#and I'm always going to try to explain. generally gently... how these things are hurtful to me personally

[deoidesign]

I'm sorry if what I say is wrong in any way, I don't mean to offend you, it's just something I'm not completely sure about. Does Adam use he/they or they/them pronouns? I think I saw a post of yours where you said that Adam uses he/they, but it was a while ago and now I'm not completely sure (and I don't want to use the wrong pronouns)

I know you don't mean anything by it, but I am sad that so many of the asks I get start with people saying "I'm sorry, I don't want to offend you" or some variation thereof, followed by completely normal questions. I think I may have been responding too harshly to too many things and given the impression that I'll jump at people for being wrong...

But asking clarifying questions is always okay. I mean, it's also okay to be wrong and even offensive. What matters is if you learn from it when someone points out that it was wrong or offensive. I won't stop telling people they're saying something hurtful if they are, but I don't want that to lead people to be scared of me or something.

Correcting people is always just about correcting them, not hurting them. It's okay to need to be corrected, were all learning new things every day.

Anyways Adam uses he/they, you remembered correctly

#i dont like when people pry about personal things #especially not when it's accusatory. I'm admittedly sensitive to a lifetime of people denying my identity #people saying i dont count as bi. or nonbinary. or disabled. #and so i tend to take questions around these as people trying to 'sus me out' as a fake or something... #and I'm always going to try to explain. generally gently... how these things are hurtful to me personally #or in the case of my characters how certain things can (in my opinion) be harmful mindsets to have #but i dont carry them with me and im not mad #im just 26 and kinda tired of making myself small to make other people more comfortable. #so. if im uncomfortable ill just say jt! #and ill do my best to explain why so people can maybe learn from it #but as someone who. i talked about this recently elsewhere. as someone who has anger management issues #and unfortunately has had to deal with people i care deeply about being scared of me... #it just makes me sad to see anons being scared of me. #that's all #im not upset or anything. just trying to be a better person. #I'm learning everyday too #asks #anon

[wanderingjedi77]

Armorer x Fem!Reader x Bo (Wonder)

Summary: Six months after talking to Armorer and Bo about wanting a child, a pregnant reader adjusts to their new life.

Sequel to Always

You groaned as you sat in the chair, hand on your heavy stomach as Koska placed a pillow behind your back. You were grateful for your friend, always keeping to your side when Bo and the Armorer could not.

Your first pregnancy had been turbulent, and you were only five months along. You had your ups and downs, mood swings, sickness, generally feeling like an overinflated balloon. But they never had an unkind word for you. Always suggesting remedies to help you. Telling you how much they loved you.

"How is our Lady doing today?"

You looked up to see Ahsoka smiling at you, and you relaxed. "I feel like I'm going to burst. Can't you use some jedi trick to make this baby grow faster?"

Ahdoka laughed. "I wish I could. Unfortunately the force doesn't work that way."

You sigh sharply, and Ahsoka examines you more closely. "I know it hurts, but keep on your feet as much as possible."

"Okay." You look at Koska and she shrugs at you.

"She's the Jedi. I'm just moral support." Koska jokes. You swat her arm, and hear heavy footsteps approaching. No, you think. It's two sets of foot steps.

"Are we having a party on my balcony?"

You smiled as both Bo and the Armorer come into view, and Bo smiled back when she sees you.

"Good morning cyar'ika." The Armorer greets gently. "I was wondering where you ran off to."

You lean up and kiss Bo before looking at the Armorer, amused. "Maybe if someone wasn't such a blanket theif, I would have slept in longer."

Bo laughed.

"She's not wrong. I was cold too."

You lean your head back as Bo wraps an arm around you, tired. "I could get used to all this attention." You say suddenly, enjoying the company even though you don't really want to be fussed over..

Ahsoka smiles. "We all spent time with you before."

"Yes. But I feel...I don't know. I feel different. I appreciate how much all of you are doing for me." You say, embarrassed. Sometimes, the attention was too much though. You felt bad.

Koska squeezes your shoulder.

"Don't be stupid. Why wouldn't we help."

You shrug, and the Armorer tilts her head.

"You look exhausted, baby girl." She says, and looks at Ahsoka and Koska. "Could you leave us with our wife? I'd like to get her into bed."

"I bet you would." Ahsoka teases, and there's a collective groan.

"Ahsoka."

"What? I was teasing." Ahsoka laughed. "Come on Koska, we can find more interesting things to do."

You watched them leave with a wave, and startled when the Armorer picked you up, making a noise of protest.

"Hey!"

"Let me get you to bed." The Armorer lays you down gently in the bed, and you feel your aching muscles relax as Bo comes up and lays down next to you. The Armorer sits and pulls your legs into her own lap and runs her hands soothingly up and down.

"You know you don't have to do all of this." You tell them, feeling a little annoyed. "I can take care of myself. I'm not full term yet." You try to explain. You felt bad really, you didn't want to keep them away from their jobs.

"I know. But we love you." Bo explains. She reaches over and puts a hand on your stomach, curling on her side to loom at it better as you huff in protest.

The Armorer meets your gaze and takes off her own glove before copying Bo. You watch them for a few moments, their eyes so full of love. Maybe this wasn't a bad thing? They hadn't even met yoir baby and they wanted to be close to both of you all the time.

"Do you think it's too early to recite the creed?"

The Armorer looked at Bo. "They can't talk yet Bo. At least let our little one come out of their mother's stomach."

Bo sighed. "I know. I'm just excited."

"I know you are my sweet girl." The Armorer looked up at you, and you smiled at her.

"We love you too, baby girl." The Armorer adds, and you blew them a kiss. Bo winked at you and you laughed.

"I know you do." You answer. You reach down to pull them up, one on either side of you. Bo settles her hand on your hip and the Armorer around your shoulders. "I love you both so much, even if I think you fuss too much about me and the baby."

"We do it because it's our baby too. And you are our wife, my love." Bo replies, kissing you on the cheek, and you settle down more, the tiredness coming back.

Warmed by their words and their you relax, soothed and comforted. You just want to sleep.

And so, you do.

#star wars #the mandalorian #bo katan kryze #the armorer #star wars mandalorian #star wars the mandalorian season 3 #nitearmor #bo katan x the armorer #bo katan x reader #bo katan x female reader #the armorer x fem!reader #the armorer x reader #koska reeves #ahsoka tano #request completed #i hope you like this

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

tmi but tried anal the other day.. hated it… y’all are brave asf honestly idk how y’all do that

but anyways like in fics when you try new things it always goes smoothly but that’s so unrealistic like i want a fic where sam or one of them tries anal w you and it’s just not it at all so y’all switch it up. i love fluffy smut like that

Good for you for trying babe! It's not everyone's thing it's my thing lol but atleast you tried! Also anal (or sex in general) is so not as easy as fics make it out to be! And yes absolutely I love moments like this.

"Do you wanna try... um, something, different?" Sam asks, his hand running over your ass. "Yeah? You wanna try anal?" You ask him, a little nervous. "I mean, only if you want to." He says timidly, his hand coming up to rest on your waist, just the idea made you excited. Why not try it? You'll never know until you try? "Yeah." "Yeah?" Sam asks softly, his face excited. "We need some lube." You smile as you kiss him, the two of you rolling around, kissing, undressing, touching all over until the two of you are face to face, laying beneath Sam. "You ready, angel?" Sam asks his hands softly caressing your thighs.

"Yes please." You sigh wistfully as he kisses you sweetly. You watch as he leans over to the bedside table and grabs the bottle of lube. "Roll over for me, princess." He says softly, kissing your cheek. You smile as you turn on to your stomach, presenting your ass to him. His hands gently run up the back of your thighs, he kisses gently up the sensitive skin of your legs, his long hair skimming along the expanse of your legs. He gently presses sloppy kisses up your body, his lips venturing up your thighs up to your ass.

Feeling his warm breath and lips so close to you like this makes you drip. Sam spreads your ass for him, his tongue gently and slowly lapping up from your pussy to your ass, your eyes roll into your head. Sam sighs against you, his breath sending a shiver all over you. His tongue gently prying at your hole, helping you relax and unwind at his mouth.

"Taste so pretty." He whispers against you making you whimper, Sam's finger rolls gently over your hole, his presence feels incredible yet so foreign to you. You can feel him shift on the bed, grabbing the lube and warming it in his hand before his lube covered thumb glides over your hole, slipping ever so gently inside of you. You moan at the feeling, the little added presence feels almost nice. "Breathe baby doll, just relax pretty girl." He reminds you as he starts to rub lube all over his cock.

You feel him slide against your ass, "So pretty baby." He sighs, you take in a deep breath as he nudges the tip inside of you. You try not to move as he presses against you, "So tight, fuck." Sam mutters under his breath, his other hand sweetly holding your hip. He inches in, more of a grunt than a moan passes your lips and he stops, noticing you laying as still as a board. "You okay baby? Did I hurt you?" He asks concerned. "Just, ah, feels weird. I don't know if I like this." You explain. "Hey that's okay, we can stop, we don't have to keep going. Let me just-" He slowly and gently pulls out of you, you groan at the emptiness.

"It just felt so, wrong, I guess? Just really overwhelming, I think." You explain, rolling over to look at Sam. "I'm sorry." You say, feeling as though you owe him an apology for some reason. "No, baby, no that's okay, you don't have to apologize! I only want what you want, and if it doesn't feel good I don't wanna do that. We can do something else if you want to or if you wanna stop we can stop-" "No, no I want you so bad baby, I just wanna feel you." You interrupt him, wanting to just be held by him, to touch him and kiss him the way you know feels good.

"We can do that pretty baby. Wanna make you feel good." He smiles, his voice beautifully raspy as he comes down to kiss you, holding you close to him, resting his body against yours. The two of you making love together and relishing in the feeling of him all over you.

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(Safety sex tip: if you have anal sex then move to having vaginal sex, you should make sure your partner or whatever toy you're using is cleaned before entering your vagina to keep from getting an infection.)

#its okay when things dont work out it only means you tried and now you know more of what you do and dont like #wild wednesday #gvf #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #jake gvf #danny wagner #sam kiszka #josh gvf #danny gvf #sam gvf

[arithecreatorsstuff]

Brother's Keeper

Abel wakes up. And his new sister has a chat with him.

I had just finished my nap with the Doctor, whom made an amazing recovery in a few hours time. We were just setting up a... ahem... follow up appointment when the "Oh Shit!" alarm, as the Security guys call it, started blaring.

"Agent Rabbit, report to 076 Containment immediately. Repeat, Agent Rabbit, report to 076 Containment immediately. All other personell are to report to the Designated Safe Zones as instructed. 343 help us all."

"Great. I now have to go see what kind of crap the big Sumerian meathead is trying to pull this time. Chances are, my darling, I may be back soon, but as a patient."

"Be careful, sweet Angeline. Or I might just have to cure him."

"I'm not sure if he has the Pestilence yet, unless being the biggest jerk in history is a symptom. Nevertheless... I'm going to be very careful with him."

"I hope you have a plan."

"I do. I'm just hoping it never moves beyond step one: explain to him he's not just killing people, but causing untold amounts of pain and grief. If all else fails... there's always Dr. Clef's favorite prescription, several rounds to the head from a shotgun." I give my dearest one final kiss for luck, and try to talk my idiot brother out of something stupid.

I reach his containment unit, brace myself, and go in. The security guards on the turret guns are, amazingly, merely terrified, and alive. Good. Big Brother is pacing in front of his cube, but he's unarmed for a nice change. Which means I can try being logical with him. For now. He looks up, and sees me.

"You came back? I tried to kill you, and you came back." He sighs. "You're braver than I thought, Little Sister."

"Siblings fight all the time. It doesn't mean they don't care about each other. Besides, I can kinda get the whole urge to go on a rampage thing. I'm not condoning it, but I can undestand it." I sit down cross-legged, and he follows suit. "That being said, I asked to take a look at your file a while back. It says you vastly prefer killing to causing pain. Okay, but... by killing every single human you come in contact with, you cause their families untold amounts of it. Think about it. Every one of them, someone's father, or sister, or brother. Sons, daughters, wives... grandchildren, cousins, friends, even coworkers... they all suffer for every single person you kill. I suffer each time you break out and go nuts. Not just because I care for a lot of people here, but because I care about you too. And, having to hurt you hurts me even more." I look him in the eye, steel grey to ocean blue. "I don't want to hurt you. You're my big brother, and I love you. Besides, you've been through enough."

He blinks, processing. Then, something anomalous even by our generous standards happens. He's thinking. Really thinking, and about his behavior.

"I'm sorry, Little Sister. It is true, I have endured many trials. I fought, and killed, and never thought about it, I was so blinded by my rage. But, it may be too late to change for me, my sister. My whole life has been a battlefield. Secretly, I tire of it at times. It is, however, all I know. How do I change? Can I even?"

"Change takes time. But... that's not a problem for you, is it?" I grab my brother's hand, and gently squeeze. "I'll be here to help. Just take it one step at a time, just like learning any skill. I'm not expecting miracles here."

"Very well. I will try not to kill anyone not trying to kill us first. After all, a good brother should protect his younger siblings as a shepherd tends their flock, but will fight off any threat to them. You and Iris, you're all I have now. My sisters. And woe to anyone who harms either of you."

"That cuts both ways. Anyone trying to hurt you, Iris, hell, even Clef... it won't be pretty. Family takes care of their own. Granted, Clef is clearly the weird uncle no one talks about but still somehow shows up to all the functions, but he's family." Abel laughs. I think I like him laughing a lot more, he has this huge laugh. It shakes him all over. His eyes are squinted a bit, and he's turning slightly pink in his cheeks. Eventually, the laughter dies down.

We're still talking when a nervous Security guy approaches.

"Uh... is everything okay here? Should I tell Site Command to relax now?" Abel and I exchange quick glances. He then gives the guard a thumbs up. The guard looks like he's about to simultaneously need new trousers and faint, but the alert is called off. Big Brother and I stand up. I hug my brother, glad he at least heard me out. He ruffles my hair, and steps back into his cube. Like I told him, I'm not expecting a miracle. But at least him not killing anyone today is a start.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #scp 076 2 #agent rabbit #scp oc

[kim-poce]

A Witch's Tale

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16

Corva quietly slipped out of the guest room and silently shut the door behind her. She followed the source of the concerning emotions back to their source, another room in the house. From this close, she could almost make out the sound of people talking.

She gently tapped one finger on the door in the quietest attempt at a knock she could give.

The panic, which had slowly started to ebb, surged sharply enough to make Corva flinch. The protective anger of the second person turned outward, to a more destructive kind of anger. She had no doubt that person would do whatever it took to keep their friend safe.

Corva almost left, then. These people didn't want her there, so why should she stay? But no. She had come this far, and she needed to know what was truly going on here. No use backing down now.

"Come in," came a soft call from the room.

Corva turned the knob, finding it unlocked. Strange; she would have expected anyone as scared as these people to have locked the door at the very least. She opened it just far enough to slip inside, then shut it behind her.

There were two people inside, sitting together on the bed. One was dark-skinned with long red hair, bright red eyes, horns, and a tail. They were glaring at Corva as if daring her to try anything. The second was tan, with pale hair cut just above their shoulders and yellow-gold eyes.

"Hello," she said softly. "I'm Corva."

How could she explain the situation best...

"I was a little bit lost, and am imposing on Melanie's hospitality for the evening," she continued. "I'm not from here, and I don't know or understand the local rules and customs. Melanie explained little about how she's bonded to her familiars, but she made it sound like everything was idyllic here.

"But I'm an empath. I sensed you panicking, and that doesn't fit with her story of how things work around here. I was hoping you could maybe explain things more, and give me a perspective that Melanie can't or won't."

She looked between the two of them. The red-head was looking at her with wariness now rather than outright anger, and the blonde was almost... wistful, maybe. Cautiously hopeful.

It spurred Corva to add, "And then, if you need and want my assistance, maybe I can help you."

Next

Crossovers - Masterlist

CW: lady whumpee (past trauma).

=-=

Nevaeh kept holding Briar close, in a way that would be hard to get free without hurting her, a thing Briar would never do.

"I... I don't know much about how Melanie is bounded with the others," she started cautiously, trying to ease her heart, "I believe she went through the proper process in court for them. They aren't mixed, after all, they probably wouldn't make just any contract."

Briar gritted his teeth, remembering the contract he signed, one too unfair for the court, but still valid and working.

"She is bounded as any witch is," Briar said, knowing that if he kept silent Neveah would just force herself to talk through the fear.

He gestured to the collar around his neck, comfortable but always there, partially covering the scars Pavel gave him, almost nothing compared with the scars under Nevaeh's.

"Old signs and everything. She also does whatever the hell she wants as any fucking wi-" he stopped when Nevaeh tightened her grip, keeping talking like this would only get her more scared.

"I don't think I can tell you anything about her that isn't common knowledge about witches in general. I don't know her anyway."

"A-about the panic-" Nevaeh started, ignoring Briar's whispers saying she didn't need to talk. "I-I it was just a-a nightmare," it wasn't a lie. "I-it was about- about something else. We don't need help."

Briar watched the woman who was blocking the way out of the room, he got his share of getting help from random women, and someone who just entered the room like this can't be trustworthy.

It's not like he is desperate to run away now, he still wants to, he will someday, but not today.

=-=

@cupcakes-and-pain, @latenightcupsofcoffee, @rose-pinkie

#whump #A Witch's tale #the Witch's Lair #lady whump #asks #wolfeyedwitch

[busterbeaver]

Thanks for letting me rant.

My first memory of system-like activity comes when I was...12, maybe? I went through a pretty traumatic abandonment at the time, and...someone developed.

I called her Queen. She was mean, and cruel, and delighted in breaking people. Driving them to things like suicide and meltdowns. As far as I know, nobody ever actually got hurt, but it's scary to think I had such little control over what was happening. Worse, I blamed myself in a way, since I could still...remember and see what was happening. But I never referred to her as myself; somehow, something in me knew she was not me.

She stuck with me for a while, lashing out whenever I got afraid. Whenever I thought I would be hurt or attacked. Mostly online. Eventually, though...that hatred for perceived wrongdoing turned to self-hatred for not being good enough, and she faded away. I'm...not sure it was better.

Fast forward a couple years, I'm 16-18. I have...other experiences. If something needs to get done, usually cooking or cleaning, and I can't do it, someone else does. Like donning a mask, my tone and emotional state and sense of self change. I named her Ruina. She hasn't come out in...a while. I worry for her.

Along with her is...a boy, I think? Xay, I called him. He seems to be some kind of older brother to me - kind and comforting, almost always inside my mind in case I have to run from something. Always ready to come closer to the front if I get too lonely.

There have been various other shifts, and twice now I've heard a voice say something to me, once was a woman saying "Psst- I'm still here", the second I can't remember. I'm trying to figure out who's who, who's even real, and what they might look like.

As for any sort of inner world...back when I was 12, I imagined my headspace as a large garden, with white-stone walls and colorful plants. A place for my emotions to exist. To understand my feelings.

Nowadays...it feels like that place is in ruins. Like it needs saving. Ruina tends the old plants and some kind of library; Queen seems to have settled into one of the old towers, crumbling and isolated. Xay is...somewhere else. Somewhere warm and...yellow, is the only way I can describe it. He loves oranges and yellows and browns; warm, bright colors.

It's all just...so confusing. And sometimes I can go months without any contact and then suddenly bam, it's like someone is looking over my shoulder, gently asking "How have you been?"

But I never hear them. I never see them, never have any further proof they're there. But there's this...deep, intense desire. This deeply personal wish that maybe one day I'll have this odd head-family, that they'll finally be able to speak on their own.

It feels scary to admit it like that. I've told before, and mostly the response is; "I hate living like this, why are you romanticizing something that brings me so much trouble? You're awful."

But I know it would be hard. I know it would be complicated. I know it would cause problems. But I need them. They're there, somewhere. My brain feels so, so, so uncomfortably quiet when it's just me. I can't explain it except that,

They are part of me. They are there. I can feel them. I can feel them, sitting there, by themselves. Waiting. Trying to speak. To reach out. They just need a bridge.

I just need to learn to make that bridge.

So, first of all, how did you get that many characters in an ask. 😭

Second, that is... a lot. We've had people go quiet before, but it's generally in periods of intense (very-specific) stress. When we've calmed down, everyone is still there.

You should know that you're not fetishizing anything, anon. A lot of anti-endos (commonly called "sysmeds", although we dislike that term) will say that you are, but you're not.

Just from what we can see, it sounds like you're having issues with communication. We've heard that journaling, meditating, or simply talking to your headmates can help with that. (But communication has never been an issue for us, so take that with a grain of salt.)

And know that you might not have tangible proof that they're there. I'm the host, and I don't really "hear" or "see" my headmates, not in a literal sense. (If you do literally see or hear your headmates, please see a doctor.) It's more of a feeling, this sort of... the way that the house feels different with other people in it, even if they're asleep.

Also, it's okay to not have a system, too! It's okay to spend some time in the community and then realize "No, these were actually just OCs or personifications of emotions or whatever after all." That's something that's not stated enough, but if it doesn't feel right, it doesn't feel right.

Do some soul searching. Try not to let other people influence what you think. Having a system can be a great experience, but it can also be tough too. Don't try to force yourself to be something you're not.

Hopefully that made sense, and our inbox is always open if you want to talk!

#duran.txt

[ciaraloves]

Okay, I'm not trying to come into your asks to cause trouble I'm just confused and a little concerned. I'm really really glad you're watching and enjoying kp, I'm always so happy when I see someone new in the tag freaking out, it brings me so much joy. However, your condemning kimchay because of a few years age difference while simultaneously being pro vegasporsche is making my head hurt. I'm all for shipping whoever you want to ship, but the amount of ick ew kimchay I'm seeing from you when vegas literally tried to SA porsche is uh... idk it doesnt make sense. Kimchay is completely g rated, and a few years difference is really nothing at all, especially in comparison to SA. Like, I'm honestly hoping you can explain your thoughts on this cause, uh, what? Anyway, welcome to the fandom?

hi anon

okay I am going to answer this in two parts

1. I am not a kimchay anti or some kimchay hater who’s going to fill the kimchay tag with terrible takes and derogation of them. once I finish kinnporsche I will have absolutely zero interaction with kimchay, and beyond a reblog or two of kinnporsche content I probably won’t interact with the kinnporsche fandom. so I promise I’m not out here trying to establish myself as a fandom regular and/or a kimchay anti I was really just voicing my thoughts as I was watching the episode

2. even if the age gap isn’t that big (as far as the last couple anons and people have said chay is 18 and kim is 21?) their relationship in general doesn’t sit well with me.

it looks like chay’s feelings are coming from a place of admiration, worship and puppy love -> there’s nothing wrong with this but it does highlight how young and naive he is

whereas kim’s feelings (or rather actions) look to be coming from a place of “curiosity” and “i wonder what would happen if I did this thing-“ and not really any feelings of love or care

(aka the: “I love you, do you love me?” scene really shows both chay’s naivety and kim’s feelings)

I just think chay is too young and innocent to be engaging in a relationship with someone like kim who is not only older but lives a lifestyle full of violence and trauma. the gap in emotional maturity is huge (even if the age gap isn’t)

all this being said, I can see from the anon’s I’ve gotten and the interactions I’ve had with the kimchay live-blogging posts that this seems to be a very needled topic in the fandom and therefore I will probably strive to stay far away from it while I finish this show

thank you for asking so gently :) I really appreciate it. and I hope I don’t spoil your (or anyone else’s) kimchay appetite.

I very much live by the philosophy: ship who you want to ship it’s all fake and happiness is the only thing that matters

I also live by the philosophy that the things we interact with in fiction do not translate to the things we are okay (or not okay) with in real life. it’s about knowing your boundaries and using critical thinking to say, “hey this is pretty fucked up and if I saw this in real life I would be disgusted and scared but this is a fictional universe where the actions and consequences of characters are contained within this piece of media and I am interacting with it without engaging in those actions in real life. my feelings for the content are based within the context of the show and not within what I do or don’t do in real life”

sending gentleness always :)

#I would also like to clarify I’m not pro or anti anyone #I just see things I like and dislike and I yell about them with fervour #this is about as far as my interaction will go #now that I’ve rambled on endlessly I’m going back to watching #pete has just found out who the traitor is and I’m excited #ciara watches kinnporsche #kinnporsche #anon loves #ciara’s convos

[books-and-catears]

Hopefully I'm not bothering once again but I wanted to share yet another thingy thing I thought of

Mc suddenly didn't show up for 2 classes, so one of the brothers goes to search for them, and see that- They fell asleep, and a small cerberus puppy was asleep on them as well (basically just,, like a different breed of cerberus)

Awww this ask is so freaking adorable I can't~ thank you so much. YOU NEVER BOTHER ME. Ask as much as you want I'm always delighted.

EXTREME FLUFF ALERT.

Lucifer

You're usually a pretty responsible student. Of course you occasionally bunk a class because either Mammon drags you onto one of his misadventures or Belphie doesn't let you leave till late.

But two classes in a row? He didn't like the sound of that. What are you becoming MC?

"Where did you see them last?" Lucifer inquires around as he tries to find you.

It didn't take him too long, you are at the house itself. In the living room, near the window.

With your head tilted against the headrest, your eyes closed in deep sleep. You even had your uniform on. And what's that in your lap? A puppy?

A three headed puppy lay curled up in your lap, all three heads asleep and nuzzling at stomach.

Lucifer broke into a smile, his face reddening. Damnit who gave you the right to look this cute?

If this is the reason you didn't show up... Well he can write some absent notes for you.

Gets his jacket to cover both and the pupper up.

Strictly warns his brothers not to go in and disturb you.

Mammon

"Oi human! Pick up the damn phone!" He keeps trying to call but you don't pick up. And then sighs knowing you probably can't even hear your DDD cause you keep it on silent.

Classes are boring as they are, now he's even more restless. You are the one person who helps in concentrate in class. Two at a time is too much to take!

Starts hunting for you in the all classrooms and then heads home.

Oh look there's MC! "MC what are ya doing at home- OH!" Shuts up when he sees you sleeping, holding a puppy in your arms.

Involuntarily snaps like 50 pictures of you. One of them is his wallpaper now.

IT'S NOT LIKE YOU LOOK CUTE OR ANYTHING! He just couldn't help it!

Also grumbles at the puppy for a while out of jealousy.

Stays next to you until you wake up.

Leviathan

MC where are you!!! The second class just ended!!! Are you bunking on purpose LOL - Levi constantly kept texting you like this and yet no replies.

Now who will ramble to about the new TSL series? No this is too much.

Gets busy looking for you. Man this is just like that anime 'Hunting down my missing best friend or else I die of boredom'!

Starts a whole detective game sequence where he interacts with anything and everything to get a clue of where you are.

He almost nosebleeds when he sees you and the puppy curled up and sleeping.

Too cute MC. Too cute. You're killing him.

Took a lot of pictures and but it didn't feel like enough. Also low-key jealous of the puppy.

So he just sits there and starts drawing you and the puppy in anime style with different costumes.

Satan

'MC you're missing important classes, are you okay?' He also sends you a message. Usually you reply to him almost instantly. He gets worried when you don't.

He usually takes down notes for you and explains when he gets back. And he is certain that sometimes you miss classes just so he can teach you instead.

Detective Satan mode activated. He is also the fastest at finding you.

When he says fast asleep with a puppy on your lap, he breaks into a chuckle.

How typical. You fell asleep exactly the same way in his room with a two kittens on your lap last week.

He also takes a photo adding to his secret gallery 'MC + pets'. It's top secret.

Gently raises your head and places a pillow so your neck doesn't hurt when you wake up.

Decides to stay by your side and make notes for you till you wake up.

Asmodeus

Why isn't MC picking up his calls?! MC stop stressing him out, it's bad for his skin!

If you were planning to skip classes, then you could have joined him in a shopping spree instead.

Promptly starts a search for you by charming whoever he can. Creates so much fuss over a missing human.

Eventually Satan tells him and he finds you at home in deep sleep with a cute puppy on your lap.

INSTANT PHOTOSHOOT FOR DEVILGRAM!

He will literally set up the lighting and clean up the surroundings so fast and so noiselessly.

He secretly marvels at how much you've accepted Devildom as your own.

A three headed puppy doesn't even faze you, you love and hold it all the same.

Falls asleep next to you. Extra beauty sleep? Yes please.

Beelzebub

MC isn't in class? Perhaps they're in the cafeteria? He's usually lost in his own thoughts about what to have for lunch so he didn't notice at first

MC come back he needs to share his snacks. He even got your favourite pudding.

Almost sniffs you out like a dog when he goes home. He chuckles and smiles, as he sees you in deep sleep while the puppy lies on your lap, it's tail wrapped around your finger.

It reminds him of how Belphie used to hold Beel while sleeping when they were kids.

Carries you so gently to the bed, puppy and all and covers you up with a blanket. And he does it flawlessly cause he has had to do it with Belphie before.

Leaves your favorite pudding and school lunch all wrapped up on the table for you to have when you wake up.

Belphegor

He could tell MC wasnt in class cause he couldn't sleep well. He generally sat beside or behind MC, their presence gave him the better sleep.

Of course none of his idiot brothers know where MC is. Ugh. Why does he have to everything around here?

He goes straight home, he knows there is nowhere you like to be alone at school. And he is right when he finds you.

How can someone possibly look so cute when they're sleeping? He cups your cheek and runs a hand through your hair like you do to him when he's asleep.

Also that's a lucky puppy to be sleeping in your lap. He knows it's where he sleeps best.

Also takes a picture and sets it as his screensaver.

And then he gently shoves the puppy aside and rests his own head on your lap and falls fast asleep.

#obey headcannons #obey me imagine #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me lucifer #obey me asmo #obey me fluff #obey me game #obey me mc #obey x mc #obey me belphegor #obey me Beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan

[krxideprnz-archive]

I saw now you opened requests for Genshin Impact! I was wondering if I could request something with Xiao? I'm pretty soft when it comes with him, since poor baby already passed through a lot. So maybe the reader would be pegging him for the first time as a try out to see if he enjoys it? Maybe some rimjob in the middle of it and of course some praises for him! 👉👈💖💖

Thank you for your request sweetie 🥰 this was a fun to write, I hope I didn’t make him too ooc.

Sub! Xiao x Dom! Reader

Minors dni - mature content

pegging / praises / pet names

Things always seemed to move rather quick with you two.

You never guessed the quiet and reserved adeptus Xiao could be bold and needy at times. And it always surprised you when he did. Even now, after all these months.

Your teeth played with his bottom lip as you angled your head against his to gain better access to his mouth.

Xiao’s rough hands had a strong grip on your waist as he let out uncontrollable whimpers. With unusual boldness he started to climb on top of you, grinding against your knee in desperation.

When you parted your lips, a thin string of saliva connecting the both of you, he spoke.

“Y/N… please, it hurts-“ his erection was pressing against his underwear, dampening the material from his arousal. You didn’t want to deny him of course, but you had something different in mind for today, something you were sure he’d enjoy.

“Xiao.. baby, I got something for you… do you want me to show you?” you spoke, looking at him expectantly.

The adeptus responded with a reluctant nod, nonetheless interested in what you wanted to present to him. His eyes were glued to you as you rummaged through your drawer.

You could only imagine the surprise on his flushed face when you returned to him with a blue dildo attached to a strap.

His eyes were wide as he tried to understand what you wanted to do with the unfamiliar toy in your hands.

“I was thinking. If you’re okay with it, id like to fuck you with this.. I promise I’ll make you feel pleasure you’ve never experienced before” he swallowed hard at your words.

You wanted to do what?

Though your velvety voice and sultry eyes won him over before you could even explain anything. The adeptus trusted you, and he knew you had his best interest in mind, and that also applied to the bedroom.

So without hesitation, he nodded shyly, avoiding his gaze, staring seemingly into nothing.

“Can I be a little rough with you?” came your question, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable after all.

“Y-yes..” it was adorable how shy he was. He noticed you pointing to your desk.

“Undress and bend over” the blush on Xiao’s cheeks traveled further on his body as he slowly relieved himself of his many layers of clothing. His beautiful porcelain skin was soon on full display, chest flushed and nipples perked. All ready for you.

You encouraged him to go to the desk, watching him bend over and look over his shoulder from time to time. Xiao felt scared when he didn’t hear or see you for a while.

“(Y/N)- you don’t- hah!” He felt your lips on his back as he flinched in surprise, your mouth trailing further and further down his body.

You spread his cheeks with your hand and he grabbed onto the desk for support when we felt your tongue on his hole.

The unfamiliar feeling made waves of pleasure flow through his body.

Your fingers soon joined in, working him open and thoroughly preparing him for what was about to come.

The adeptus felt your digits move inside of him diligently, making scissoring motions as you dragged along his walls. Each thrust made him release breathy moans and surprised gasps, even though he mostly tried to keep quiet.

His knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping the edge of the table.

“Can you- ngh! Can you start..?“ Xiao cried out when he tried to create some friction on his hardened member. You gently shushed him as you stepped away from his body to step into the strap.

Once you were ready, you put a generous amount of lube on the toy before stepping closer.

His back arched when the tip of the strap started to penetrate his ass.

“Ah-! I- Gah!” He was being stretched out so thoroughly, his walls clinging tightly to the dildo as you pushed in further and further into him.

“Color?”

“G-green..” he breathed out before gasping aloud when you moved even deeper.

“I’m inside” you pressed soft kisses to his shoulder and trailing your fingers over his tattoo, sighs of pleasure leaving the adeptus’ lips.

After a while of adjusting and soft movements, he finally gave you permission to fuck him.

And you didn’t need to be told twice.

The desk banged against the wall in rhythm with your harsh thrusts, Xiaos sweet high pitched moans only adding to the erotic atmosphere. His back arched, wich allowed you to push onto him at a different angle, hitting that wonderfully sensitive spot deep inside of him. You made him see stars, and his loud moans told you as much.

“There-! Fuck! right there!” He almost screamed out, he was completely oblivious to how loud he was being, completely sucked into the ocean of pleasure you were providing.

His eyes were squeezed shut as tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, lips swollen from being bitten so hard.

“Look how good you’re being for me.. you’re amazing” you whispered against his ear. Your hands were roaming around his body, caressing and squeezing everywhere you could reach. Your pants only spurred him on further, meeting your thrusts with his own.

“You’re doing so well” your words and your fast and rough movements made the tears finally escape his eyes as he clenched down around the toy hard.

“I think- oh! It’s- I’m-!” he couldn’t finish his sentence as he released all over the desk with the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen.

The tattoo on his toned arms was glowing in a beautiful shade of turquoise along with the strands of his hair, lighting up the room with the beautiful color as he screamed out your name, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks from his intense high.

He looked like a work of art.

You fucked him through his orgasm until he almost passed out on the desk, completely spent from the unique experience.

“Did you enjoy it honey?” you gently asked as you kissed his neck.

“Mhm..” he only hummed as he fell back into your chest.

He whined as you pulled out, putting the toy aside to clean later and bringing Xiao to your shared bed.

“Sleep tight babyboy”

#dom!reader #xiao x reader #sub xiao #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #xiao smut

[undiscovered-horizon]

Imagine taking care of Peter after his "vigilante" nights.

Shortly after you rang the doorbell, a lovely older face appeared, smiling, to open the door for you.

"(Y/N)!" she exclaimed. "It's so good to see you!"

"The feeling's mutual, mrs. Parker." You gave her a polite smile and followed her inside the house.

"Please, call me May." She walked towards the kitchen. "If you want to talk to Peter, I'm afraid this isn't the right time. He came home in the middle of the night, bruised and snappy."

Aunt May was bustling around the kitchen trying to get you a drink while sharing her worries about Peter. It was very obvious that she cared about him dearly and feared for him even more after the death of her husband. Truthfully, she wasn't alone in her troubles as the change in Peter's behavior made you worried and, most of all, nervous. You knew him pretty well, which meant you half expected him to get beaten up standing up for someone. Although it was one of the reasons you couldn't help but fall in love with him, it always left you worried for him: what if, next time he tries to save the day, he gets one punch too much?

"Actually, I just popped in to give back a book I borrowed," you explained while May handed you a glass of water. That was only a part of the reason you showed up at Parkers' doorstep. Right next to the book, in your bag, you had a handful of various medical "aids" Peter might need. What was up with him?

"Should I go get him?" May asked.

"No need, I'll go upstairs myself." You knew that whatever secret he was keeping, aunt May was the last person he would tell just because of her tendency to worry sick about him.

May Parker didn't stop you from going to Peter's room, although you could tell she wasn't exactly happy. In her mind, people pestering her nephew would only worsen the situation, making him even more upset with the added pressure. She wanted him to be okay and time showed that she didn't know how to do that anymore: the game was the same but the rules have changed and she was unsure what to do about that.

The stairs creaked under your weight, no doubt alarming Peter that an intruder has taken interest in him. Whatever he could have been doing, the floor was completely silent.

You gently knocked on his bedroom door and called out to him. For a moment you were facing silence, the lack of reaction upset you. Was he ignoring you? Then you heard the rustling of feet being quickly, albeit reluctantly, dragged across the floor.

The doorknob turned and Peter's bruised face peeked at you from the crack between the white door and the frame. His eyes were opened wide, brows lifted in surprise.

"(Y/N), hey!" He laughed nervously. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to give back your textbook." You opened your bag and handed him the thick, worn-down volume with a giant PHYSICS! written on the cover. "And, uhm, thought you might need these," you said hesitantly and showed him various ointments, cool packs and rolls of bandage you brought. "Secrets are secrets but infection..."

"I'm okay, really. It's nothing." He tried to smile but it was obvious that it hurt him to do so. "Thanks but I really am fine."

Peter tried to close the door to his bedroom, not wanting for you to continue digging and questioning him. It was enough that you cared enough to go out of your way to help. Moreover, he knew himself well enough to know that, sooner or later, he would give in and tell you everything. There weren't many things Peter hated but lying straight to your face was definitely in the grand "top 3". Dishonesty generally didn't come easy to him but dishonesty towards you? It made him sick and ashamed. Peter knew that he could tell you the weirdest and most deranged fact about himself and you would just laugh and say "okay". There was nothing about him you would shame him for and that's mostly why lying to your face seemed to be essentially wrong to him. Peter knew all too well you only cared about him and hoped he was alright but at the same time, this little detail about him could throw you into a pit of danger he could only begin to imagine the depth of. It was like one of those cringy couples on tv playing endless loops of "I love you more", only his "more" meant keeping his vigilante-self a secret from you.

"Please." You placed your hand on the door to his bedroom to counter his push. "I'm not asking you to confide in me, just clean those cuts and put something on those bruises. Black and blue is not the look this season."

Peter let out a chuckle at your comment and reluctantly opened the door so that you could follow him inside his bedroom. You've been in that room countless times but something about the space seemed different this time. It was a little messier, a little less homely... Curiously, his bedroom looked exactly like him this one time. Peter has always been on the messier side but there was a method to such madness: it was a more "I have a lot on my mind" kind of mess rather than "I don't know who I am", which was the current design of his bedroom.

You emptied your bag onto his unmade bed. Peter pulled back his face when he saw your hand with a drop of cooling gel nearing his skin. He was avoiding you. You felt your heart drop, Peter was never like that.

"Let me be a little selfish," you said to him. "I feel like this is the only thing I can do for you and that is already frustrating."

Peter winced when the cold gel touched his bruised temple. It felt wrong to dismiss you like that but he had a good reason or so he told himself. Having you worried for him, tenderly massaging his bruised skin, it would take a will he did not have to keep you safe from his secret identity. Telling you how his life flipped upside down and how much he missed uncle Ben were the only things he truly wanted to do, needed to do. But the imagined threat remained, and so did his silence.

"I'm going to sound like your aunt but bear with me, okay?" you asked.

"Sure," he answered quietly, completely enthralled by your gentle moves and soft expression.

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. I'm all ears if you're all mouth," you chuckled. "If it's about you, I want to know because I care, you know? I care about you and I want you to be okay."

"I know," he answered. Your faces were so close you could feel his breath brush past your cheeks. "Thank you."

In the spur of the moment, you leaned forward and kissed his cheek. You could feel him tense up by the sudden show of affection. His breath was stuck in his throat.

"You're going to be okay," you whispered and moved to reach for some bandaids but Peter engulfed you in a tight hug. It felt desperate as if there was trenched of words he couldn't get out but badly needed to. His arms clung to you, hands grabbing fistfuls of your sweater like he wanted to make sure you weren't going to leave. Before you could say anything, you felt his lips hesitantly brush against your forehead, such shyness remained characteristic for mere baby steps taken into affection. "You're going to be fine, Peter," you repeated.

Your words made his embrace only tighten, the lips on your forehead shamelessly leaving a longing kiss. Hugging him back, you could feel the racing of his heart against your own chest. You had no idea what was happening to him and it scared you. None of his "I'm fine"s were convincing. You didn't believe his words and he knew that. The only thing you had left was trust, hope and patience - virtues he wished he would never abuse, wells that would never dry. Peter Parker knew that if you were to give up on him, he was done for. In his stubborn heart, he only wished that he was making the right choice in keeping you in the dark as he couldn't decide which was the greater evil: you walking away from him or his secret getting you hurt.

"I'm with you through thick and thin," you whispered and he swore he was on the verge of crying. How could he remain secretive when you were being like that?

#the amazing spider man #spider man #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #scenario #marvel #marvel fanfiction #spider man x reader #amazing spiderman #peter parker imagine #peter parker scenario #peter parker drabble #peter parker #spider man scenario #spider man imagine #mcu #marvel x reader #marvel scenario #marvel imagine #marvel spider man #mcu spider man #mcu spiderman #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #spider man fanfiction

[cognitosclowns]

Hey hey! I dunno if you’re taking requests right now but if you are, I am in NEED of just some soft things with Jr and Andre. I am just so, so gay for them. There isn’t a specific scenario I have in mind, I’m just craving something generally soft, cute and giggly <3

YOU'RE GETTIN SOME,, EXTRA FLUFFY SHIT OUT OF ME TONIGHT <3

ALL SFW !! tw for illness n medication!!

OKIE BUT <333 BOTH OF THEM WOULD BE THE MOST CHAOTIC BUT LOVING CARETAKERS IF YOU'RE SICK

JR

HHHHH how do people do things again?

LISTEN HE'S RICH HE'S NOT USED TO DOING STUFF. YOU THINK HE CAN COOK? NO! DARLING HE HASN'T COOKED IN YEARS.

This means you will be ordered some,, Very Yummy Expensive Meals <3. They might be a touch cold by the time they get there but,, mmm it's ok <3

He gets Super Worried even if it's just,, a cold. He rarely gets sick so seeing you all sniffy and mopey in bed makes him Fret (tm).

also he puts on his slippers for The First Time In Weeks (bc he's,, stayin home to take care of you <3) and ends up Slip N Sliding himself directly into the doorframe. At least it got a laugh outta you <3

HE DOESN'T CARE IF HE GETS SICK, FUCK IT, HE'S CUDDLING YOU.

Specifically, you laying back-to-his-chest while he make His Little Worried face and smooches your cheek. Lots of head rubs too <33

He does this thing,, where he runs his thumbs along your ears n jaw?? Just one clean motion, then he raises his thumbs and puts them back in the Start Position at where your Ear Meets Face? IDK IF I EXPLAINED IT RIGHT, BUT,, HE GETS QUITE MUSHY <3

whenever you sneeze he Instinctively goes,, ‘oh dear </3′ and rubs your shoulders.

Little murmurs asking if you're okay?? He'll INSIST on making you a tea, bc his 'trick' for when he's sick is!! Ginger Tea!! Or mint, but Ginger is his favorite. Settles stomach aches!! And the steam helps your nose hurt less smdnsmd

'hows my favorite angel?'

'do you have other angels?'

mm.. no, but you're still my favorite <3' whenever you wake up. He secretly loves feeling you lay on his chest - besides, hearing his heartbeat is very soothing??

ANDREEEEE

MASSIVE HYPOCHONDRIAC WITH A SHIT IMMUNE SYSTEM.

and,,, somehow this all of this goes out the window the Second he sees you curled up in bed, sniffling your face off.

some sort of Instinct kicks in and his ass is MOVING HE IS LIKE LIGHTNING GETTIN U SOME TISSUES AND FIXING THE COVERS <333

HES LIKE,, yknow when you're nervous about smth, but then your friend gets nervous and suddenly,, You Are Calm? LIKE,, THE MOM FRIEND INSTINCT KICKS IN SO HARD WHEN HE SEES YOU SICK. He might freak out about it later, but,,, rn he doesn't even think to worry about gettin sick <3 babe is sick he's gotta make himself useful

HE CAN'T COOK SO <333 CHEAP RAMEN BABEY. Maybe some microwaved meals - smth easy!! It's a little rubbery but,, it's the thought that counts.

HE LIKES SPICE SO,, if it's too much he'll Purposefully go out and grab smth a little less,,

When he was little and he had The Sniffles, his mum would gently rub his cheeks with a warm cloth bc,, his Sinuses would hurt. He'll absolutely utilize this technique while you cuddle up in his arms.

'i hear feet'

'i'm thirsty'

'sit your ass back down >:(' he always warms it a little w/ kettle water, so it hurts less to drink!!

you only get to stand to use the bathroom. No moving <3 only cuddles and drinks and you passing out at random times while you two spoon in bed.

MOVIE MARATHON TIMEEEE. So many jokes to take your mind off things <3 he already has Jokes Set Up for all of your favorites. Making ppl laugh is,, his way of trying to make stuff better. Hes The Funny Guy!

OH HE'LL ALSO,, PROBABLY WHIP YOU UP SMTH THAT'S JUST,, SLIGHTLY STRONGER COUGH SYRUP MSNDMS. IT WONT ENTIRELY KNOCK YOUR COLD, BUT ITLL MAKE EVERYTHING HURT A BIT LESS SO,, NOT TOO BAD? TASTES LIKE PINK LEMONADE TOO SO,, THAT ROCKS

SMNDSM THIS TURNED OUT MORE SAPPY THAN I EXPECTED BUT I HOPE YOU DONT MIND!!

eee this was very fun <333 TYSM FOR THE LOVELY ASSSSK

#this is my apology for writing so much p.orn- #me secretly sneaking in my own Tips For When Youre Sick smdnsd. #tw illness #tw medicine #tw medication #briefly #jr scheimpough #jr scheimpough x reader #andre lee #dr andre lee #dr andre lee x reader #andre lee x reader #sfw #inside job #fluff #CUTE SHIT RIGHT HERE <333 VERY FUN TO WRITE

[starryeyedrookie]

Before It’s Too Late (Ethan x MC)

Book: Set during book 2 ch. 11.

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Evelyn Long)

Word count: 1,996

Rating: General

Category: Angst

Summary: An attack scene rewrite when Ethan spends the night with MC.

A/N: Characters and some dialogue owned by Pizelberry.

I finally decided how I was going to write this rewrite. Initially I was trying to do a full chapter rewrite but half way through, I was already at 3k+ words so it would be waaaay to long. Thankfully, I managed to summarize it but also give it a ton of angst. (This was my first time writing angst btw.) I hope you enjoy!

8:30 pm

It's been exactly five hours since the attack. Five excruciatingly long hours since Evelyn’s world was turned upside down.

Travis, Senator Ed’s assistant, had slowly been poisoning him with lead. When they went to confront him, he pulled out a can and sprayed everyone in the room with a deadly unknown substance.

The Senator managed to escape and Travis was dead. But so was Bobby, with Danny fighting for his life.

Evelyn begins to cry again as she thinks about Bobby’s wife and two kids that he left behind. They would now have to grow up without their dad. He would miss so many big milestones in their lives all because of two selfish people.

“E-Evelyn…?” a weak voice calls from across the room.

She walks over to the bed where Raf is lying down, a light sheen of sweat covering his pale face.

The team had come a little while ago with a shot that they had hoped would slow the progression of their symptoms, but Raf’s still seemed to be getting worse.

“What’s wrong?” he asks quietly, gently wiping the tears from her face.

“I was just… thinking about Bobby’s family and… everything that he… would miss. He was… just telling me… this morning that… his oldest daughter is turning sixteen this year…”

“I know… life isn’t fair. They didn’t deserve any of this.”

“You didn’t either, Raf.”

“But I saved you from having to suffer so much… and that’s what matters.”

“Raf…”

“Shh… listen, I feel… like I’m… getting worse. Will you… do me a favour?”

“Of course. Anything you need.”

“Please help me call my vovo.”

Evelyn hands Raf his phone to unlock, then scrolls through his contacts until she sees his grandmother’s name, tapping it, she places the phone to his ear.

“Olá, vovo.”

“No… I’m not well. There was an attack at the hospital today and the Senator’s assistant tried to kill him. A few people were in the room when it happened. The Senator escaped, but his assistant and one person that works here died and the other is in critical condition. Evelyn and I are in quarantine right now.”

“I just wanted to let you know… that if I… don’t make it… I love you with all my heart.”

“Alright, take care. I love you too.”

“Thank you, Evelyn.” he takes a shaky breath, his heart rate slowing and growing more shallow.

“Evelyn… I think you should… call the team… I'm sorry I couldn't save you… that this… might be the way it ends…” he murmurs, eyes meeting hers, as warm and kind as the day they met.

Taking his hand, she can barely see him through her tears.

“You'll make it through this Raf… I know you will…”

He smiles up at her before his eyes flutter closed and his hand falls away.

Moments later Ethan and June rush into the room.

“I’d hoped that the treatment would buy us more time,” Ethan says sadly.

“We don’t know that it didn’t.” Evelyn tries reassuring him.

He nods as June’s eyes fill with sympathy.

“We’ll get him to the support suite. There’s still a chance that we could fix this Evelyn.” June tells her, as she prepares Rafael for transport.

Evelyn’s almost too scared to ask, but she needs to know. “How’s Danny?”

“We… we lost him.” Ethan’s voice comes out in a whisper.

“No…”

“Before he died he… he asked to be autopsied. To help the two of you.”

As Ethan turns to help June, Evelyn reports Raf’s most recent symptom of hot cold reversal.

“Stay strong, Evelyn. We’ll know more soon.” June tells her reassuringly as she and Ethan slowly push Raf out of the room.

Now she’s all alone, curled up on her bed, the pressure in her head becoming almost too much to bear.

Her mind drifts to Danny. She remembers her first day when he was the one that told her that she had just performed a thoracotomy with Ethan Ramsey. The night of the party her roommates had when he and Sienna talked all night until they fell asleep together on the couch.

Sienna. All Evelyn wanted to do was rush to her side and hold her. She and Danny were supposed to be together. They were meant for each other. But how he was gone, and Sienna would have to live with that loss. She probably never even got to say goodbye.

Goodbye. Evelyn had to be prepared.

Picking up her phone, she sees that she has several missed calls and messages.

Calling her mom, she picks up immediately.

“Evelyn sweetie! Are you okay?! Oh my goodness, we saw what happened on the news and I thought we lost you!”

Hearing her mom’s voice, her tears start falling again.

“I’m hanging in there right now mom. It’s just me in the room now. Rafael just got taken to the support suite.”

“Oh, sweetie…”

“Mom… is everyone there?”

“Yes, honey. We’re all here.”

“Can you put me on speaker please?”

“Hey Evey.” she hears her dad’s voice say.

“Hi, Dad.”

“Hi Evelyn, do they know what it is yet?

“Hi Ben, no they don’t. We got a shot earlier that was supposed to slow the progression of the symptoms, but we don’t have a cure yet.”

“Oh.”

“Listen, guys… if I don’t make it…”

“No Evelyn! You can’t say that!” her heart breaks as she hears Ben crying through the phone.

“Wait… just listen to me. I’m preparing for the worst. I want you guys to know… that I love you all so much. And I want to thank you for everything that you’ve done to help me fulfill my dreams.”

Aside from the sound of soft cries, the line is silent.

Finally, her dad speaks up.

“We love you too sweetie. Stay strong and hang in there. You’ll be fine.”

“I’ll try… take care.”

“Bye.”

Later, her friends and the diagnostics team are gathered outside her window. Bryce looks at her with haunted eyes while a crying Sienna buries her face in Jackie’s shoulder.

“How’s Kyra? The surgery must be over by now…”

“She’s fine and resting. We haven’t told her what happened yet.”

“Good idea.”

“So, do you know what it is yet?”

Ethan explains to her that it’s a maitotoxin that he had never seen before. It was still present in Danny’s bony postmortem and on the surface of his skin.

Processing the information, the realization hits Evelyn like a ton of bricks.

“Maitotoxin… that’s derived from parasites in fish, isn’t it? But… there’s no antidote so… I’m going to die here…” her voice now barely a whisper. “I can’t believe this. Today was supposed to be happy. Kyra was supposed to have a successful surgery and everything was supposed to be fine… but now Danny’s dead, Raf is in a coma, and I’m… I’m…” Evelyn buries her face in her hands as she begins to cry.

“Now isn’t the time to give up hope Evelyn. Because of Raf’s actions, you didn’t get much in your system so your symptoms aren’t as advanced. There may not be an antidote as yet, but I promise you that we’ll be working round-the-clock to synthesize one.” Ethan tries to sound as confident as he can, his heart breaking to see Evelyn hurting.

“You won’t be alone.”

Everyone turns around to see that the statement had come from Tobias, as he, and several Mass Kenmore doctors approached them, all prepared to do whatever it takes.

As everyone heads down to the lab, Ethan lingers behind at the window.

“Are you okay, Ethan?”

“No, Evelyn, I’m not okay. But you don’t need to hear about that. You should try and get some rest. Have you slept at all?”

“No. I can’t stop thinking about Rafael. How long he can last… whether… whether it’s already…”

“…Do you want me to stay for a while?”

“Yes, please. If this is my last night alive, I want to spend it with you.”

“If I was in your position, I’d feel the same way about you.”

“Really?”

“Really, Evelyn.”

Suiting up and entering the room, he gently guides her to the bed.

“Now lie down. I know it sounds impossible, but I need you to relax and try to think about something happy.”

As she lies down, Ethan gently pulls up the covers around her.

“Something happy like what it would be like if we went on a date?”

“If that’s what makes you happy then sure.”

Her happiness leaves as quickly as it came.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just feel like there are so many things that I should have done.”

“Like what?”

“I should have loved more.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve spent the last decade focusing on college, med school, work, always guarding my heart because I might be in another city the next year. It makes me wonder… what could have been,” she confesses sadly.

Ethan is quiet for a long moment.

“Since we’re sharing regrets, do you mind if I share one of mine?”

“Go ahead.”

Reaching across, Ethan’s gloved hand finds hers.

“I wish I hadn’t asked you to stay away.”

“You do?” she asks surprised.

“We’ve wasted so much time. I’ve wasted so much time. I should have held you in my arms every day and told you how much I… how much I love you.”

“Ethan?”

“Shh… I just needed you to know… that no matter what happens… I love and care about you more than I can ever tell you.”

“I love you too, Ethan.”

“You do?”

“Of course! I thought you knew that already.”

“I did. It’s just so wonderful to hear you say it.”

“I wish I could kiss you.”

“Soon. You will soon.”

Joining her on the bed, he wraps his bulky arms around her as eyes begin to flutter closed.

“Evelyn? Can you please look at me?”

“Hmm?”

Forcing her eyes open, she looks at him through his helmet.

“Promise me that you’ll keep fighting. That you won’t give up. Oh, Evelyn… our story’s only just begun and it can’t end here. Please… please promise me.”

“…I… promise,” she whispers before falling asleep.

The next morning she wakes up to excruciating pain in her stomach. Doubling over, Ethan reaches across from the chair for her.

“It’s okay Evelyn, you’ll be alright!”

Feeling weaker than ever, she can barely make out the blurry figures running to her window.

“Evelyn! We did it!” Aurora shouts.

“Huh?”

Baz and June enter the room with the antidote as Tobias explains how they did it.

“What about Raf? He’s much sicker than I am…”

“We administered it to him, but too far there’s been no chance. It’s possible we’re already too late.” Sienna gloomily reveals.

“But he hasn’t gotten any worse, that has to mean something!” Elijah adds.

As Ethan gently injects the serum into her vein, he whispers into her ear.

“Hang in there, Evelyn.”

Over the next several anxious hours, June comes regularly to take her blood.

Slowly, her blood pressure stabilizes and the nausea begins to fade.

As Evelyn looks around, she realizes that the room no longer looks blurry.

“Get up.”

She turns around to see a hazmat suit free Ethan stroll into the room with a big smile on his face.

“You mean…”

“It worked. There’s no trace of toxin left in your bloodstream. Even if there are still traces in the room, we know now that we can-”

“Oh!”

Evelyn flies into Ethan's arms pulling him into a tight hug.

“…What you’re saying is I’m finally free to do this?”

“Yes. This too.”

He leans down capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as tears fall down both of their faces.

“Ethan, aren’t you worried that someone will see?”

“No. After almost losing you, I’ve decided that there are more important things to worry about than what people will think. I love you with all my heart, Evelyn Long.”

Through her tears, she smiles up at him.

“I love you too, Ethan.”

{Two Weeks Later}

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can i please get your take on 25 from the general prompts and 33 from angst? omg please make it a happy ending if possible. i'm just a sucker for angsty fluff tbh!

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this one really took on a mind of it’s own but here you go! and it does have a happy ending, fret not. also it’s like wayyyy to long to even be classed as a blurb but whatever

General #25 ↠ “She doesn’t belong with him!” “Then who does she belong with?” “..With me.”

Angst #33 ↠ “I was happier with you.”

The day that Spencer broke her heart was one she would never forget. 

He’d been acting off lately. He pulled away when she tried to kiss him, turned his back to her when they went to bed each night, only answered with few words whenever she tried to speak to him. 

She knew it was over before he even said the words. 

“I can’t keep doing this.” He murmured one day, and Y/N sucked in a breath, preparing herself. “Me being away so often...It’s hurting you. I can see it. And you deserve so much better than that.”

She shook her head, moving toward him. “Please don’t do this, Spencer. Yes, I get a little upset when you’re away but that’s because I love you! I miss you when you’re gone!” She cried, “But that just makes the time we do spend together so much better.” 

“I love you too.” He paused, tears burning in his eyes. He was doing this for her, she’d understand that one day. “Which is why I have to let you go.”

and that was it.

Y/N moved out of their shared home, the house once filled with such light and warmth and happiness was now empty and cold and dark and Spencer had no one else to blame but himself. 

He did love her, very much so, and it was because of that that he no longer wanted to be the cause of her pain. No matter how much she played it off, smiled through her upset, laughed even though her heart would ache without him by her side- he could see right through her. She deserved better than him, than the limited life he could give her. At least, that’s what he thought at the time. He’d never regretted a decision more than that one. 

Six months later, JJ and Will got married in a beautiful starlit wedding in Rossi’s garden, surrounded by great friends and family. Friends- one of which was Y/N. Now Spencer thought about it, of course Y/N was going to be there. She was very close with JJ, and it was that fact that had led to the two meeting in the first place. 

Now, Spencer watched from across the garden in awe as she smiled and laughed with the bride. She’d never looked so beautiful, her melodic laugh radiating the warm energy that he’d missed so badly. He felt hope swell in his chest. A part of him that prayed to anyone that was listening that perhaps he’d be allowed a second chance, the opportunity to repent for the biggest mistake he’d ever made. 

All hope was abandoned when he saw a man he didn’t recognise come up behind Y/N, his hand resting on her hip as he handed her a drink, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

She’d brought a date. 

His breath caught in his throat, rapidly blinking his eyes to rid them of tears that were brewing faster than he could clear them. Morgan, who Spencer had been mid-conversation with, paused. 

“You ok, Kid?” 

Spencer nodded a little too quickly, clearing his throat. “Yes, uh, I’m fine. Would you just excuse me a moment?” He stammered before turning and making his way inside the house, away from the worried eyes of his team. 

Morgan looked across the garden, catching JJ’s eye. She gave him a concerned look, to which he shrugged. JJ excused herself from the conversation she was having, walking over to Morgan. 

“Where’d Spence run off to?” 

“Not a clue, but I think it has something to do with that.” Morgan sighed, tipping his beer bottle in the direction of Y/N, who was laughing happily whilst dancing with her date. 

JJ gave Morgan a sad smile before heading off into the house, walking down numerous hallways trying to find which room Spencer had gone into. She eventually found a room where the door was slightly ajar, knocking gently before pushing it open. “Spence?” 

Spencer was sat on one of the chairs in the room with his back to the door, soft sobs coming from him, his shoulders shaking. At the sound of JJ’s voice, he sprung up from the chair with a sniff, hand wiping at his eyes as though he could convince her he wasn’t crying at all. “JJ! Hey, uh, sorry, I just- I needed a moment.” 

She waved her hand, giving him a soft smile. “You don’t have to apologise. You want to tell me what’s going on?” 

Spencer sighed, plopping back down into the chair as JJ came and took a seat beside him. “Did you see the date Y/N brought?” He asked quietly. 

JJ hummed. “I did. He’s nice.” She commented, not wanting to rub salt in the wound. “Is that why you’re so upset?” 

“Yes, of course that’s why I’m upset. I made the biggest mistake of my life letting her go and now I might lose her.” He cried, voice raising. “She doesn’t belong with him!”

“Then who does she belong with?”

His shoulders dropped, eyes finally meeting JJ’s. “...With me.”

JJ sighed, shaking her head. “You broke up with her, Spence!”

“I know I did, but it wasn’t because I stopped loving her!” 

“You can’t have it both ways! Either you want her, or you don’t!” JJ exclaimed. “Is she the one you want, yes or no?” 

“Yes.” He spoke so surely, his tone so certain that it made JJ grin. 

“Good! So, go out there and fix it!” 

Spencer nodded, scrambling toward the door with a quick ‘thank you!’ as he went. 

Once he was back in the garden, he headed over towards Morgan who greeted him with a small smile. “JJ knock some sense into you?” 

Spencer rolled his eyes at the comment but nodded nonetheless. “Could you do me a favour?” 

Morgan nodded, placing his beer down on the tabletop of the bar with a grin. “You want me to distract the date? You got it Pretty Boy, but you owe me one.” He smirked, narrowing his eyes playfully at his friend before heading in Y/N’s direction. 

Spencer watched the three speak as he fiddled with his thumbs, anxiously trying to figure out what he was going to say when a less than sober Penelope Garcia stumbled her way toward him, what must be her fourth (maybe fifth?) glass of champagne in her hand. 

“Reid! Have you seen my chocolate thunder? Cause you know I’ve been looking for him for a while now and- hold on a minute, you’re up to something!” She deduced, wagging an accusatory finger at him. 

“What, no I am not!” Spencer exclaimed, his tone getting higher in pitch like it always did when he was lying. 

“Oh, you so are! What’s going on?” She whined, making Spencer grin. 

“Okay okay. You wanna help?” He leaned in, explaining to her what Morgan was doing. 

Penelope let out a gasp, nodding happily. “That’s so exciting. I can totally help.” She moved over to where Morgan had struck up conversation with Y/N’s date, her loud voice catching both the men’s attention. 

Spencer let out a chuckle, Garcia was certainly a good distraction. 

When he saw Y/N was stood alone, he knew that was his shot. He shook all the negativity from his head, running his finger through his hair in attempt to look as presentable as possible before making his way over. 

“Y/N?” 

When she looked over and saw him, it was as though her heart was broken all over again. She’d made a good job of ignoring him thus far but couldn’t find it in her to be cold to him, despite everything that had happened. 

“Hi Spencer.” She gave a little smile. 

He bit his lip, his mind racing. “Do you think- maybe we could talk?” 

It would’ve been in her best interest to say no, to tell him that she didn’t want to speak to him, but she couldn’t. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise, her heart still beat for him. 

She nodded, allowed him to lead her to a quieter part of the garden, away from the eyes of others so they could talk. “What’s up?” 

Spencer froze in that moment. Now that he had her there, what was he supposed to say? With all the thoughts flooding his head, where did he start? 

He tried desperately to form the words, but nothing left his lips. 

“I thought you said you wanted to talk?” She sighed. “I can’t do this.” She shook her head, beginning to walk away when Spencer gently grabbed her arm.

“Wait!” He called, cringing at how demanding he sounded. He knew he had to say something, anything to make her stay and listen. “I was happier with you.”

She looked back at him, eyes wide. “What?”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. You don’t know how much I regret what I told you that day. I thought that I was keeping you safe by letting you go. I thought I was being selfless, but I wasn’t. It was selfish of me to do that without even considering trying to talk it out with you first, without allowing any room for your feelings or concerns.” He breathed out in one go, his words quick and filled with shame. “I know that things might never be the same, but I want to try. I love you, so much.” He whimpered, dropping his hold on her arm.

Her face softened, as she reached down to grip one of his hands in hers. She gave a light-hearted chuckle, one that contrasted the tears welling in her eyes. “I think we have a lot to talk about, huh?”

Spencer chuckled a little too, thumb rubbing over her skin. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

She sniffled. “This doesn’t mean I’m not still angry, cause I am.”

He nodded, looking down at their joint hands. “That’s okay, you have every right to be.”

“It might take a while, but I’m willing to try.” She confirmed, giving a small smile at how Spencer’s face lit up. “But I swear to god Spencer, this is your last chance.”

“I know, I know.” He grinned, giving her hands a squeeze. “One last chance is all I’ll need.”

and he was right.

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jealous treasure (hyunsuk-jaehyuk)

requested: yes, by anon

🔅hiii! thanks for requesting. sorry this took so long 😭 i wrote it all and the. decided i didn’t like what i wrote so i had a breakdown and started again. but nevertheless here we are. I hope you like it! i made jihoon’s a little longer since idk he was the one this was based off of🔅

⛱ a/n no. 2 i’m gonna use another member in each one because it’s easier than making up a whole new person and explaining a bit about them for each one if that makes sense. but this is just for fun, it’s fictitious, remember that pls⛱

find the other members here

🪐 hyunsuk:

having never met his closest friends before, you wanted to dress nicely on the day. you grabbed the accessories that you had laid out the night before that went perfectly with your outfit and put them on while admiring how great you looked in the mirror.

upon arriving at the diner, you spotted your boyfriend and his friends sat closely together. you slowly walked over to their booth, not wanting to seem too eager. your boyfriend stood up and flashed you a smile before pointing for you to sit next to a boy dressed in blue and while, who you later found out was named mashiho. you ordered from the menu together and started to chat amongst yourselves.

“so what do you do, y/n?” the boy next to you asked while hyunsuk was distracted.

“i’m a student, but i work part time. actually i work just over the road” you pointed to the sports shop over the way.

“i think i’ve seen you in there before, sorry i didn’t recognise you, you look so different when you’re not wearing their fluorescent uniform,” he smiled, pointing to the bright trainers you now remember selling him a few weeks ago.

“oh that was you?” you laughed loud enough to catch hyunsuk’s attention, who’s smile faded as he glanced at the pair of you bonding “nice taste” you complimented mashiho.

“not as nice as mine though, right?” hyunsuk piped up, while brushing the shoulder of his shirt.

“it’s not a competition” you smiled, awkwardly, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings.

“but if it was…” one of his other friends spoke. you made a mental note that from now on, you hated that guy.

you thought about your response for a while. mashiho looked disinterested, too busy picking the crispiest fries from his plate. your boyfriend, however, looked a little helpless, he was practically begging with his eyes for you to compliment him.

“then i think my boyfriend would win. hyunsuk has better taste than anyone, and i think we can all agree” you rattled on, face burning, knowing that the others around the table thought you were just sucking up to him.

“well of course, i fell for you, baby” hyunsuk winked in your direction while his friends made exaggerated heaving noises at your cringiness as a couple.

🌸 jihoon:

you have the pettiest boyfriend, you know it, he knows it, everyone knows it. he gets jealous even at the tiniest things, but it’s kind of endearing. your graduation was no exception, he really wanted to be happy all afternoon, but seeing you with so many guys hugging you while you cried tears of joy, made him mad, that should be him.

to treat you (and also to show off to everyone that you were his) he took you to the bar in town that you liked the most. you sat down at the table for two and scanned over the menu, wondering why you were even looking, knowing you were going to order the same thing as always. you told jihoon what you wanted as you could see the waiter getting nearer to your table, he always ordered for you when you asked him to.

“y/n” you heard coming from behind you. you turned around to see a familiar face, junghwan, and following behind him, a friend of his that you’d once met in passing.

“i saw that you graduated today! congratulations!” he spoke, indicating that you stand for a hug. meanwhile, jihoon ordered, but not without side eyeing you and this boy.

“can we join a table onto ours please and make it sit 4 people?” you asked the waiter who nodded and did as you requested without a fuss.

jihoon shot you the darkest stare at you sat opposite to him. “our order will be out way before theirs” he snarled quietly.

“it’s fine we can bring them out at the same time” the waiter smiled at him upon hearing your boyfriends petty remark.

“thanks” jihoon replied sarcastically, the smile on his face showing clear signs that the waiter needs to back off now.

“so why are you here?” junghwan asked “you should be going out partying, is he not letting you?” he looked over a jihoon after joking around with you a little.

“there are no parties to go to” you frowned, “but i’d rather spend my days with jihoon, and now you guys, than with my classmates anyway” you bubbled. you looked over once again at your boyfriend, who’s expression was still as stern as when they'd arrived. you kicked at his leg gently and flashed him a warm smile, hoping he’d mimic it and look at least a little genuine with it.

“i’m going to the bathroom, order quickly” jihoon told the pair. you glared at him as he walked off, all while still trying to participate in the conversation. jihoon returned with an obviously fake smile, yet it was an improvement so you went along with it. to your surprise, jihoon had managed to endure 3 drinks before deciding it was time to leave and go home with you, which you were more than happy to do since the bar was getting pretty full. you said your goodbye to the two friends with a small hug, while jihoon watched from the side. “come on” he rolled his eyes as he watched your arms wrap around junghwan’s shoulders.

leaving the bar, jihoon’s hand engulfed yours. “there has got to be some kind of reward for spending 90 minutes with them. oh and for watching all of those other guys hug you” he whispered into your ear “i’m sure you’ll think of something”. he laughed a little and pressed a warm kiss against your cheek. you smirked, knowing the perfect way to show him that you were all his, now almost too eager to get home.

⚡️ yoshi:

“it’s just what we needed” yoshi relaxed back onto the sofa, stretching an arm out to the side and wrapping it around you casually. you threw the remote onto the coffee table and nestled into your boyfriend. today was movie day, a full marathon of romcoms, chosen by you.

the first movie, you cried. the second, you cried again. however, by the third, you’d gotten a little bit bored. you pulled your phone from your back pocket, your fidgeting catching yoshi’s attention.

“hey what’s wrong?” he asked, his question fading as he read your notifications. “why did haruto ring you-“ he paused to check the number “4 times?” he didn’t think too much of it. you guys were friends, your boyfriend just wanted to know the gossip.

you called him back straight away, leaving your boyfriend clueless. he waited patiently as you spoke on the phone. “no way!” you let out with a smile “i’ll be there in a second” you got up, wafting your hand so that yoshi would follow.

“what why?” he stayed put, waiting for a response.

“he said he’s got a surprise for me” you rushed, getting your coat on as quickly as possible. yoshi, once again, sat back in his comfortable position, which you knew meant that he was not moving any time soon.

“but what about our movie day” he whined and sulked. you rolled your eyes knowing he wouldn’t stop for anything, you had to give in. you slowly started removing your jacket, pulling your phone out of the pocket and launching it towards the sofa.

“i’ll just text him and tell him to give it to me, the love of your life, okay?” he continued “gosh he knew it was our day, he should have left us alone instead of distracting you”

you smiled at his hint of jealousy, hoping it wouldn’t be the last you ever saw, because honestly, his mini tantrum was rather cute.

🌟 junkyu:

“what homework is that? what subject?” junkyu shuffled through your sheets of paper over your shoulder with a pout while you worked.

“considering i study japanese i think it would be pretty wild if it was the timeline of the spanish armada, don’t you?” you snapped unexpectedly, you’re not even sure why you said it in the tone you did.

“i was just making conversation” he slumped onto the bed while pulling a face behind your back, only then noticing the familiar young boy on your phone screen. “oh, you’re calling someone, i’ll leave, give you some privacy” he pouted once again, dragging himself from your bed. “clearly i'm not needed here”

you turned to asahi, the boy you were calling, who was generously helping with your work, as he avoided eye contact with you. you stared at the small image of yourself in the corner, biting your lip with guilt.

“i’m sorry junkyu, i didn’t mean to snap” you admitted, throwing your head into your hands as soon as the words left your mouth. you’d be kind of stressed lately with all the learning, but that doesn’t mean you can take it out on your boyfriend, you thought.

“it’s okay, you shouldn’t be nice to me when your handsome tutor is calling, i understand” he rolled his eyes and tutted with a hint of exaggeration. it didn’t take long for him to register what had just happened though, as a few seconds later you felt his arms wrap around you from the back and a gentle kiss placed on top of your head. he turned off the call and whispered an almost silent “sorry”.

“i only called him to help with this one passage.”

“you don’t need to explain to me. but why didn’t you ask me for help?” he blew his cheeks up and pouted in a way that was even bigger than before. “i'm really good at japanese” he boasted

“junkyu, sweetie, next time maybe” you giggled, finally regaining the power to sit up again slightly. “but your jealousy was kinda cute, so maybe i will call mashiho next time”

“don’t even think about it” he hushed you in a harsh, yet sarcastic tone.

☀️ mashiho:

it was pretty rare that mashiho got jealous, or that he told you/showed you that he was at least. you and doyoung actually spent a lot of time together these days and your boyfriend never seemed to mind so you never stopped. but little did you know, he’d just about reached breaking point. he was tired of you “not being able to meet up with him” because you’d already made arrangements with doyoung to do something. he wanted to do those things with you.

“where are you going? you don’t usually dress like that on a sunday?” he questioned as you headed towards the door.

“i told you, doyoung and i are gonna watch that movie today. i can’t go in my pjs” you replied.

“oh with doyoung, i should have guessed” he rolled his eyes, leaning back against the sofa. he pulled his phone from his pocket, ready to text one of his friends once again to ask if they wanted to do something.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you turned your head back to look at him. he looked hot like that, but you didn’t think right now was the time to bring it up.

“you’re always doing things with him. would it be so wrong if you went and watched a movie with me?” he asked as you walked towards him, ready to hug him and apologise. you thought for a moment, realising that you had been spending more time with doyoung than your own boyfriend, but was it really all that bad? you sat besides him and placed his phone on the sofa so he had nothing to do other than talk to you about this.

“so i can’t see my friends?” you snapped back at him in a higher pitch, even though he wasn’t shouting at you. his eyes softened and his right eye filled with tears, shortly followed by his left. you refused to look at him, half in anger, half in shame.

“that’s not what i meant, you know that. just go, have fun” he ran his hand down your arm while you sat in silence. it really was that bad. you didn’t want to be THAT couple who never did anything together.

“do you want to come with?” you smiled.

“maybe, only if we, you and i, can go bowling afterwards, alone” he replied as if he was still mad.

“of course!” you exclaimed, it was an offer you couldn't refuse. upon hearing your response, mashiho grabbed your hand, leading you to his room which was full of clothes.

“now, which tshirt matches with yours the best?” he hummed.

❄️ jaehyuk:

more than the party itself, wayyy more than the party itself, you enjoyed having your friends over beforehand to get ready and vibe with. tonight you expected only your boyfriend but he ended up bringing along another friend too, yedam, who you were actually pretty close to, he even introduced you to jaehyuk in the first place.

both had gotten changed pretty quickly in the bathroom while you slipped into your outfit in your bedroom. you were just applying a layer of lipstick when you heard a knock at the door.

“can i come in?” yedam asked.

you shouted a “yes” and he did so. his outfit was all black except for the flannel he’d thrown on, his hair was a little messy and his boots were untied.

“look at my nails” he smiled brightly, offsetting his outfit perfectly. “i just painted them so they’re wet, and jaehyuk is doing his business in there. can you tie my shoes for me, please?” he begged. you agreed and offered your chair as a place for him to put his shoe. “tight trousers” he shrugged, leaving you with no other option but to get down on the floor and tie them, it was a good job it was yedam, you thought.

“get up” jaehyuk’s voice could be heard from a mile away, despite how softly spoken he is. you stood up and looked over at him with wide eyes “oh i thought you were proposing” he laughed, playing the whole thing off as a joke. “let me, i don’t want your outfit to get dirty, which might i add looks extremely good, honey” he complimented while getting down on the floor to tie his friends' laces.

“yoon jaehyuk, are you jealous?” you smirked, looking over at yedam, who was smiling too.

“no, i just don’t want your outfit to get messed up, i just said that” he lied once again. “but if you were proposing yeah, i think i’d be pretty jealous” he continued.

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[batjokezlovineverything]

The One That Got Away (Sonny Carisi x Daughter!Reader) Part 1/2

anonymous inquired:

Hii do you fanfics, imagines for SVU? If so can you do a Sonny x reader where you are his daughter and you try to kill yourself after being raped. The team finds out and hunts the rapist down. If you could make it middle length maybe? It’s ok if you can’t. If you can thank youuu

Trigger Warning(s): mentions of rape, description of rape, suicide attempt, self-harm, language, etc..

Reminder: Spoilers from recent episodes of SVU - so Carisi is ADA now. If you don't like spoilers, please watch/start on Season 22 beforehand. Thank you.

You could still feel the touch of him. How he threw you around like garbage. When you look down at your legs, you see reminders of him. That night was horrifying for you. However, you weren't surprised that you were targeted since you're the daughter of ADA Carisi.

Y/N Carisi - you were born on M/D/Y - having e/c eyes and h/c hair. Despite all that, you grew up near the SVU, so you knew the signs but you felt like you were stupid and deserved this. Like it was meant to happen. You haven't told anyone because you felt ashamed. You know (for a fact) that your dad will literally kill the guy - but you don't want him to risk his job for you.

(POV CHANGE - I/IM/ME/FIRST PERSON)

I came home from school and immediately went to my bedroom. My dad wasn't home yet so I just lay in my bed - and do what I've been doing. I just look at the wall and think. I think about the things I've done, the things I've wanted to do, the things I want to do, and the things that I wanted to do but was too scared to do so.

It's hard being an ADA's daughter because I've seen the threats he's gotten. People have cyberbullied me a lot, which isn't a surprise, but it's still not pleasant. Through my dad, I've felt unsafe because of threats I received - and some of the things that have been done to me.

A few weeks ago, I was raped after my dad won a case. The convicted man's family, who is apart of a mafia, seemed to convey hatred against him. I'm not sure if it's one of them that raped me but I just want to block it out. I want to forget it ever happened but it's not that easy. The past few days have been even harder because the thoughts have gotten worse. My dad knows I struggle with my mental health, in general, but he doesn't know why it's worsened lately. He doesn't know that I've started self-harming again.

It's hard to be alone with all these thoughts - because it's getting harder. I look at the belt nearby and place my hand against the leather. I just want this pain to be gone.

(HOURS LATER; 3RD PERSON POV)

Sonny finally arrived home. He had been trying to get a hold of Y/N but he had no luck. He opened the front door to a silent apartment. He was used to the silence but he felt a different feeling - like something was - like a gut instinct. He knew something was up.

He began to call Y/N's name, "Y/N! Are you home?" Silence. Just pure silence. He looked around the apartment and noticed her backpack on the kitchen counter - so she was home.

He went down the hallway and saw her bedroom door barely shut. He opened the door and he felt his stomach turn. Y/N was hanging from a belt. He rushed to her and unbuckled the belt carefully, so she would fall down, but he grabbed her in time. She placed her on the floor and felt for a pulse. It was weak but she had a pulse.

He took his phone out and dialed 911, before putting the speakerphone on and placing it on the ground. He immediately began chest compressions.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"This is ADA Sonny Carisi of Manhattan. I just came home to my daughter who attempted suicide. Please, send some paramedics and SVU here."

He continued the CPR, "Are there signs of sexual abuse?"

"I don't know but something isn't right. I'm doing CPR right now. Her pulse is weak. Please, hurry."

"Yes sir, just keep doing what you're doing. They're on their way."

Sonny continued to do the compressions, hoping she'd wake up, but she was still unconscious.

"Come on, baby..." He mumbled under his breath, as he continued the compressions.

Minutes went by and the paramedics arrived, along with SVU. They rushed into the house and Sonny stood by, as they began to take her vitals and placed her on a stretcher. Sonny felt like his whole world was turning upside down.

Olivia rushed in there, along with Amanda. "Sonny, what happened?"

"I came home to check on her because she wasn't answering her phone, so when I got here - something felt off and went to her room and found her like this..." He explained, trying to contain his emotions.

"Do you think she was raped?" Amanda questioned, causing Sonny to look down to the ground.

"I don't know but she hasn't been suicidal... I've been with her and something isn't right about this."

Olivia watched them take her out on the stretcher, noticing scratches on her arms, before sighing. Sonny was right. Something was wrong.

Hours had passed and Y/N awoke in a hospital bed, looking around to see her dad and some of his friends. "Dad?"

Sonny immediately rushed to his daughter's side and gave a kiss on her forehead. "How are you, sweetheart?"

She remembered what she did and regret filled her eyes. She placed her palms over her eyes and shook her head. "I'm so sorry, dad..."

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Y/N." Sonny assurred but she shook her head, throwing her hands down on the bed.

"I do, I really do, Dad." Y/N sobbed out, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks. Sonny looked at her and grabbed her hand, rubbing the back of her hand gently.

"Honey, why are you sorry?" She began to tug at the IV, trying to take it out. Machines began to beep uncontrollably, "You're safe, Y/N!"

"Dad, you're gonna kill me..." She yelled out in hysterics, nurses beginning to barge in.

"Sedate her!" One of the nurses shouted. Sonny was forced to get out of the room as he watched her fight off nurses.

"What happened to my babygirl?"

"Sonny..." Olivia began as she placed a hand on his back. "I think she's been raped or assaulted."

Sonny felt himself becoming numb and in shock. Olivia had it wrong, or did she? It would make a lot of sense, though. The huge question was why? Why would someone hurt his babygirl? That question ran through his mind.

Hours passed by and Sonny anxiously paced the halls of the hospital. Olivia had gone in there to talk with Y/N. Sonny knew he couldn't do it and just knew that she wouldn't talk to him about it. Not yet, at least.

"It's going to be okay, Carisi..." Amanda reassured, standing up after sitting in the chair for some time. "We will figure this all out but you need to sit down, you'll make yourself sick."

"I already feel sick and disgusted. I should've known something was off. I should've taken off work when her behavior started changing but I thought it was just teenage things. We've all gone through it..."

Amanda tightened her lips, biting the inside of her cheek. It was really unfortunate. The creak from the hospital room's door interrupted the two. Olivia came out with a clipboard, approaching Sonny at once. "I need you to sit down, Sonny..."

Sonny knew exactly what Olivia was going to say. Either way, nothing would stop the anger evolving inside of him. He didn't protect his daughter like he was always promised. He was already blaming himself.

"She was raped about a week ago. His identity is unknown but she said he had green eyes, black hair, pale skin, and dressed very neatly - but she mentioned that he said it was a warning for you..."

Sonny curled his eyebrows together, bringing eye contact with Olivia. He began to shook his head, grabbing the sides of his face, burying his face into his lap. "No..."

"She said he supposedly was a relative of a case you beat recently."

Carisi pounded his fist into his legs, screaming out, "Damn it!"

He jumped to his feet immediately, rushing toward the exit of the building, anger overcoming him.

"Sonny, you can't pursue this case!" Olivia yelled through the distance. "I have the authority to arrest you and I don't want to do that..."

He stopped in his tracks, turning to her. "You won't let me pursue this but you pursued your buddy Stabler's wife's case..."

"Excuse me?"

"If you can help your old partner out, then you can have my back on this... Either way, I have a feeling on who this is, and no one's stopping me - not even you."

With that, Carisi rushed out of the hospital building, leaving Olivia speechless. She looked at Amanda and audibly sighed.

Carisi got home and skimmed through each case file thoroughly, especially recent cases.

Brown v. Powell

New York State v. Senator Graham

Little v. Brewster

Jackson v. Gallagher

As he went past the Jackson v. Gallagher file, he pulled up the list of relatives for the Gallagher case (the opposing side). He saw Michael Gallagher. He was 35 and had all the features his daughter reportedly claimed. He clenched his hands into fists for a moment before hearing the doorbell ring. He snapped out of it and went to open the door.

In the pouring rain, Olivia stood there. Carisi found himself surprised but grateful.

"I'm sorry..." She gently apologized as she dug her hands into the pockets of her trenchcoat.

"We don't have time for that. I think I found a suspect..."

Olivia widened her eyes a bit as he led her to his office. He began to explain the case to her, which was complicated but expressed how one of the relatives had been sending threats since the trial completed. In which, we have Michael Gallagher.

"This is good... He looks just like the guy she described. This is a good sign, Sonny." Olivia admitted as she pulled out her phone. "I'm going to have them test Y/Ns DNA samples and possibly other DNA matches as soon as they can."

"Thank you, Liv."

She flashed a sly smile at him before she headed out. However, Sonny wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon, so the night would be interesting.

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a/n: oh my god, i'm so sorry it took me so long to get this one out. i've been swamped with school and i've just generally lacked the time/energy to write. anyway thanks for the asks. i'm not in love with the finished project but i hope you enjoy nonetheless.

prompt: “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you don’t think I can see you.”

wordcount: 907

warning/ notes: mostly fluff, a few angsty moments because of misunderstanding. probably hella typos. i'll edit again tomorrow.

Her couch is just as soft as it usually is. The soft glow of her apartment hasn’t changed, and neither has the calming presence of the women it belonged to.

But for the first time ever, Spencer is widely uncomfortable in Penelope’s home. He’s been fidgety, barely paying attention to the history documentary (that he requested) playing on the TV. He’d been picking at his cuticle so intensely it had started bleeding, but he showed no time of stopping anytime soon, his mind a mess of confusion and self doubt.

Before his poor finger can suffer the brunt of his frustrations anymore, Penelope walks in with a bowl of popcorn and catches him. She grabs his hand gently, and his look of surprise quickly turns to guilt.

“Sorry”, he mumbles sheepishly, his fingers twitching without something to focus on.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”, she asks.

Spencer shakes his head. There's no point in lying to her, she can always tell, but she might not make him talk about it. He takes his hand back and begins to fidgeting again.

“Come on”, she prods gently, taking a seat beside him, and taking his hands in her own.“Can you let me try to make it better?”

Her eyes are patient and attentive, her thumbs rubbing gentle circles over his knuckles. Spencer doesn’t know how she manages to get whatever she wants from him every time, but like always, Penelope finds a way. He takes another minute to collect his thoughts and process what he’s going to say. Finally he opens his mouth to speak, not really sure what’s about to come out.

“One thing I value about our relationship is that we are always honest with each other”, Spencer begins. Penelope smiles one of those soft grins he loves, and it encourages him on. “I don’t get that from everyone, for whatever reason. Maybe they think I can’t handle the truth, but it’s not like that with you… It usually isn’t.”

Penelope frowns at the implication. “Have I done something to make you feel like I’m not being honest with you?”

He nods.“Yes. Well, maybe not blatantly but still something is different.”

“Spencer, sweetheart, I’m going to need you to be a little more specific than that” she chuckles, despite her clear concern.

He goes quiet again, and his mouth screws up to the side like he’s struggling with the words.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you don’t think I can see you", he explains.

Something quick passes over her expression, and after years of profiling (and studying Penelope’s face) he quickly recognizes it as guilt. “Spencer, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It’s a lie.

Her dishonesty only makes Reid more upset, and he takes his hands back from her again and stands up. “Listen, I might not understand what it means, but if I did something or if you want to stop spending time with me, I’d appreciate it if you'd just come out and say it.”

His expression shows anger and hurt, but it’s only there to thinly veil his anxiety. He looks one second from walking out that door, and Penelope sighs, knowing she has to come clean.

“Ok I’m only telling you this because I know you’re gonna internalize it if I don’t”, she starts. “Also you’re right. We’re always supposed to be honest with each other.” She reaches out her hand to take his again, and reluctantly he gives in.

She smiles softly gently and continues. “If you think I’ve been looking at you weird recently, it’s not because I don’t want to spend time with you anymore. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Then what is it, Penelope?”, he questions with a raised eyebrow.

With a deep breath she says “I recently realized that I like you. Like a lot. Definitely more that is appropriate for two FBI workers, and I don't know what to do with that because you are my best friend, and I don’t want to ruin our friendship just because I got a crush.”

Spencer is too stunned to even begin forming a response. Out of everything he thought might have come out of her mouth, Penelope Garcia admitting she had a crush on him was nowhere near the top of that list. “You feel that way about me? Are you sure? ”

Something about Reid’s utter confusion tickles the woman and she giggles despite herself. “I’m afraid so, boy wonder.”

He shakes his head in disbelief. “Penelope, you do know I’ve had a crush on you since I’ve met you right?”

“Spencer… It's been years since we met.”

He only nods in response. Penelope doesn’t know what to say either. It doesn’t feel real, or even remotely possible. But now that Reid’s looking at her with such raw vulnerability, she doesn’t even give a second thought before standing up, and lifting her head to place a soft kiss to his lips.

It’s very brief, and incredibly chaste, and absolutely everything it needs to be for the moment.

Before she can even form the words to make sure Spencer was okay with what just happened, the man is leaning down to kiss her again, this time deeper, and purposefully, communicating everything he can’t say right now.

They pull apart and just bask in each other’s presence, with soft, stupid grins on their face. It feels like a promise.

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