mess but nothing could ever lessen her beauty no matter what state she's in. However, it was not the time for that. She needs you and you wrapped your arms around her after you found something to dress yourself. Then you waited for her to gather her thoughts, waited for her to answer your question.

"I'm scared (YN)!"

"Is your father coming here?"

"How did you know?" Her eyes reflected her shock at the knowledge you had.

"I immediately suspected right after I heard the news of your family's hospital making connections to the SNUH. The timing was just impeccable. I had the chance to look at some paperwork and I knew that the whole making connection thing was mostly your father's idea. Right then, I could not disregard the fact that there's an ulterior motive at play. I guess I was not mistaken."

You picked up the habit of fixing up strands of her hair and tucked them behind her ears. You tried to mask your emotions by keeping calm and collected, deep inside you're afraid as well. The last thing you want to happen is being forcefully separated from each other. It was an idea you don't even dare think about.

"It's not even a month yet since we got together and this is already happening." It was clear that she was really concerned about the whole thing.

"Nothing has happened yet. There's no need to worry." You kissed her forehead hoping it will help her somehow.

"You don't know my father, he'll do everything he can to get what he wants." Her hug became tighter and you let her. It's obvious she was looking for more comfort, and you know to yourself you'll not make it through the conversation without it. You too badly need it

"So am I."

You somehow took pride in your witty response, wishing she would get the sense of it and offer her a bit of amusement. However, a long pause followed. For a couple of minutes you both stood there wrapped around each other. Your attempts to make her rest easy have been proven futile thus far. It seems she really feared her father causing all the trepidation that gripped her. Once again, you're reminded how much this orange haired woman in your embrace affects your feelings. You just could not stand to see her lose her smile and playfulness.

"I know I'll have a chance to talk to your father once he visits the hospital. I'll try to make him understand. Please stop worrying. I don't like to see you like this."

"I highly doubt he'll see some sense out of it. I- I just don't want to be away from you." Tears were now falling from her beautiful eyes. Each drop took a bit of life from you, like the air was slowly sucked out of your lungs.

It was the first time you've seen her cry. Ever since you've met Sana, she is this resilient smiling lady. Klutzy and slow at times but cheerful, beautiful and strong at her best. You are completely caught off guard with the whole situation. It's one thing to console and be strong with your sister but it was a completely different circumstance with your girlfriend. It's new to you, the feeling of being clueless. You've always exuded confidence in all that you do, you always know what to do. Right now unfortunately, you're just out of ideas.

Settling to the best thing you can ever think of, you put your face close to hers. Foreheads and noses gently against each other. You decided to be truthful.

"To be honest, this may be the first time I have no idea what to do to put a smile back on your lips."

In a twist of fate, you hear her chuckle. It may be subtle but it was clear, and your heart breathed. Maybe the lesson there was just to be honest and good things happen.

"I guess there's also a limit on that brain of yours." She said it in a teasing manner. At the very least she's trying to be cheerful, of which you found console and relief.

"I realize now that there is."

"Promise me, we will face all challenges together. Can you promise that?" Sana's eyes are full of emotions, her trying to be strong despite the obvious vulnerability. You admire her more, you love her more because of it.

"Together baby."

And you sealed it off with a kiss with hopes in your hearts that everything will be fine.

--

It was yet another busy day at the hospital, you have just successfully completed a very early operation and were preparing for another, your girlfriend was also busy with all the paperwork that came with it. But you two are not complaining, the work was taking your heads off your worries of the looming things on the horizon. Neither of you brought it up again, you've decided to face all that when it happens.

You reached out for your phone as it rang for a call, you could not help but smile at the sight of the caller ID. 

"Oppa! Do you have time tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? I could make time for you. What's up?"

You saw your girlfriend look at you with her inquisitive face. Her eyebrows raised, jealous perhaps. The caller let you know her plan, filled you in with the details.

"I'm not really sure about all this but yeah sure, I'll see you tomorrow."

You hung up and fixed your things to head out to the next operation in your schedule, purposely ignoring the looks Sana was giving you. You had quite the appetite of teasing your girlfriend. It is childish true, but seeing Sana acting all pouty and jealous was too cute of a scene to not indulge yourself in from time to time. Nevertheless, you always know your limits. You stopped at the front of her desk, she was equally ignoring you now. Sana always knew that you could not stand it for long, that she would eventually win in the end. And you think that was one of the things that works with the two of you, she never holds back to let you know how she feels. Needless to say, you are head over heels for her.

“We’re going to an amusement park tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? I thought you already had plans.” She answered while keeping her eyes on her computer screen, looking all grumpy.

“Tzuyu wants me to accompany her tomorrow. For some reason she wants to meet her father in an amusement park.”

Sana finally looked up at you wearing her signature straight lip pout and pronounced cheeks. It could be relief for being jealous over nothing, or it could be disappointment for exactly the same reason. You could not discern which one it was.

“Has it ever crossed your mind that it is supposed to be a family thing? If I am not mistaken it will be the first time Tzuyu will meet your father. And yes (YN), your father. You talk about him like he is not.” She crossed her arms while giving you a quick scolding. She has a point though. “I don’t want to be a hindrance of some sort to your family reunion. That’s just what I’m trying to say.”

“I’m thinking that I’ll only be a third wheel tomorrow, a chaperone to best describe it. I could for sure use some company.” It was your turn to act all endearing, only Sana would know if you’re doing a convincing job. A couple of months back, you would scoff at the very idea. However, love can make you do all sorts of things you don’t normally do.

“I have work tomorrow Doc.” She shrugged off your invitation.

“You’re working for me and I’m telling you to come. You're making it look like you don’t want to be with me. So if you can’t go as my girlfriend, go as my secretary.” You used the boss card on her.

She was laughing at your sudden outburst. You could not describe what you felt at that very moment. Is your ego hurt for being laughed at? Or does your heart ache for the rejection you coldly received?

“I’ll be heading out, the operation will not start without me.”

Out of the blue, she hugged you from the back.

“Ya-, of course I would like to be with you. I’m sorry. I pushed too far, haven’t I?”

“Maybe.” You paused for a bit. “Or maybe I just overreacted.” You turned around to face her. You realized there was legit concern drawn on her face, your heart melted right away. Unknowing to you, your lips formed a smile. Sana immediately returns a smile of her own.

���Now I grasped the idea of what it feels to be teased. I’m sorry baby!”

“It’s a boring relationship without a little of that, you know. Now go, you're late already. Dahyun and Jihyo will think I’m a bad influence on you.”

“I’m not operating, I’m not sure if you remember. I’m just going to oversee the whole thing so they won’t be there. Except for Doctor Park.” 

“Oh yeah I forgot about that, but all the more that you should not be late. Shoo!” Sana kissed you on the cheek.

“You don't need to worry about that. But yes, I should go.” You left a quick kiss on her lips and told her you love her, finally leaving for the operating room.

Sana –

"Sang Hun-ah, will Nayeon visit you again here? I would like my album to be signed." Dahyun was holding the album that is titled Im Nayeon.

"I don't know. That woman is busy. We rarely see each other ever since her career took off." Im Sang  Hun replied. "I'll take your album if you want, have it signed when she visits the house."

It was clear to Sana that the resident doctor is crushing hard on Dahyun.

"The last time she's here was the same day Doc (YN) started working. Your sister was obviously attracted to him when she saw him." Jihyo interjected during the conversation.

"Yeah, I was the one who got embarrassed by how flirty she was to Doc (YN)."

“I can’t blame her though.That’s a compliment Sana-unnie.” Dahyun immediately gave a huge smile to the Japanese. Sang Hun’s frown was noticeable.

Sana was intrigued. As it stands, she was in the hospital's cafeteria with Jihyo, Dahyun and Sang Hun as they often do in their idle times. Office gossip was inevitable or maybe it was the reason to gather in the first place.

"Too bad though, our Japanese friend here took Doc (YN) for herself." Jihyo looked at Sana with teasing eyes. Your girlfriend stuck out her tongue as a response.

"Speaking of Japanese, do you have more news about them and what they are doing in the hospital Sana-unnie? I heard Doc (YN) was always invited to the meetings."

Sana froze upon hearing Dahyun's question. The details of the whole thing is not yet public knowledge around the hospital and she got information about it. So it was normal to ask her. However, as expected, it was not the reason why she was shocked. Unbeknownst to everyone in the group, it was her family’s hospital. What’s more, there is a very big chance she was the reason for all of it. All of them are now wearing puzzled expressions, each of them could not fathom anything wrong about the question.

“Are you okay Sana-ya?” It was Jihyo that broke the silence.

Jihyo’s voice was like cold water poured directly on her face. It was more than enough to snap her trance.

“I- uh, I have something to tell you guys, I want you to promise me that it will stay with us. Please.” Sana pleaded her heart out.

“Of course Unnie.”

“Well, the- I don’t know where to start, the Japanese people that came here are from our- ah! our family’s hospital.”

“Your what? Family hospital?” Jihyo could not control her voice and she was loud as she stood. Sang Hun promptly grabbed her wrist, tried to pull her to sit back down. Jihyo then realized what happened. “I’m sorry I got really shocked. Care to elaborate Sana?”

“I mean, my family is one of the owners of one of the hospitals in Japan, I am not sure if you’re familiar with it.” All was ears again to what Sana said.

“No way! Wow! I just realized it. You’re a Minatozaki.” Sang Hun’s mouth was still agape in shock or amazement. Both Jihyo and Dahyun have confused faces. "You two have no idea, don't you?"

"Spill it out, know-it-all." Park Jihyo has this imposing aura which Sana found really cool. She has this admiration for women that embodies authority.

"Well what I mean is that when she was introduced to us, I found her last name to be quite familiar but I couldn't put my finger on what it was. There are three families owning this very prestigious hospital, one of them is the Minatozakis. We're seeing one in the flesh right now." Im Sang Hun finished with pride in himself, knowing something the other two didn't.

"Then what are you doing here Unnie working as a secretary?" Dahyun's curiosity was at its maximum. Everyone's eyes are attentive towards Sana.

"Because I ran away from home." She looked away from everyone, Sana hoped no one noticed the pain in her eyes. The struggles she experienced ever since she fled, the tears, the blood, and the sweat all flashed in her mind. The reason why she left, her father, everything. Sana realized she hasn't come to terms with all of it. Of course it was impossible to hide away, everyone did notice.

"I don't want to press you with the reason why you left home, it will be too much to ask. But I don't see why your hospital will go to great lengths just to try and get you back, they could have just settled it personally."

Sana could not find the words to answer Jihyo's question, if it was a question to begin with. Her mind in fact again was long gone from the conversation. The thoughts overwhelmed her, completely taking over.

“It’s because her father needs leverage. Let’s leave it at that.” It was you who replied, causing everyone except your girlfriend to stand up and bow to say hello. You took a seat next to the orange haired woman you love. Sana was relieved and at peace when she felt your warmth next to her, she quickly returned the smile you gave her. Dahyun's suppressed squeal can be heard as she slapped Sang Hun’s shoulders.

“Is the operation finished, Doc?”

“No, not yet but it’s going well. Your fiance got it all covered so I left.”

Jihyo smiled at your words, Sana was sure she was proud of her man. She then looked at you and somehow realized she got one for herself as well, smart and dependable. She admitted to herself that you’re too good looking to stare at to not want to give you a kiss. Sana looked away in shame but with a smile, it appears that no matter how chaotic her world became, there’s you to hold and keep her sane.

“I interrupted a serious conversation, didn’t I? I assume my girlfriend here filled you in with the details.”

“Enough to get a grasp of the situation Doc, we don’t want to pry Sana-unnie with all the finer things that are unnecessary.”

“Thanks Dahyun-ah. I appreciate that.”

“Do you still have stuff to do? I want to get out of the hospital. Let’s eat something good, on me.” There was a celebratory noise from everyone except Sana.

“I need to be home by 7 o’clock. My father wants to talk to me.” Sana was afraid and there was no hiding it. “But please carry on without me, all of your faces light up when you hear Doc’s sentence. Please don’t let me be a reason to not push through.”

“Do you want me to accompany you while you talk to him?” You asked her and Sana shook her head.

“Can you drive me home though? I need all the courage I can get on the way.” She reached out to hold your hand.

“Well, I have to take her home first. Then we’ll eat when I get back. Sounds good?” Everyone nodded in response.

“All will be well, Sana-unnie.” Dahyun rushed to hug Sana. Sana looked around to see the reassuring smiles the others gave. All will be well, she reiterated in her mind.

--

Sana pulled her coat tighter as the cold evening breeze blew. She was waiting for her father outside in a mix of both nerves and anticipation. She could not deny that she wants to see him, he’s her father after all. On the other hand she was nervous, fearful even of what her father might do. Sana didn’t have to wait long, a car appeared in sight and pulled over right in front of her. She took a huge gulp, it was much more unnerving than she imagined. Next thing she knew, a very familiar man stepped outside the car.

“Come on, give your father a hug.” Mr. Minatozaki spread his arms, inviting Sana to an embrace.

She hesitated for a bit but ultimately could not resist, she ran towards her father's arms and wrapped herself within.

"It must have been a hard time for you, but I'm glad to finally see you again. Let's go home, shall we?" Her father gently strokes her orange hair. "Your mother is waiting for you too."

“I like it here Dad. It finally feels like I can stand up on my own.”

“I don’t doubt that you can manage on your own, you’re my daughter. However no one asked you to go through all of this. I want you back in Japan to live the luxury of life, to complete your medical education. Be a doctor yourself,  not just some secretary.”

Sana dislodged herself from her father’s arms. She did not like the tone of his last sentence. “I may only be a secretary but I enjoy my work more than I thought I would. Dad again I like it here, I’ll go back to Japan and visit I promise but please don’t force me to go.”

“You only want to stay here because of that doctor.” Mr. Minatozaki raised his voice.

At that moment, Sana realized her father did not come to see her to talk things out. It was again to implement what he wanted to happen, just like he always does. It may be just the love of a father, the instinct to protect but to Sana it was too much. That was the very reason why she left, why she chose to take absolute control of her life. She loved her parents but forcing her to marry someone she did not even like was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Now, she was being told again to do a thing that she did not want without consideration of her and her feelings.

“This is the exact reason why I left, what I want doesn’t matter to you. It’s all about what you want.” Maybe it was the taste of freedom that gave her the courage. It was the first time that she raised her voice back to her father. Even when she left for Korea, she did it quietly. It felt gratifying to Sana, she wondered where she got the courage.

“All I want is for your own good, you’re my only child so I want the best for you and you dare raise your voice?” Her father was now furious, temper way beyond the limits; voice louder than earlier.

“For me? Its -” Sana’s sentence was interrupted by a hand around her waist. It has a very secure feel to it, the  familiar and caring kind. She was surprised at who she saw when turned her head, a frail looking woman holding her gently but enough to restrain her from her outburst.

“Let’s go inside, child. It’s getting really cold.” It was Sana’s landlady.

“Who are you to intervene in a family matter? This girl is my daughter.”

“That doesn’t give you the authority to disturb this peaceful neighborhood. Looking at the situation, this is not the best time to continue your conversation. Come back tomorrow when emotions are not running high, you’re a father and you should know that.” 

Sana was amazed at how cool her landlady sounded. Although she already knew how strong the lady is given her years of living alone. Sana bowed slightly towards her father who was left speechless, she took the opportunity to get out of the situation. When she held her landlady’s hand to guide her towards her house, she noticed that it was not the same as before. The lady looked more frail than ever, like her age finally caught up to her.

“Eomeoni, are you okay?” She realized she was not able to visit her landlady these days. There is guilt in Sana’s eyes.

“I’m fine, child. Was that really your father?”

Sana nodded in confirmation. Her landlady offered her words of wisdom as she always has when she thought Sana needed it. Those words really resonated with Sana and those helped her in hard times.After successfully escorting the old woman inside, she bid her leave with a promise of visiting more often. Sana took a quick glance outside and was relieved to see her father was not there anymore.

In her bed, she put phone on the loudspeaker.

“I was waiting for your call, how are you?”

“I miss you babe!” Sana completely disregards your question.

“Do you want me to pick you up so you can spend the night with me?”

“Nope! I’m going to sleep now. I just want to hear your voice.”

“Then I won’t be holding you much longer, we’ll talk tomorrow okay?”

“Let me know if you’re home. You know that I love you.”

“And I love you.”

Reader --

You clocked in a bit late for work since your girlfriend let you know she couldn’t make it to work in the morning to take care of her landlady who was having a fever. It was safe to say you're not that motivated. When you stepped inside your office, you noticed two people already waiting for you. One was the hospital director, the other was none other than Sana’s father. You could not be mistaken since you know what he looks like based on the photos your girlfriend showed you.

“Hello good morning Doctor (LN), apologies for waiting inside your office. This gentleman here is Mr. Minatozaki, owner-”

“There is no need for titles Mr. Cho, my name would suffice.” Mr. Minatozaki cut off the hospital director mid sentence. He reached out his hand and you obligatorily shook it.

“You are most humble Mr. Minatozaki.” The director replied. “I’ll leave you two then. Mr. Minatozaki here requested if he can talk with you alone.”

The director tapped you on the shoulders and made his way out. You gestured your hand to the couch for Mr. Minatozaki to take his seat, which he obliged.

“I assume you know who I am.”

“You’re Sana’s father.” You’re good at keeping your tone business-like, cool and confident.

“Indeed I am, and do you know why she left Japan?”

“Yes I am aware of the reason. Your daughter told me.”

“It was supposed to secure her future and the future of the hospital. But she is so stubborn.”

“You can’t just force someone to marry if he or she doesn’t want to.”

“And who do you think she wants to marry, you?” It was now clear that there was no love between the two of you. You respected him though because he is your girlfriend’s father.

“I love your daughter.”

Her father mocked your response. It was obvious that he was not having anything you said.

“You know, I did expect my daughter to last this long here in Korea. I thought she’ll crawl back to Japan at the first taste of discomfort. But she eventually found a job and a boyfriend.” He spoke the words with spite.

“Then you don’t know your daughter well enough, good sir; she’s one of the strongest women I know.”

“Enough, let’s not do this the hard way Doctor (YN). You’ll help me take my daughter back to Japan or this whole deal between the hospitals will not push through, and I’ll make sure that it will be because of you.” He sounded pretty confident, like he held all the cards. And maybe he does.

“Is that a threat, Mr. Minatozaki?”

“Maybe it is, what are going to do about it?” He too tapped your shoulders on his way out of your office.

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[bootlegpancake]

Hugs N' Horses

The aftermath of P learning he is going to become a father.

A short drabble from P's point of view. Spoiler warning for Lies of P.

Category: Family, Romance, Angst

As far as P remembered, his life has been anything but ordinary. Waking up to the destruction of Krat, dying at least twice in every three hours, and experiencing other unimaginable horrors have become a typical Monday for him. Getting traumatized was his breakfast and facing the impending doom was like going to work. 

Ever since he got violently thrown into the present timeline, he had been fighting different skirmishes. These challenges P found to be much more complicated and difficult to overcome. 

He couldn't just stab people he deemed evil. He no longer had his Legion Arm to break doors, a painful lesson he learned when he tried to punch open a wooden door and ended up cracking his knuckles and injuring his wrist instead. 

No longer he had to be the extreme people pelaser. He now had friends who genuinely cared about him and not just asked for favors. He somehow managed to be in a relationship, a feat that surprised him the most. 

It took him almost two years, and in his opinion, he managed to settle in just fine and he was grateful for all the blessings he received. He still has a lot of things to learn and get used to, but he adjusted to this world the best he could. He thought nothing major could happen now that he has not faced before. He was prepared for anything.

Or so he thought.

When he learned that his girlfriend was pregnant with his child, he felt so many emotions and thoughts whirling inside him that he thought he was going to black out. The wave of emotions he recognized first were high levels of happiness. He hugged his girlfriend as close to him as he could and whispered his genuine astonishment of them finally starting their own family. He was already very eager to meet his child and he could barely contain himself to not start jumping up and down in joy.

He let out a content sigh and buried his face into the crook of his girlfriend's neck. A family. He was going to be a father. A concept that was very foreign to claim for himself, but definitely not unwelcome. The second wave of emotions he felt, was of anxiety. Is he prepared? Will they be okay? Will his child love him or will he mess up and his child will end up resenting him?

During the trip back home, he kept fantasizing about the possible future scenarios that would come by. Throwing a barbecue party with his family, him frying hamburgers on the grill, and talking to his neighbor while his and the neighbors kids are running around.

Did... did he want that? He would rather supervise his child playing rather than talk to the neighbor whom he doesn't even know much about. The moment he had that scene in his head, he immediately remembered the movie Pet Semetary where the poor little baby's life ended tragically early. He shivered and discarded that thought. He won't invite the neighbors. He risks burning the hamburgers but he won't let his child play unsupervised.

The next scene he had in mind was with Ria,  who is standing by the stove cooking, and him, running outside in the backyard playing football with his son or playing dress up Barbie with his daughter and-

Wait, football? He doesn't like football!

He blinked rapidly as he realized he was just conjuring up a scenario of his possible future based on one of the films he saw on tv on a random night. Wait, is this a dad thing? Does he have to always play in the backyard with his child? Does he need to organize barbecue events? Did he play football when he was-

"Our lives are going to change a lot, huh?" Ria quietly disengaged his train of thoughts. He broke his staring contest with the glove compartment and instead looked at her. She had a serene thoughtful look on her face.

"Yeah." He agreed just as quietly, with a smile on his face, "I will have to learn to love football."

"What?"

"And we'll have to buy a grill set for barbecue."

"Wha- why-?"

"And buy Barbie dolls, just in case."

"Okay, first things first-" she slowed the car down and made sure it was okay to tear her gaze off the road before she looked at P, bewildered, "Why do you need to learn to love football?"

"It's a dad responsibility." He answered innocently. "Isn't a dad supposed to play football with his son?"

"Where on Earth did you get that idea?"

"From those movies I watched on TV."

She snorted a laugh and indicated a left turn, "Sweetie, that's just a movie, that doesn't really reflect reality. Besides, what if we have a girl?"

"Then we'll play with her Barbies." He said immediately.

"Yeah, that's also something that doesn't sound right. Not every little girl is into Barbie dolls. I used to be into Transformers and Beyblade." She chuckled.

"But then why do a lot of movies show us activities like this?"

She switched lanes again, "It's a generic idea to just mimic how our parents raised us, and you watched older movies, where these activities were very common. Dads playing football with their sons and  having barbecues  in the backyard were very common father-son bonding activities back then. How much do you remember about your father? Do you have memories of you two doing some father-son bonding?"

P thought back to how his father interacted with him back in his timeline and frowned.

"My father always told me that I am very precious to him."

"Oh, sweetie, that's very-"

"He also upgraded my ergo-fueled heart regularly with quartz, so I could fulfil the tasks he gave me."

P didn't pay much attention to it, but his mind faintly registered that Gloria slowly parked the car and turned all her attention to him. 

"And then sent me to die thousands of times, never once saying a thank you or giving me affection. The most I got was a pat on the shoulder."

There was a pregnant pause in their conversation. P was facing his girlfriend but kept his gaze on the steering wheel, while the brunette woman was looking at him intently. After a little while, she broke the silence.

"I am terribly sorry you had to experience that. I wish you had better memories with your father." She softly held his left hand in her own and that broke his stupor and looked into her brown eyes. "We can't change what happened to you but what we can do, is shape our own family in the way we want to."

He gently squeezed her hand, "I want to hug my son or daughter all the time. I don't want them anywhere near danger." His gaze once again landed on the steering wheel as his mind whirred, "I want to be there for them. I want to be there for you." He felt a sting in his eyes, and he felt his nose getting a bit runny. His voice was also shaking as he continued, "I know what it's like to keep yearning for attention and only receive breadcrumbs. I don't want that any of my children to ever feel that." He barely registered that Gloria unbuckled her seatbelt and embraced him, his face was now buried in the crook of her neck. He embraced her back tightly and as he spoke again, his voice was slightly muffled by her shoulders and his tears were running freely from his eyes.

"I am so scared of failing you and our child in any way."

Gloria smiled warmly and nuzzled her face against his head, "You won't fail us, sweetie. We might have hiccups on the way, but we're here for each other." She gently ran her fingers through his silky hair, "Figures you're nervous about being a bad dad and you're already a better one than your own. I couldn't have wished for a better man to start a family with."

He felt a warmth in his chest and his lips formed a fond smile and he hugged her tighter,

"Thank you, Ria. And I feel incredibly blessed and grateful to have you in my life."

 "We'll just have to learn as we go." She gave him a reassuring smile and wiped his tears with her thumbs, "We'll do what will feel right to us and our little one." 

The former puppet's eyes gleamed as he responded, "I like that plan."

She gave him an affirmative hum and a small peck on his lips, which he reciprocated happily. His mood now significantly much lighter, he cradled her face in his hands and continued an earlier train of thought, 

"I know we don't know anything about our little one yet, but can we still buy a football and a Barbie doll just in case?"

"You just want to play Barbie dress up, don't you?"

"No, not really."

"You're already human, Pino, you don't have to lie to me."

He sighed, giving in.

"... I really like that pony from the Hugs n' Horses set." 

That made the brunette laugh out loud and kiss her raven haired partner on the lips. Still giggling, she brushed her nose against his.

"Well, who am I to say neigh to my beloved partner?"

"Oh my god."

"I am just saying. When it comes to you, I don't horse around."

"Darling, that was terrible. Even by my standards."

"Well, get off your high horse then, sir."

"Ria, stop hogging away my bad pun and dad joke privileges."

"Well then, you just have to bear with me, or get out of the car and hoof it."

The former puppet sighed and buried his face in his hands. 

Later that week, P found the Hugs N' Horses box set with a cute pink bow on it on the breakfast table.

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[lcs-library]

hi :) i had a bad day, a few days ago there was some problem in my family. can you write omi, tsumugi, chikage (if you feel like just one of them that's also ok) comforting their s/o who has run away from home due to family problems? thank you

Hello!! That seems terrible, and I hope your situation gets better :(. In the meantime, I hope you can find comfort in my writing, and I’m actually honored you’d come to me with such a personal request. So, with everything I’ve got, please enjoy these!!

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Omi

📷It was just a hard day for you. You wanted nothing more than to just relax a bit in a space away from it all. Away from all the people who had hurt you.

📷 For you, that meant holing up in your room with a video game. Not that it did you any good.

📷The tears still flowed, the pain in your chest didn’t go away, and you still wanted an escape.

📷That was, until there was a knock at the door.

📷”Hey, you’ve been in there for a while. You okay?”

📷A familiar voice rang through the door. Omi’s, to be precise.

📷The second you heard it, you tried to clean yourself up a bit before answering.

📷”’M fine.”

📷”Mind if I come in?” He asked gently, noticing the tone of your voice.

📷”Go ahead.”

📷When he entered, he found a wet, crinkled mess of a person.

📷”Oh.” Omi’s voice softened along with his expression as he shut the door and made his way over to you.

📷”Did something happen?”

📷You shook your head, hesitated, contemplating, then nodded.

📷”Wanna talk about it?”

📷”I guess. Just some issues that led me here are coming up again. It’s a long story.”

📷”I can settle in.”

📷And so you tearfully recounted your tale as Omi rubbed your back, not saying a word.

📷After a while, all he could come up with was “I see.”

📷There was a bit more silence before he spoke again.

📷”I can’t say I know exactly what you went through, but I had a similar experience when my mom died. The family fell apart, leaving me in charge, and running away led me down a pretty dark path. Hell, I lost my best friend down there. But I found my way here. And it’s all I could have ever hoped for. So, I hope you’ll find that place too, if you haven’t already. Either way, I’ll be there the whole time. No matter what. I’ve got you, and all I want is your safety.”

📷His sentiment was sweet, even for one who didn’t bother with flowery language much.

📷And yet, it made the already overflowing emotions run even more rampant, leading him to hold you close.

📷”I’ve got you. You won’t have to worry anymore. I promise.”

📷No matter what he did, he wanted you to feel safe, even if just for a bit.

📷And you couldn’t be any more grateful.

Tsumugi

🥚After moving in with Tsumugi, you finally decide to reveal something huge to him about your situation.

🥚Through tears and stammers, you somehow manage to explain why you ultimately rushed moving in with him.

🥚During your entire speech, he made sure to keep quiet, allowing you to get all of your words out, no matter how hard it was.

🥚Once he was entirely sure you were finished talking, he finally spoke up in the softest voice he could muster.

🥚”Though I can’t say I know what that’s like, I do want to let you know that I’m here for you, no matter what. I’ll do anything I can to help you, whether that be resolution or avoidance, just let me know what’s safer. But for now, let’s not focus on that. Let’s just sit here for a bit, okay? We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. Is it alright if I touch you?”

🥚You nod, and he pulls you into a hug.

🥚”There we go. You mind if I stroke your hair?”

🥚Another nod.

🥚”Alright. Just know you’re not alone anymore, alright? I’ll always be here, and even when it seems like nobody’s on your side, I am. You don’t deserve to be alone.”

🥚Somehow, his words made your tears flow even more, and you buried your head into his shoulder.

🥚Tsumugi made a sort of “aw” noise as he felt your body shake in his arms before murmuring sweet affirmations against the top of your head until you cried yourself to sleep.

🥚But just before you could fall asleep, he gave you a soft kiss to the forehead.

🥚”I love you. And don’t worry, I’ll be here whenever you need me.”

Chikage

🌶️”You know, we’ve never talked about how you joined the company, Chikage,” was what you decided to bring up in the Mankai dorm’s common room after an exhausting practice.

🌶️”How I joined? I used the process the rest of the company did: ask, audition, join. Why are you so curious all of a sudden?”

🌶️”Mm. Just thinking about it.”

🌶️”Well,” he replied with a sly smile, “How about I flip the question right back at you? How did you join?”

🌶️”Same process.”

🌶️”Why did you join, then? Why here?” Chikage asked, sitting beside you, hoping to toy with you a bit.

🌶️The intention didn’t quite reach, however.

🌶️It was as if the question was a gunshot.

🌶️Tears quickly pricked your eyes, and your voice became choppy.

🌶️After finding your words, you explained why and how you ran away only to find this place before your body crumpled against the couch.

🌶️Chikage’s demeanor immediately changed. His eyes widened a bit, and it was as if some sort of mask had slipped. He was hit with a flood of memories and a sense of kinship.

🌶️He remained silent for a bit before finally speaking up, eyes focused on his hands held on his knees.

🌶️”I did the same thing, you know. Not that this was the first place it led me. It actually led me to a pretty dangerous place at first. There, I found a family, then lost it. It broke me, but it led me here, and, despite what I did when I first came here, I found a home and a family. Listen, what I’m trying to say here is that,” he sighs, finally looking over at you, his expression having lost all signs of deception, “I hope that happens to you too. You’ll be happy and safe by the end of this alright?”

🌶️And for the first time since you’d met him, his smile wasn’t fake.

🌶️You finally looked up at him, and, though blurry, he looked so strangely serene in that moment.

🌶️Though you felt it may have been a bad idea, you draped your arms around him to place your head into the crook of his neck, your body shaking as you cried.

🌶️Hesitantly, he returned the action, awkwardly hugging you.

🌶️”You’ll be safe. I’ll make sure of it.”

🌶️You know he’s serious, right? Like he’ll probably commit crimes to make sure you’re safe.

#I actually wrote these in backwards order #so omi’s is a little ham compared to the others #also I hope they’re not all too similar!! I wasn’t sure what kind of scenarios to come up with for this kind of prompt :( #also also. I put these in hc format just so they could come out quicker bc this is a situation where you’d want comfort as soon as possible #and I am here to provide!!! #a3! #fanfiction #a3! x reader #a3! act! addict! actors! #act! addict! actors! #a3 game #thanks for the request! #chikage utsuki #tsumugi tsukioka #omi fushimi #my fics #request

[unfoundhoney]

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when considering the deaths of the people on the dream smp server, yours is the hardest

schlatt was detested by all when he’d died

few people still truly cared for wilbur when he met his end; the man he once was was long gone by then

but you

you never changed

you were a constant for so many & immovably kind to the rest

selfless, giving, caring

even when you just wanted an escape, you came to the aid of your brothers

you gave the ultimate sacrifice & paid the price

everyone mourns you

when the battle is won & dream locked away indefinitely

once everyone has come down from the high of freeing themselves from dream’s reign, the server goes into a state of grieving

there’s no denying your death

they all saw the message in chat

you’re dead

those that were close to you took it hard

niki was narrowly stopped from burning down the bakery you encouraged her to open and helped build

eret put her emotions into work on a memorial in their museum for you

even under the egg’s control, bad & ant put the eggpire aside for you

of course, those who took it the hardest is your family

when ghostbur learns of your death, he’s distraught

he doesn’t quite know how to handle the information

he protects your home & only allows people to enter when he supervises them

tommy took a while to move past his anger & deal with the fact that you’re gone

tubbo ran off to start snowchester

he chose to distract himself rather than truly process his emotions, even if you’d always done your best to break that habit of his

now that you’re not around, who’s to stop him from letting himself be numb to it all?

techno is another one of your family members who chose to barely acknowledge your passing

he became somehow more monotonous & emotionless

and phil

...

there’s no word for a parent who loses a child

wilbur was gone & of course it messed phil up to be the one to take will’s last life but by that point his son was gone

but you

you’d always been such a genuinely good person

phil did so little for you as a father

he was so absent

he never apologized to you for that

he never told you how much he loves & appreciates you & everything you’ve done to keep their family together when he couldn’t be bothered

it’s a few hours after he received the news from ranboo that all the guilt for everything he had ever put you through hit him

he broke down in his kitchen while trying to distract himself by organizing his cupboards

but all he could think about was you

you & your never ending kindness & compassion

he was never a father to you

yet you never hated him

why couldn’t you have hated him?

it would hurt less to lose you if you hated him; it’s what he deserves

he’s unworthy of your love

but he can only dwell so long on you

you are given a proper funeral

you’re buried by the seashore, somewhere between l’manberg and tommy’s abandoned vacation homes in an open field

the sever members plant so many flowers, your gravesite becomes a flower field

but soon, life goes on

it will only hurt for longer to draw out the mourning period

it would do no good for anyone

besides, you wouldn’t want the server to be sad for your sake

techno supposes it’s for the best that you died

he does his best to move on, filling his days with resource gathering and upgrading his tools, weapons, and armor while trying to think through his emotions logically

as much as he liked you

as much as everyone liked you, you were too good

you were the best of them

fate is not kind to heroes

“hello!”

technoblade is not an easy man to sneak up on, let alone scare

the greeting itself isn’t want startles him

it’s turning toward the voice to lock eyes with you

you who is dead

techno is not proud of the sound he made when he saw you but you of all people wouldn’t make fun of him for it

he just stares at you, slowly realizing what’s happened

you look desaturated, the color drained from your clothes

your skin is grey & almost translucent

you’re a ghost

“y/n.”

“hello! who are you?”

techno tells no on one of your ghost form

he even keeps the rest of the server a secret from you

he leads you to your old home & leaves you there w/ ghostbur

he hopes your and ghostbur’s combined amnesia will keep you out of harm’s way i.e. the rest of the server

he visits you occasionally but mostly leaves you be

you live happily with ghostbur for a while

he is very glad to have you back

his memory is nearly as bad as yours, so the story of the server & what happened to you when you were alive is only given to you in bits & pieces that are near impossible to fit together

it was only a matter of time before someone came to visit your house

“...y/n?”

it’s tubbo who finds you first

or he finds your ghost

(tubbo) y/n! oh my god! you’re a ghost! you’ve come back!

(you) hello! *whispers* ghostbur, who is this?

(ghostbur, whispering obviously) that’s tubbo, one of your other brothers i’ve told you about

(you, whispering) oh, right

(tubbo) how long have you- oh, this is incredible! i have to tell tommy! he’s been so sad since you died; he’ll be so glad to see you!

tubbo messages tommy, who is skeptical but reluctantly comes to your house anyway

but there you are

your ghost anyway

which is good enough, honestly

(tommy) y/n!

you catch him in a hug easily, even if you’ve never met him before

(tommy) you’re alive!

(you) no i’m not. i’m a ghost!

techno happens to check in on you when tubbo & tommy are there

bad news for technoblade: you’d told them about techno leading you here

meaning: tommy knows techno hid you from him & everyone else

needless to say, he is not too happy about that

(tommy) you hid her! you kept her away from us!

(techno) tommy, you have to understand-

(tommy) i don’t have to understand shit! you hid her from us! you lied to us!

(techno) tommy-

(tommy) you kept her from everyone! you’re selfish and you’re a liar and you’re horrible and-

(techno) i did it to protect her! she’s been hurt enough protecting others; it’s our turn to protect her. the only way we can do that is by leaving her alone

(tommy) she’s my sister

(techno) your sister is dead, tommy. for once in her life, let her have peace

tommy gives up on techno & goes to you instead

(tommy) y/n! y/n, we can bring you back. we can revive you. well, dream can revive you but he’s in prison so he has to do what we say so we can bring you back. we can be a family again. don’t you want to come back?

(you) ...no

that

...

that isn’t what tommy was expecting

(tommy) what?

(you) if alive y/n comes back, i won’t exist anymore. and i’ve only just got here. i don’t want to go yet

(tommy) don’t you understand how much y/n means to me? y/n has to come back. she has to. she’s so important. not just to me but to, um... tubbo as well! right, tubbo? don’t you want y/n back?

tommy looks to tubbo for some backup but the shorter boy looks away

(tubbo) i think we need to let y/n go, tommy

the betrayal that fills tommy’s chest is soon gone as he locks eyes with techno

tommy knows techno is right

you’re too much of a good person

you’re too willing to sacrifice yourself for others

even as a ghost your kindness is blinding

this server will only drain you of everything you have yet again

he will drain you of everything you are

he’s just tried to convince you to cease to exist to bring back the former version of yourself

(you) i’m sorry. it’s just- i’ve heard there are these really pretty blue flowers in the swamp biome that i haven’t got to see yet-

(tommy) no. it’s fine. i’m sorry. i-... i should go.

tommy leaves your house & tubbo goes with him

even if tubbo caught on a bit sooner to techno’s reasoning, he’s still concerned at his friend’s sudden change in character

(tubbo) tommy... are you alright?

(tommy) ...i really want her back

(tubbo) i do, too. but she’s gone

(tommy) she doesn’t have to be

tubbo can’t argue with that

(tommy) but... maybe it’s for the best

(tubbo) really?

(tommy) yeah.

(tubbo) but just earlier you were telling me about your plan to get the revive book from dream

(tommy) techno’s right, tubbo. all everyone- myself included- has ever done to y/n is take. and she’s given everything

(tubbo) because she loved us

(tommy) as much as she loved us and as much as we loved her... the only thing we’ve ever brought her is pain. i think now... now is her time to rest.

(tubbo) ...that’s very pog champ of you, big man

tommy had planned to visit dream as many times as it took to get the revive book location off of him so he could revive you, but now he’s accepted that he needs to move on

he needs to move on from you & dream & everything dream has put him through

he decides to pay one last visit to dream, put him behind him, & never look back

he’s ready to start a new chapter in his life, one without dream

and the first one without you

but then he’s locked in the prison

two weeks pass

nearing three weeks & tommy still isn’t allowed out of dream’s cell

he’s irritated and annoyed and most of all he’s scared

but he can’t let dream know he’s still afraid of him, that’s why he pisses dream off enough to the point of being beat to death

tommy begs him to stop

but then he’s gone

everything is dark

black

empty

nothing

is this what death is?

conscious in absolute nothingness?

tommy’s feet feel the ground beneath him

his senses come back to him

it’s still dark but he feels as though he can see again

where is he?

heaven?

no, probably hell

or maybe neither?

both...?

what the hell happened?

the first thing to break the silence is the voice tommy has known since he was an infant

the voice of the person who raised him

the voice of the person who has always been there for him

the voice of the person who he has finally let go of

your voice

saying one simple word

“tommy?”

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[tinyyoungblood]

hi!! adore your work love. could you maybe do smth where stark!reader has to get her wisdom teeth out but HATES the dentist so she brings her boyf peter and her dad w her?? and then when they get home the avengers are all waiting with like comical amounts of flowers and stuffed animals and then reader says some funny shiii and thor thinks she’s like dying lol. idk if that made sense but i’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon and i’m scared😭 thank u so so much love u babe

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

a/n: tysm lovely :,) i rushed through this like my life depended on it, but i hope i’m not too late. either way, i hope you’re okay! it’s frightening but those bad boys gotta go because we don’t need that kind of energy in our lives. enjoy x

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wisdom teeth? more like wisdoom

y/n has to get her wisdom teeth removed and it’s the singular most dreadful thing she’s ever had to do, which says a lot because her dad is tony richling stark

doing dreadful things she doesn’t want to do but still somehow end up doing just because she can is a personality trait at this point

no one really makes a big deal out of it since ~death~ is part of their job description, but y/n is terrified

and when a stark is terrified the only thing that will keep them one step from insanity is researching the hell out of it

that information will be info dumped into every conversation for the next few weeks leading up to the appointment

“y/n you need anything from the store?” "no thanks, did you know the side effects of getting your wisdom teeth out include ✨sudden death or blood clots✨ tho” “……..i have a coupon?”

the day of the appointment, peter comes along and literally doesn’t let go of y/n’s hand. he keeps touching her to let her know that he’s there and it’s so. adorable

he would rest his hand on her knee, gently stroke her back while holding her, or just play with her hair

happy drops them off and he’s too Cool™ for emotions but he knows y/n’s a wreck, so he just fist bumps her with a single nod and she almost breaks down bc it’s really affectionate

y/n is sitting in the dentist chair and genuinely nothing is happening yet, but she’s squeezing peter’s hand like it’s a sponge

peter might have a high pain tolerance but he’s in pain pain and he prays that his hand won’t just explode on him

the dentist notices how peter tries to keep it together and chuckles

“you okay there, son?” “yea it’s fine, had a better time when a building fell on me tho haha” “pardon?” “oh i mean i didn’t have a good time, i just had a better time”

because y/n is running Anxious Town™, the dentist gives her a sedative to help her relax 

plus, an injection of local anaesthetic to numb the tooth and surrounding area

she doesn’t feel anything and it’s GREAT

the procedure is quicker than expected and now the real fun begins

she tries to walk but she falls down so peter scoops her up bridal style and happy stays glued at her side

y/n doesn’t mind although she literally doesn’t recognise them and they’re practically strangers to her

but girly sees an opportunity and tries to flirt with peter bc why wouldn’t she

“you’re pretty” *blushes* “why thanks” “you should let your girlfriend know” “i should let her know i’m pretty?” “so you do have a gf? :(” “yea it’s you” “:)”

they stop for gas and peter goes in to get some water for y/n, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides it’s burger time

her mouth is completely numb and she’s practically leaving a trail of drool behind her, but she’d kill for a burger right now

so she wobbles around aimlessly for an hour on some random parking lot as if the ground might just magically open up like a rabbit hole and lead her to five guys

she’s going places. not back to the car. definitely not five guys. they’re closed. but places

peter finally finds her and he’s drenched from head to toe in sweat. he doEsn’T wAnt tO tALk abOut iT tho so she lets him take her to subway instead

normally, she would know that peter’s usual subway order is bread-lettuce-jalapeño

but in her drugged-up state, it had simply slipped her mind so now she’s staring at him like he’d just murdered someone right in front of her

“that- that’s your order?? no meat or anything just bread, lettuce, and a little spice?”

meanwhile at the compound, sam and steve are ordering everyone around bc they want to decorate this place before y/n gets home to surprise her

they take it very seriously too. they’ve watched like one HGTV show and said it’s our time

they finally get home and tony gives y/n a big hug, asking her what took so long

happy tells him that she was keen on getting burgers bc apparently someone has taught her that stressful times call for ~cheeseburgers~

he proceeds to look at tony with a pointed look

tony just shrugs and goes “she was a problem child. we don’t mention her dark past”

she’s swaying on the spot and keeps grinning like a fool and thor just stares at her weirdly before elbowing bruce and whispering loudly,

“what’s wrong with her? is she dying? should i start collecting leaves, i know this remedy—"

no one can tell if y/n is just happy to see the newly decorated home or if she’s just delighted to see everyone but then she goes around hugging the entire team

she doesn’t even acknowledge the sky-high pile of teddy bears and flowers everywhere bc she’s just squeezing everybody

y/n is so high, she just starts to spill all of her feelings about everyone and they’re already so overwhelmed by the hug chain they can’t take this too

“wanda i just want you to know that you’re like my big sister and you’re always taking care of me and i know you and vision are just going to make such good parents one day”

“bucky you absolute PRICK, you FIEND, you’re the best chess player ever and that’ll never change and i wouldn’t be good without you, i hate to say it but you deserve happiness even after you made me lose five times in a row yesterday”

“dad, you’re so strong and smart, even though we’re like never on the same page, you’re always along for the ride, i want to be like you when i grow up, i swear i’m gonna try to be as good to the avengers as you were to us” “aww- wait makes you think i'll be the first to die“

“nat you’re such a bitch about your protein shakes but you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t have it any other way, you can try out as many make up looks on me as you want”

“bruce, brucey, i would live with you in your lab for the rest of my days if i had to, whenever you ask me to hand you stuff i feel useful and important”

“laura’s way out of your league clint i have no idea how the fuck you got her but don’t lose her and i want to be your next child’s godmother”

“steve…we’re your family now. we’re always gonna be your family now. okay?”

“loki you’re not fooling anyone with your attitude, we all know you’re part of the family, you were just misunderstood and messed up bc of your dad–FUCK him by the way–but i realised everyone deserves as many chances as they need because of you”

“sam i would genuinely kill anyone who wronged you, even if they cut you in line at the grocery store, i would knife them no hesitation”

“thor, you poor golden retriever have been through so much, on my way here i made a wish on an eyelash for you bc you deserve better, your postcards always make my day, love you”

she mumbles something to peter that no one else can hear but he blushes and chokes back a sob

y/n orders hot soup and bucky brings it to her but before he even has time to react peter drops everything and ZOOMS across the room in .3 seconds

he barrels into bucky so hard they both go flying, but peter just smoothly rolls out of it and onto his feet like some kind of super ninja

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL” “😠 y/n is not supposed to drink hot liquids 😠”

all of this happens in mere seconds but sam has filmed it all and now slow mo clips go viral online of some mysterious kid knocking over the winter soldier

y/n’s a little in and out after that, but when she fully regains consciousness, she’s on a pile of blankets, surrounded by the team on the floor <3

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let me know if this is actually comforting lmao stay hydrated pals

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[stormgardenscurse]

Idk if this has been done but 👀 may I request some headcanons of the dorm heads being proposed to by their s/o? Thank youuuuu

A/N: I’ve done similar proposal headcanons for Azul and Malleus in a past request, link to that here! Thank you for requesting!

Riddle

There’s a moment where Riddle is just so surprised that you wonder if you’ve done it and broken him for real. You almost drop the ring in your attempt to check if he was okay, but he manages to gather himself and assure you that it’s alright, that he’s not taken aback in a bad way or anything so you don’t have to apologise--

Gods, he has to resist the urge to cry. This wasn’t a time for tears - his remarkable significant other just asked him if he’d like to spend the rest of their lives together!

When Riddle calms down, he takes your hands in his and confirms that yes, he’d be more than happy to marry you, even if he was a tad disappointed that you beat him to the punch.

Were his eyes going teary? Well, so were yours! They were happy tears; Riddle’s so glad that he wasn’t an overbearing mess to you, that his inexperience wasn’t something that hindered your relationship - he’s glad he’s improved, and was worthy of your love, now. And he’ll continue to refine himself so that he may be deserving of your partnership. (Even though you might argue that it was the other way around, much to your friends’ amusement of this back and forth)

Leona

You’d proposed to him during the night, under the cover of the stars. Leona should’ve known that something was up when you asked him to accompany you on a walk for no particular reason - it was just like any other day, until you’d went on one knee and offered a ring to him.

You’d started talking about your relationship with him, reminiscing about your time together until now and listing the things you liked about Leona - even if some of those were playful jabs of their own.

It was obvious in hindsight, to be honest, but Leona was still dazed as he tried to process your words, and how they were the real thing, not just a quick promise or line to woo him.

Were you sure about this? He might’ve asked. Were you really prepared for what might come if you were to be engaged to him? Were you sure you wanted him, of all people? Royalty was troublesome, even if he was only the second prince.

You called him silly in the most affectionate way possible, and Leona wrapped you in a hug as his answer. He gives you a squeeze as if making sure this was real, before pulling back with a smile as he mutters: I guess we’ll handle it together, then. 

Kalim

The parade you’d arranged was bustling in the background after you’d stepped down from the flying carpet, landing on the seat atop an elephant’s back where Kalim was. His beaming expression and the festivities around somehow gives you courage as you execute the rest of your proposal.

He’s so happy and barely holding back his tears?? Kalim is quick to respond before he pulls you into his embrace, and you notice his shoulders shaking slightly as he’s overrun with emotion - though to be fair, so were you. With the animals and performers all around, this scene felt like something out of a movie. You find solace in the comfort of him, rubbing Kalim’s back as he hiccuped and pulled himself together.

That’s not to say that your eyes weren’t puffy from your own tears, but that detail is quickly pushed away in favor of celebration! If the party wasn’t festive enough before, it definitely is now as Kalim makes to commemorate the occasion immediately.

Kalim may or may not accidentally ramble about your engagement to Jamil more than a few times - you apologise for it but he just shrugs it off, since he’s aware how happy the thought of it makes you (your little smile is quite telling, after all.)

Vil

You’d tried your best to find a place that might match Vil’s beauty, but was quick to realise that it paled in comparison to him once the both of you got there. (Okay, maybe you were a little biased since Vil did say he enjoyed the scenery, but you were hoping for your proposal to be nothing short of perfect!)

Rather than a luxurious proposal, you decided to lean towards something simpler and sincere. It took quite a bit of research, but you managed to arrange a visit to a magical forest reminiscent of fairytales, where the tales of the Seven might even be imagined to take place. It was pleasantly serene, allowing the two of you a day entirely to yourselves.

Somehow, spending time like this with Vil just made you all the more sure about your proposal - you’re reminded of all the little things that made you fall for him… You wouldn’t want to give this up for the world, and so you asked if he would be yours.

You swear the moment that candid smile graced his lips you thought your heart was about to burst. Your foreheads are resting against one another’s as he allows a tear to trail down his cheek. Despite the nickname, you couldn’t help but laugh at his answer: Of course I will, you silly potato.

Idia

You… Were proposing? To him?

Idia’s first reaction might be to let out a string of thoughts, rambling as he tried to rationalize what was going on. He knew you weren’t just an average normie from the way you managed to break through his walls and become his significant other, but were you serious? You wanted to marry him, Idia Shroud, even considering his family and the rumors that might come with it? A guy more likely to have a wedding ceremony through a tablet than in-person?

“Idia.” “This isn’t a prank, huh…” “Seriously… Is it so hard to believe that I love you?”

Were you trying to kill him?! You can’t just say things like that out of the blue! Idia takes sometime to compose himself, almost forgetting to give you an answer, but thankfully you knew him well enough to be patient. When he does gather his thoughts and agree to marry you, Idia apologises for his outburst but also chides you for surprising him like that, to which you’re only a little apologetic in return. The smile that continues to play on your lips causes him to shake his head in response, but not without his own little grin mirroring it.

(Ortho may or may not have heard the entire thing from outside, and almost came in to knock some sense into Idia for buffering)

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[lucy90712]

Being an Olympian (hc)

A/n: I have been watching the olympics recently and it inspired me to write this but I don't know that much about all the sports so sorry if you do any of these and I get things wrong

George:

He is so proud of you that all of your training has allowed you to fulfil your dream of going to the olympics, of course he is sad that he can't watch you compete for the first time but he will be up at whatever time your heats or finals are just to watch you.

Watching you do all the tricks and flips you do as a gymnast he gets scared hoping that you won't fall even though he knows you will be fine because you've done these routines a million times he can't help but worry. Will cheer out loud when you get a really good score and when one of your competitors messes up because he knows that it's good for your competition.

You are in the individual all around final and a few apparatus finals which he watches intently right to the last second. Loved seeing your reaction when you won your medals and of course was so proud of you calling you the second he could to celebrate with you seeing as there wasn't really anyone there for you to enjoy the moment with.

When you come home he picks you up from the airport greeting you with the biggest hug and flowers because he's just that cute. He also love seeing your medals and is surprised by how heavy they are, would definitely call Dream and Sapnap to show them your medals and brag about how cool you are for going to the Olympics.

Dream:

He knows very little about volleyball despite how much you try to explain it but he will suddenly become very interested when you actually make it into the Olympic team and will try his best to learn everything from you before you leave.

Will get up at whatever hour to watch your game and cheers you on as loudly as he can even though you can't hear him and he annoys Sapnap who eventually just decided to join him in watching because it's easier so you have two cheerleaders back home. He often records small parts of the games and puts them on Twitter to tell people to watch and cheer you on as well.

After each game he will call you and either celebrate with you if you won but if you lost or weren't happy with how you performed he would help you look at what to do better for your next match. Of course he's no expert and your coach is there to help with that but hearing some things from him is actually useful sometimes.

In the final he is on the edge of his seat the whole time hands sweating from his anxiousness he is watching you knowing that you are so close to achieving your dream at your first olympics. When you score the final point giving your team gold he jumps up off his seat and runs round the living room he's so excited.

Once your back home he gives you the biggest hug and takes pictures of you with your medal and might post one because he's just so proud. May also steal your medal sometimes just to look at it because he thinks it's so cool.

Sapnap:

He is your biggest supporter and will come to training with you sometimes even though he can't swim anywhere near as fast as you but he will time you to see if you are up to pace which of course you are. When you set a really fast time he will get so excited and will give you a hug even though you are soaking wet.

When your races actually come around he's more nervous than anything because he knows that you have set such high expectations for yourself and he really wants you to meet them. He gets stressed just watching your heats but you make it through with the fastest time which helps him keep calm. Dream would also watch because Sapnap would beg him to even though he probably would anyway but dream has to keep him calm or else Sapnap would bounce off the walls.

By the time your final came around Sapnap almost couldn't watch because she knew that this was your chance to win the medal you have been training so hard for for years. In the last few seconds he was watching through his hands because it was so close between you and the person in the lane next to you but when you touched the side first he sprung up from his position and jumped up and down for ages.

You also do a relay in which your team gets second so you have two medals to bring home. You show him your medals over FaceTime and the smile on his face says everything, he's so proud of you for doing so well after working so hard. While on FaceTime he takes a bunch of screenshots of you with your medals and then he takes more actual pictures when you get home.

Sapnap would definitely brag about it on stream and show people your medals because he's so proud, the chat are also so happy for you because Sapnap had mentioned before just how much you had been training.

Quackity:

Since you do athletics he will come out in runs with you and go to the track with you even though he is always way behind he enjoys watching you run. He has been to all of your previous completions so he’s sad that he can't watch you at the biggest competition of the season but he is supporting from home.

He can't bare to watch you on his own so he will watch your races with your family which creates such a nice atmosphere which even though you can’t see he knows you can feel them supporting you. Is always available to give you a pep talk before you race or after a heat he is there to tell you how well you did. As much as you have an actual coach he is just as good in motivating you and he’s learnt a lot from your actual coach so can give pretty good feedback after each of your runs and isn't afraid to tell you what you could do better.

After you finish second in your heat still qualifying for the final he's so happy but gives you a bit of advice on how you can do better in the actual final which you take on board and use to win the gold medal. The medal ceremony is an emotional moment for him because he can see the huge smile on your face and remembers all the times you've talked about winning even just a bronze and been so excited but seeing you on the top step does make him shed a few tears.

When you come back home he definitely films a video with you called something like racing an Olympic runner where he gets you to show off your skills to his audience who may not have seen you race. He definitely loses the race but he's ok with it because the whole point really was for people to watch you.

Karl:

He is excited to watch you dive at the top level but also a bit scared because he knows that if things don't go right you can get injured and you have only just recovered from an ankle injury you got during training so safe to say he's a bit anxious watching you.

Luckily the synchronised diving is up first when you and your partner are diving together, watching that calms his nerves slightly because he sees you perform so well and only just lose out of the gold medal by 0.5 of a point. Talking with you after the competition also helps because you say that you are feeling on good form and he trusts your knowledge of your ability.

When it comes to your individual event he sets up an alt stream to watch it because he's way to nervous to watch it on his own. A bunch of his friends join a discord call and watch it with him cheering you on along with the chat who were really engrossed in the competition. The reaction when the score for your last dive comes in is ecstatic because there is almost no way anyone could beat you and when the last score came in Karl was jumping around, the chat were going crazy as well as everyone in the discord call. Karl also called you before he ended stream so that one he could talk to you and two thr chat could hear from you.

Does a proper stream when you get back so that the chat can see your medals and ask you questions which was really fun and it’s so cool to hear from people who are now inspired to take up diving because of you.

Wilbur:

He is so proud of you for being able to get to the olympics but because of how strict the lockdown has been in England he is worried about how little you have practiced and trained over the past year but of course he still has faith in you he just doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. Was also gutted he couldn’t go out there with you especially because it’s your first olympics and he so desperately wanted to support you and be there in person to cheer you on.

Watching you practice and watch videos of your past performances has helped him learn how you actually do the high jump so when you start in the first round he can tell that he didn’t need to worry because you are jumping super well. Setting up a makeshift bar in the living room obviously did some good for you because you were looking really good.

Once you made it to the final 8 is when he got most nervous because all of the others were looking great too and the person who had beat you at some world championships was there doing well too. He had faith in you though because he had watched most of your recent practices and you have been really close to beating your personal best so when of it comes to that he thinks you can do it.

It really did get down to that and you had to try going above your personal best but you did it first attempt so you were celebrating and so was he. That height knocked out a few people leaving only you and one person left fighting for gold. You just kept going somehow even though you’ve never made it to these heights before and then it got to above the Olympic record height which is when he started biting his nails with worry. Your competitor failed all 3 of their attempts and you still had one left and you made it meaning not only had you won the gold medal but you hold the Olympic record.

Is so excited for you to get home because he just wants to give you a hug and tell you how well you did not just over FaceTime. He was there for the second you got off the flight and picked you up to give you the tightest hug he could. You also had a lot of interviews to do which usually aren’t your thing so he helps you get though them with his media experience and now the nation loves you because of how sweet you are in all the interviews you do.

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[phoenixyfriend]

For your suddenly omegaverse au what exactly happened? Like I think obiwan and Anakin hop over from cannon verse to omegaverse but I am unclear on if there already existed obiwan and Anakin in omegaverse. Did they die early or do they just not exist or are they just not force sensitive and therefore not a part of the order? Is there still a sith conspiracy around Anakin?

Context: Original Post, Surrogacy, Worldbuilding, Obi-Mom, Soap Operas

So, from the original post:

There is no preexisting Anakin in the Omegaverse

Obi-Wan and Anakin just straight up don’t exist until they drop headfirst into the council room, already covered in blood.

To clarify: There has never been an Anakin Skywalker in this AU. There has never been an Obi-Wan Kenobi.

They don't know this for sure when they land in the AU, though. All they know is that the Jedi have no record of either of them. They figure, well, maybe they just got lost in the shuffle. Anakin wasn't found until he was nine, after all, and that was only by great coincidence.

The rest of this post has almost no mention of the omegaverse elements, FYI.

Warning: References to the Tusken massacre, explicit sedation and isolation of a mentally unstable individual threatening violence.

I don’t want to make light of institutionalization and involuntary holds, but Anakin is a character with a history of violence talking about repeating such an act, and that’s... a bit of an extreme case.

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It's not that hard to convince the Temple to let them run a mission that lets them stop by Tatooine or Stewjon. Anakin cares a lot more, so Tatooine it is! Obi-Wan can tell there's something sketchy going on with Anakin's particular anxiety about this, but he rolls with it. Anakin was very specific about the timing for some reasons, and at this point, it's easier to just let it all play through.

They go well after the whole “congrats, you’re omegas... somehow,” thing has happened, a month or so before Geonosis would have happened. Obi-Wan has managed to help the council sabotage and delay the Separatist side of the war enough that they’ve gained... maybe a few weeks, maybe a few months. Just a little more time to keep a few more people alive. Nobody’s reached out to Kamino yet, and Jango isn’t staging a failed assassination to draw someone in, either. They’ve bought enough time for Anakin to spend his vacation time checking in on his mom seeing if he exists here, and Obi-Wan can go with him.

They get to Tatooine. They wander about, and Anakin doesn't actually explain where they're going, but takes them straight to where the Lars farm is. Obi-Wan lets Anakin tell him that it was the Force that led him to the right area. Anakin can sense that his mom is in there, and Obi-Wan chalks up the relief from his former padawan to 'she's here and we don't have to look for her.'

Anakin is... panicking. Just a bit. What if he shows up and it turns out this reality's Anakin is off doing something completely unrelated and she realizes he's the wrong person? Or what if she doesn't recognize him and he calls her Mom anyway? What if he fucks up and says something stupid or just starts crying on her? She'll think he's insane.

Obi-Wan... takes over.

Anakin stays hidden, listening. Obi-Wan knocks on the door, and asks if there's a 'Shmi Skywalker' in residence. Someone in town mentioned her. He explains that he has a young friend of about twenty years--they're not sure, exactly, because the friend doesn't know his own birthday, but it's about there--who happens to be a Skywalker, and they're trying to see if they can reconnect him with a parent. They don't have much to go off of other than the surname... the Shmi that lives here wouldn't happen to have ever had any children about that age?

No. She hasn't had any children of her own blood, actually, her only child is her stepson, but she'd be happy to meet this other Skywalker, if he's in the area. It's always nice to find family, and connecting with those that were separated from you is a big deal on Tatooine. She's not going to look a gift bantha in the mouth.

(Cliegg, dear, put down the rifle.)

Obi-Wan promises to let his friend know, bids them goodbye, and goes to find Anakin.

Anakin is having a bit of a breakdown.

As one does.

Anakin insists that they stick around for a bit, that they do what they can to protect the farm, because that's his mom, even if she's not really his mom, and Obi-Wan can tell there's a Lot Going On here. He assumes it's because Anakin's upset his mom doesn't know him, which is a little irrational on account of their two options being "Anakin doesn't exist (and so Shmi doesn't know him)" and "Anakin does exist (but Shmi doesn't know this Anakin, so she still doesn't know him)," but Anakin's not a very rational person.

Obi-Wan thinks tamping down the current crisis is probably a little more important than chastising Anakin's attachment issues, mostly because Anakin's hands are shaking, and he's looking a little wild-eyed, and like. Obi-Wan's not great at dealing with Anakin's many and varied emotions, but he's learned at some point when it's best to just... roll with it Until There's Less Risk of Stab or Sobbing Laughter.

He helps figure out some minor fuckery with the Force to hide the family in the homestead behind them from visitors, and to warn them to hide when someone comes by. It’s not a lot--mostly just meditating and asking the Force for a helping hand--but it’s nice.

Except, well, Anakin keeps fidgeting. He keeps panicking. He has them coming back almost daily for a week, always too scared to talk to his mom but insistent on protecting her, and always looking at the calendar. Obi-Wan wants to get back to the Temple, but whatever the actual hell is going on with Anakin is too big to just ignored.

A specific day comes and goes. Anakin is a mess of jitters and nerves, and finally Obi-Wan asks just the wrong (right?) question, and... they visit Shmi.

Anakin says they can talk later, he just wants to see his mom One Last Time.

(Obi-Wan is getting more and more worried, but he sits through the incredibly awkward meeting between Anakin and his alt-universe mom, watches as Anakin has no idea what to say and almost cries, and Shmi just kind of lets him do that and Beru--a sweet girl, Obi-Wan thinks, and very practical--tells him that this is all very normal for reunited slaves.)

(Obi-Wan wonders if maybe there’s some stuff Anakin never told him about how being a slave affected him.)

(Obi-Wan had thought they’d moved past most of this, but..)

The meeting ends. There’s hugging.

They get back to the ship, and Obi-Wan gets to watch Anakin fall apart. Obi-Wan gets to watch Anakin cry and scream into a pillow, hyperventilate and nearly punch a hole in the wall as he rages about how it was all for nothing! Obi-Wan gets to watch Anakin break into a million pieces in a way he’s never seen before.

Obi-Wan gets a confession.

Anakin tells him about the Tuskens.

It’s not an easy conversation. It’s not a short conversation, either. Anakin’s full of pain and misery and rising guilt, talks about how he’s been asking himself if it would be easier to keep his mother safe if he just killed them all now, except Obi-Wan would know, and be disappointed, and sure the Chancellor had said that they were little more than rabid animals, but Anakin doesn’t think he can kill the younglings again when his mom is still fine, and--

Obi-Wan sedates him.

He wants to say that he’s not proud of this, but... Anakin isn’t well. Anakin isn’t well in a way that is currently, specifically, revolving around doing extreme violence. Anakin is talking about going out and committing a slaughter as preventative maintenance.

Anakin stays sedated until they get back to the Temple, and he’s put in Force-suppressant cuffs--Obi-Wan quietly tells them to use something that can’t be sliced or taken apart by a droid specialist, and to avoid collars because Anakin was a slave for nearly a decade, and has a lot of traumatic associations--and in an isolated room.

It’s not a cell. Not technically.

He can’t just leave, though.

Obi-Wan hates himself for it, just a little. He doesn’t want to be doing this, not to his padawan, his brother, his son, but... a massacre. Even the younglings, he’d said.

(“He said he didn’t think he could do it again,” Obi-Wan mutters, half to himself and half to the mind healer that asks for his rundown of the situation. “I think he knows it was wrong, but...”)

(But he still did it, of course.)

It’s... better than Obi-Wan feared, but worse than he hoped.

Anakin is emotionally unstable. He has been, for a long time, but he’s usually functional. When the mind healer isn’t directly poking at his worst wounds, Anakin can more or less pass for... not okay, necessarily, but no worse than anyone else in the war had. He can say the right words. He can do a joint meditation. He can talk about philosophy the way a Knight that’s taken all the right classes does.

But part of Anakin still holds to the idea that the Tuskens deserved to die.

“This is my fault,” Obi-Wan whispers, more than once, resting his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. “I should have...”

“He was an adult,” says Mace, who isn’t Mace, not the one that Obi-Wan knows, but a newer friend, one that’s still figuring how to act around him. “Young, but still an adult. He made that choice.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t answer. Things aren’t that simple.

“The timing can’t have been a coincidence,” Obi-Wan mutters to himself, later on, but in the same spot, and the same position.

The Quinlan of this universe shrugs. He knows Obi-Wan better than most, right now. Psychometry’s helpful that way, and sharing Obi-Wan’s heat hadn’t hurt. “Seems likely. You said Sith were involved and setting traps, and a kid like yours, with that much power and trauma... ripe for the molding.”

Obi-Wan whines, and then catches the noise and stuffs it back down, locks it up tight with the other ‘instinct’ things he doesn’t like to think about having. The sound already has Quinlan shifting closer, and the smell is... intended to be comforting, he thinks. Reacting to his own distress, which he’s probably just pumping out right now, because he still doesn’t know how to--

“Can I help?” Quinlan asks, and Obi-Wan lets him.

Someone gets through to Anakin, maybe, or he just lets himself be ground down, or Obi-Wan’s entreaties that he can’t teach Ahsoka until he understands his crimes get through. He won’t be trusted around the clones until the Jedi can trust him to do the right thing, they inform him.

“I wouldn’t hurt the clones.”

“Nobody’s going to believe that until you understand your crimes and truly, actually feel remorse for them.”

There wasn’t a crime, technically. Not in this universe. That tribe is still alive, here, unknowing of the fate they escaped by dint of Anakin talking himself down from committing another slaughter.

(He tells the mind healer it’s because Obi-Wan was there.)

(He might have done it, he says, if he hadn’t thought Obi-Wan would be disappointed in him.)

(He says it like it’s a foregone conclusion, that Obi-Wan’s opinion is worth more than the horror of what he might become.)

“We’re going to keep an eye on anyone talking to Palpatine,” Shaak tells him one day, after Anakin’s been mental instability hold for two weeks. “We don’t know for sure how far the similarities extend from your universe to ours, but given everything else you’ve been right about...”

“That bad?” Obi-Wan asks.

Shaak grimaces, fangs glinting in the light. “I want to believe we’d have never allowed a child into such a position, but I can’t know what political leverage may have been used in your dimension... whatever reason was had to put Skywalker in those rooms, we know the consequences now--”

“What did he do to my padawan?” Obi-Wan demands, because Anakin won’t even tell him that. Anakin hasn’t mentioned Palpatine since they left Tatooine. Not to Obi-Wan.

“Nothing physical,” Shaak manages. “But the lies he told and the suggestions he planted... it’s good they haven’t met again yet in this life. We’ll all be keeping them far apart.”

He wants to take solace in that. “Why do you know before I do?”

“Skywalker values your opinion,” she says. “Only yours. He doesn’t want you more disappointed in him than you already are, so much of what is relayed to the council as a matter of security goes no further, but this was deemed necessary to share. He agreed to it, if you worried we’d broken his confidence.”

Anakin’s therapy would normally be entirely private.

Anakin’s therapy would normally not be in response to confessions of mass slaughter.

He hasn’t asked to be let out, which Obi-Wan hopes is a sign that he realizes at least subconsciously that he was in the wrong. The mind healer says he could have been released under watch by a Master probably a day or two after he arrived, but seems to be drawing some kind of comfort in knowing he couldn’t hurt someone even if he tried.

Obi-Wan is Anakin’s emergency contact. His next of kin. His healthcare proxy. Anakin has a right to privacy, minor as it is in such a situation, and everyone recognizes and treats him as an adult, but... Obi-Wan learns as much from the mind-healer as he would have back when Anakin was actually a child.

“He trusts you to make the right decisions,” the mind healer tells him, careful and unassuming. “He has... a lot of conflicting opinions about many things, including the order, the coming war, the nature of human reproductive dynamics, the Code... but he seems keen on the idea that you are his best reference on morality and ethics.”

Oh, good, more horrifying responsibility.

“He’s better,” the mind healer tells him. “I want to get him out of here before he starts going stir crazy while still relying on the perceived safety as a crutch for his mental health. And he--”

“He’ll be staying with me,” Obi-Wan says, heavy as anything. “I know.”

“Well... there’s a war coming,” the mind healer says. She offers a thin smile when he looks at her. “I don’t want him going out, but it makes him feel useful, gives him a direction for the aggression, and... the Council is adamant that we’ll need him as much as we need you.”

It’s true.

“Did he tell you why everyone called him the Hero With No Fear?”

“No.”

“Ask him.”

#Anakin Skywalker #Obi Wan Kenobi #Shmi Skywalker #Mace Windu #Quinlan Vos #Shaak Ti #time travel #omegaverse #SW Suddenly Omegaverse #Phoenix Answers Asks #phoenix posts #Tusken Massacre #death mention #dehumanization mention #institutionalization tw #involuntary hold tw #sedation tw #involuntary sedation tw

[oceanslament]

I found this old note from when I wanted to explain the Magnus Archives characters to my friends despite being only three seasons in so enjoy:

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES SEASON 1 CREW EXPLAINED EXCEPT ITS MIDNIGHT AND I DONT WANT TO SPOIL IT:(ft. head cannons)

Archival assistants:

Martin: one of those people who look really soft and like you want to hug them but when they have had enough get pissed, also he gets jealous and possessive really easily. Desperately goes for that cottage core aesthetic. Thinking making tea is flirting. Writes poetry and listens to those lo-fi stations but is also really good at lying. He's very lonely though and his voice actor originally didn't like him.

Sasha: unforgettable. It's joked in the show that's she's more competent than Jon and should have been archivist but no. She wears glasses. She and Tim get shipped sometimes, but I think they'd be like one of those ultimate best friends. Deserved better okay? She's cool she did at one point save Tim Her only mistake was befriending Micheal I think the two of them would have been an awesome friendship, she reminds me of a cool substitute teacher who can't pronounce names because she couldn't at one point

Tim: Okay so he was hot before but somehow is hot even with scars from worms trying to burrow into him???? Gets information by flirting(or maybe more?) but everybody thinks he's cute. I like the headcanon he had a soft crush on everyone at the office I think he really likes people who seem smart. He hates the circus with a burning passion. Makes jokes to cope and can't handle stress after a certain point. He gets attached to people easily and gets defensive and puts up walls the moment he loses or one of them betrays him. He's got AirPods in oh no he can't hear you. Hawaiian shirt bi. I personally headcanon him with some form of ADD . In the end he’s very caring about his friends/family and will protect them as much as he can.

The Bosses:

Jon: ”statement begins” his name is exactly the same as the writer/his voice actor so kind of a self insert? Head archivist of the magnus archives. He's smart but comes off as rude and short-tempered. He didn't like Martin early on. At all. He hates when things are messy and chaotic. Jonathan acts very dismissively of supernatural in season one. He's very patient with statement givers and their trauma. Can make you tell him your darkest secret by asking. Not courageous, but he's persistent. Trying his best and running off coffee. He generally looks the same in fanart for some reason. Probably looks gremilinish. He has a lot of scars from his experiences. Not good at emotions. Canonically asexual. He's a persuer of knowledge with high intelligence and then he asks someone if they're a ghost or messes around trying to interview beings that can kill him, tell him this, and he basically goes ”please don't do that”

Elias: The head of the institute. Canonically loves scheduling, but also in canon was a ”bit of a pothead” in college. Describing as having two eyes and ”grinning little freak”by the avatar of the stranger. eYeS. I've heard he's divorced the same man multiple times. Took someone out with a pipe. Sometimes he gets drawn with a pencil stash and I hate it. My favorite headcanon about him I've seen is that he can't read.

Bonus:

The tape recorders: they hear everything. Record the statements and anything else they deem necessary ”did you turn that thing on?” ”It just does that sometimes”

#the magnus pod #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #tma jon #tma s3 #tma s2 spoilers #tma sasha #tma tim #tma s1 #tma #tma shitpost #tma spoilers #tma podcast #tma martin #tma micheal shelly #tma elias #tma michael

[damiano-mylove]

Condescending Bitch

Pairing: Thomas Raggi x reader

Wc: 2.5k

Cw(s): swearing, kissing, crying, probably typos (as per usual, tell me if it sucks)

Summary: Reader breaks up with their boyfriend and Thomas consoles them.

Masterlist

If honesty be a virtue, you'd be virtuous to plainly say you'd fallen out of love with your boyfriend and you had done so a while ago. It wasn't deliberate, it was a gradual fizz wherein you found your heart warming for someone else. You felt horrible about it and that guilt had been eating at you. There was no cheating, but you didn't think you'd be able to avoid it for much longer. Not to mention, it wasn't only the non-existent feelings, Luca was just an asshole when you weren't blinded by love.

There comes a time where one must throw in the towel, and now was that time for you.

You couldn't do it at a restaurant; knowing Luca, he'd cause a scene. You couldn't do it at some meeting place; it would ruin that place forever and ever to both of you. And that shit's just not fair.

In the end, you couldn't make the decision. So you put every single item of Luca's clothing in a bag (and a couple things he'd left around your flat), and drove over to his house while you still had the nerve. You'd gathered and lost the nerve a couple times before, but the plan was already in motion now. Hell, there was no plan, but whatever you were raring to do was up and running.

You drove straight to Luca's mother's house in record time. Time flies when you're laser focused.

"Y/n!" Luca's mother exclaimed joyfully as you entered the kind looking house. How someone like Luca came out of Mrs. Batali was a wonder in and of itself. Once Mrs. Batali spotted the bag in your hand, she frowned. "Has something happened, Bambino?"

Somehow, the hardest part of this breakup would be bidding goodbye to Luca's mother, and not Luca himself. You sighed, "I'm sorry, Signora. Luca and I have been having issues for a while now."

"Oh, don't be sorry, Bambino." The older lady's kind smile returned to her face, which struck a heart string you hadn't even known existed. Mrs. Batali swayed toward you, in all of her vanilla scented goodness. She hugged you around your neck loosely, which you returned around her wide hips. "You're always welcome for dinner and a roof. Don't let the stupid boy stop you from seeing me."

God gave two gifts to this world; one of them was Mrs. Batali.

A smile cracked across your face as your chest continued to tighten and hurt. You loved this family like your own, and you loved Luca at some point. So many memories were made in the throws of this relationship, and it was all going to be thrown out the window by you. But it was too late now.

"Ti amo." Mrs. Batali placed a kiss to your forehead which made your smile even more genuine. She patted your shoulder, finally releasing you from her motherly grasp. Sadly, she raised her arm to the stairs to Luca's bedroom. "I'll be down here, if you need me."

You smiled once more to the older lady and bowed your head in silent thanks. If you uttered a word, the word would lead to tears. It seemed the two of you knew this.

It was the last thing you wanted to do right now, but you had to seal the deal.

Without your consent, your feet began moving toward the stairs then up the stairs. Your heart beat in sickening rhythm with your footsteps, but your heart seemed more heavy than your feet. It was ridiculous. You were ready to throw up, pee, or meltdown - you didn't know which one, if it was one at all.

At long last, after walking down the longest hallway of your life, you stood in front of Luca's closed door. You remembered all the times you'd breeze in, going straight into Luca's arms for a kiss. His breath wasn't always good and he was a bad kisser, but he made you feel infatuation. Now it only seemed a fraction of what you felt for the other person. Yes, God, that was why you had to do this.

You knocked. Your heart was deafening.

"Come in!"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You pushed open the door, feeling like you were having a heart attack. Luca smiled brightly at you from the light of his computer. Then he laid eyes on the bag. Don't know how, it was dark as fuck in the room. And smelt of cheap body spray and dirty clothes.

"Hey, Babe, I wasn't expecting you," Luca smiled, trying to act off the bag of his clothes and gifts in your hand. You flicked on the light as he stood up to close the door behind you.

This room is fucking disgusting. It was truly noxious.

"Alright, Luca, sit down, we've got to talk," you told him, putting on your bravest and thickest voice. It worked because the air in the room changed. The air grew thick and impossible to breath. It could've been cut with a knife. Luca sat on his bed, hands in his lap. You placed the bag on the ground and sighed, "We're breaking up."

For a second, he was unresponsive. Luca didn't say a word until he looked you in the eye, what felt like a full minute later. His bottom lip quivered. "You're dumping me?"

"You can tell people you dumped me, I don't mind," you quipped, trying to make the situation better. You did not, in fact, make the situation better. You potentially made it about thirteen times worse.

"No, you're not." Luca stood up again. Your breath caught in your throat. "We're not breaking up."

He took a few quick steps to you. You stood your ground, trying to be as brave as possible. Your mask was slipping. The last thing you wanted right now was for Luca to see that you were cracking under his gaze. That would be fucking horrendous.

All of a sudden, Luca barked out a laugh. He looked like a madman. "This is about that Thomas bitch, isn't it?" You didn't answer, and your facial expressions gave nothing away. Then Luca snapped, "Isn't it?!"

"If you want to fucking shout, we can shout," you seethed. Luca blinked angrily at you. "We're adults - act like it."

"You're a condescending bitch."

"And you're an ugly prick, but I've never complained about that. You've called me a condescending bitch about 3 times and a flat-out bitch more than a dozen," you recalled quickly, with venom dripping off each syllable. It shut Luca up. However, he began to cry. You felt nothing but hatred now. "You're one pathetic bitch to be crying over the girl who you treat like a fucking doormat." Luca only cried harder. No sympathy. You spun on your heel and opened the door.

Without a glance back, you left.

Mrs. Batali smiled at you on your way out and gave you a freshly baked bun, which you thanked her profusely for.

It didn't take long for reality to set in, however. The adrenaline faded as you drove back to your flat complex. You began crying at the wheel and completely broke down in the car park. Tears streamed down your face like rivers, snot clogged your nose. Your mouth tasted horrible so you started to eat the bun Mrs. Batali had baked. It was so good that you started crying harder.

How the fuck could you do that? At this point, you were too sad to give a fuck about sobbing in a car park at 6 in the evening. You just threw in the towel of a year long relationship, in the blink of an eye. Like it was nothing and meant nothing to you whatsoever, which wasn't true at all. You felt like a horrible person.

Your chest clogged up with emotions and stale air, your throat grew a lump that you couldn't swallow down. Now you were the pathetic one. Crying in a shitbox car over your ex while eating fucking bread.

A tap on the window scared the Jesus out of you.

When you looked at the source, the other person was looking right back at you, looking worried and confused. Leave it to Thomas to look sad just because you were sad. Thomas looked so fucking good even though a blur of teary eyelashes. He made the hand crank motion, so you rolled down your window.

"Are you okay?" Thomas asked. You just started laughing. What a stupid fucking question. Thomas began chuckling, realizing how stupid it was himself. "Fair enough. Fancy a cup of tea and a chat or shall I leave you to your car bread?"

How the fuck could he make you laugh in times like these?

You smiled then shooed him away from your car door so you could open it. He obliged and moved back, for you to get out, still with bread and keys in hand. Thomas furrowed his eyebrows as you two began walking back to the flat complex you both lived in. "Aren't you going to roll up the window?"

"How the fuck is anyone meant to steal it when all the windows are up?" It was your turn to earn a laugh from Thomas. Thomas' laugh hit your ear like honey. The sort of honey that your mother gave you to cure your sore throat before nursery. It was soothing and just the right thing for the situation.

As you walked up the stairs with Thomas, you realized he was taking you to his flat. To be fair, he was the one who offered you tea. What's he going to do? Offer you your own tea?

Thomas unlocked the ugly blue door of his flat that everyone in the building had a copy of. The second you both walked into the flat, warmth enveloped you, along with sandalwood and spices from Thomas' extensive spice cabinet. He must have been cooking earlier because it smelt Heavenly. Everything was in perfect place with just the right amount of mess and disorganization to make it seem like a home.

"I'll put the kettle on, sit anywhere," Thomas instructed after you both took your shoes off. You were wearing ratty trainers while Thomas was wearing perfectly clean Vans.

You nodded and flung yourself on one of his couches with a sigh. The couch was soft, warm and welcoming and you felt tired from crying and yelling and just the day in general. It was a shit day, that started with your toast burning and ended with this shit. A nap would really do good.

However, Thomas had other plans entirely. He placed a purple mug, full of tea with what looked like your golden ratio of milk and sugar. Thomas was your best friend, of course he knew your golden ration. You knew his. With a smile, you sat up which allowed Thomas to sit beside you and drape his arm over the back of the couch.

"Feel like telling me why you were crying in your car?" Thomas asked. You laughed lightly and sipped the piping hot tea.

"Broke up with Luca about-" you checked a clock. "-30 minutes ago."

As horrible as it sounds, Thomas' face lit up. His facial features remained the same but his beautiful green eyes lit up like candles in a dark room. "Is that so?"

"He called me a condescending bitch."

"So he hasn't gotten a new script," Thomas smiled. You chuckled lightly and sniffed. Your nose was still clogged from all the crying. You just didn't feel like blowing your nose like an elephant in front of Thomas right now. "He'll never get the chance to get a new script for you now."

"Thank God above," you sighed out with a laugh to your words. Thomas smiled. "I'll miss his mum though. Wonderful lady."

Thomas sipped his own tea and you discretely moved closer to him. It wasn't as discrete as you'd thought because Thomas picked up and moved a bit closer to you with a stupid smile on his face. "So how'd it go down?"

Like friends do, you told him everything, down to the detail. All but Luca being right, with Thomas being the other man who'd stolen your heart. That wouldn't be a key detail here because the last thing you needed today was to dump your boyfriend then directly after scare your best friend away from you forever.

But he wasn't scared off by you telling him Luca though you were leaving him for Thomas. Thomas actually smirked at that part, like the thought amused him. You didn't think anything of it actually, except for how cute Thomas was when he was smirking.

Eventually, the conversation faded and you were hip to hip with Thomas. With a sigh, he rested your head in the crook of Thomas' neck. His feather soft hair tickled the side of your face but you wanted nothing else for the moment. The scent of Thomas' cologne was prominent when you were this close to him, but you weren't going to complain about that. His arm fell from the back of the couch to around your shoulders.

Feeling Thomas' head turn to you, you looked up at him. Thomas' hand lightly squeezed you arm. Your breath hitched in your throat as you thought you were imagining Thomas observing your face.

Those gorgeous green eyes that you could stare into all day were scanning your face gently. They landed on your lush lips, then back to your eyes. All it took was a small nod for Thomas to lean in.

It was slow. It was slow, but undeniably sweet. The passion was palpable the minute your lips met his, just as you had been dreaming of for months now. His pillow-like lips were perfectly moisturized, but not over-saturated. The lip balm he used was strawberry flavoured and you'd never admired strawberry flavoured lip balm as you were in this moment.

As suddenly as it began, it ended.

Thomas leaned back for a second, looking guilty. "You need time to get over Luca, this is wrong."

"I've been over Luca for months." You placed a kiss to his lips, which Thomas accepted for a second, then backed out of again. You groaned. "Thomas, Luca was right. I'm in love with you."

In a stunned silence, Thomas' cheeks turned bright red. A broad smile grew on his face and you felt confident in your confession. You meant it, surely, but now you were confident that you did the right thing in telling Thomas.

"I've been in love with you since we went to the Capitoline." Thomas' voice cracked as he made his confession. Your heart bustled with warmth. He'd been pining for you all this time just to watch you run with Luca.

You couldn't take your aching heart. Grabbing Thomas' face gently, you pressed your lips to his again. He gladly returned this kiss with fervour and renewed zeal. Nothing else mattered while your lips were joined with Thomas' lips. Nothing would ever be able to induce the utter happiness and peace you'd felt in this moment.

After the kiss lasting for a while, Thomas pulled you to sit on his lap. He cupped your sweet face gently and smiled into your brilliant eyes. He kissed your nose. "May I tell you something else, Y/n?"

"Anything."

"I don't think you're a condescending bitch."

#måneskin #maneskin #thomas raggi #thomas maneskin #thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi fanfiction #manskin fanfiction #x reader